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◎Does your ex-husband want to reconcile with you?◎
Fu Jiaxi sneered, looking provocatively at him, “I would like that. Would you reimburse me?”
“I won’t… hiss!”
She twisted hard, causing Yue Jincheng to gasp in pain.
“You’re so stingy,” Fu Jiaxi said. “No employee will dare to work for you if you don’t reimburse them. Forget it; I’ll talk to Group Leader Liu.”
“Yu Yanqing has the audacity to spend a woman’s money on rock climbing.”
“Yue Jincheng, I’ve noticed you’re getting more and more mean-spirited. That’s not good,” Fu Jiaxi said seriously. “I hope you don’t say such things in front of our son. Don’t corrupt him.”
“…”
Yue Jincheng, injured and irritable, was in no mood to argue. Fu Jiaxi had visited him, her intentions clear, and now she wanted to leave quickly.
On the way back, she sent the photos and videos to Yu Yanqing, except for the one with Yue Jincheng in it.
Her high expectations went unanswered. After waiting three days, Fu Jiaxi lost all confidence.
That morning, she finally gave up. Dejected, she told Liu Yun, “Group Leader Liu, you were right. Let’s look for someone else. I’ll attend the financial summit in Suzhou.”
—
In the evening, she summoned Bai Duo to accompany her shopping—to clear her mind and buy an outfit for the Suzhou trip.
After hearing about Yu Yanqing, Bai Duo found him quite intriguing. “Not bad, he seems to have a unique personality.”
“I think he’s a bit strange. He’s famous and capable, but I feel like he’s aloof, proud, and doesn’t fit in well,” Fu Jiaxi said. “Maybe being in finance and trading for so long has skewed his personality.”
“Just say he’s a psycho.”
Fu Jiaxi burst out laughing. “Not to that extent, at most partially psycho.”
Sipping lemon water, Bai Duo suddenly said, “Your ex-husband wants to reconcile with you.”
“Cough, cough, cough!” Fu Jiaxi was choked by the sourness of the lemon, unable to speak, but her eyes conveyed a lot.
Bai Duo saw clearly as an outsider. “How coincidental is it that he randomly decided to go rock climbing? Obviously, he was worried and unwilling to let go. Baby, tell me, have you thought about this?”
“What?”
“Reconciliation.”
“Impossible.” Fu Jiaxi didn’t hesitate.
Bai Duo was surprised by how quickly and firmly she answered.
The oil citron and green grape drink was slightly iced, condensation forming on the cup walls. Her fingers felt cool against it, and Fu Jiaxi kept rubbing it to calm her emotions.
“I’m not sulking or doing this on purpose. I really, truly don’t want to get entangled again with these people and affairs from the Yue family. Just thinking about it makes me panic and lose focus. The fear of saying the wrong thing, being misunderstood, deliberately misinterpreted, and then having something picked apart. I’m really afraid of those aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings in their family.”
Fu Jiaxi continued, “When I visit the Yue family with him, I’m afraid to step out of the bedroom. Once I do, I have to calculate the exact curvature of my smile, the warmth of my gaze, and the measure of my words—it’s exhausting. Most importantly, I don’t want Jia Yi to be influenced by these things. Although I know he’s a Yue and will eventually bear certain responsibilities and pressures, I selfishly hope his childhood can be pure, simple, and full of happiness—more happiness.”
Bai Duo empathized and covered her slightly trembling hands. “If Yue Jincheng didn’t return to the Yue family and didn’t take over Baifeng…”
Fu Jiaxi shook her head. “His decisions are never shaken. Moreover, making career choices just for love and affection is too irrational. If I were him, I’d also strive to reach the top and become an indomitable flag standing on the highest peak.”
—
Perhaps due to drinking cold drinks at the bar, Fu Jiaxi’s stomach was upset, and she spent the whole night with diarrhea. With Jia Yi asleep, she didn’t dare leave her son to go to the hospital. She applied two “Baby One-Patch Miracle” patches, and by dawn, she finally caught her breath.
At the company, just after clocking in, she was called by Jin Ming.
In the meeting room were Yue Yunzong and two men in suits.
“Let me introduce you. This is General Manager Zhang from Yuan You Futures.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Fu,” the other party extended his hand first.
“Mr. Zhang has come with sincerity. Take this opportunity to communicate and understand each other better,” Yue Yunzong said. “Proceed according to normal procedures without overthinking. Considering qualifications and comprehensive strength, the group’s interests come first.”
These words sounded dignified and righteous.
If there were no personal connections, how could the other party know her surname upon their first meeting?
Yue Yunzong’s control over the group’s operational power was masterful. She guessed that in the past few years, every time Yue Jincheng dealt with him, it must have been extremely difficult.
At noon, Jin Ming arranged a reception meal, warm and attentive, treating them like partners.
After the meal, he earnestly said, “I know you’ve worked hard to form the research team, even trying to recruit Yu Yanqing. This person became famous young and rarely loses, but his personality is eccentric and hard to approach. In market trading, there’s a term called ‘going with the flow.’ It applies to both matters and people. We do our best, and success depends on fate. Cooperation also relies on缘分 (fate).”
Fu Jiaxi disliked such flowery motivational talk, especially from someone who prioritized profit—it sounded ironic.
Feeling hopeless, she asked Liu Yun, “Group Leader Liu, should we continue background checks on other companies?”
“Continue,” Liu Yun said. “Until the final decision is made, do what we should do.”
Fu Jiaxi knew he was struggling too. His words were likely meant to comfort. These past two days, leaving work on time without frequent meetings or sudden overtime proved everything.
All resistance rhythm had quietly slowed down. This round seemed to tip the scales of victory towards Yue Yunzong.
Yue Jia Yi had fencing class in the evening, part of the kindergarten’s special interest program, and would be dropped off home by the school bus at eight.
Fu Jiaxi had rare free hours, feeling bored and not knowing what to do.
After clocking out, just stepping out of the building, she heard a voice from the right, “Sister, hey.”
It was Shen Ye, wearing a loose black T-shirt, his tone tinged with grievances. Fu Jiaxi was pleasantly surprised, “Did you change your hairstyle?”
His previous stylish, cool-boy fringe had been replaced by a clean-cut buzz cut.
“Yeah, hair loss for love—you’ve heard of it, right?” Shen Ye said lazily. “Don’t try to change the subject. Why did you block me?”
WeChat, phone calls, all blacklisted.
Fu Jiaxi said, “You want to know why? If you want to know, get in the car first.”
“I have a motorcycle. I can take you for a ride.”
“Then I won’t sit,” Fu Jiaxi said. “I’m older now, can’t handle the wind. I get migraines.”
Shen Ye was speechless. “You’re only four years older than me.”
“That still makes you my junior.” Fu Jiaxi said seriously. “Call me sister properly.”
In the end, Shen Ye relented and got into Fu Jiaxi’s car.
“If you don’t remove me from the blacklist, I’ll come to your company every day to wait for you.”
“Suit yourself.” Fu Jiaxi calmly turned the wheel. “Sister isn’t afraid of threats.”
Shen Ye felt defeated, as if hitting a muddy wall, silently hurting. He changed the subject, “Where are we going to eat?”
“Not eating. I’ll take you somewhere.”
Yue Jia Yi’s kindergarten was located in a park in Yunjin City, secluded and peaceful—not large but with a great atmosphere. Inside the fencing hall, training proceeded orderly. The day’s class was nearing its end, and the coach was conducting the final assessment.
“The second one, the one standing straight, is my son.” Fu Jiaxi enthusiastically recommended, “Isn’t he cute?”
“Cute and very handsome.” Shen Ye raised an eyebrow teasingly. “Sister, is this a test for me? If I win over your son, will you consider me?”
Fu Jiaxi smiled, her gaze like gentle spring water, slowly and attentively flowing over the little figure in front of her.
“Something unexpected happened when I gave birth to him. More than twenty days before the due date, I fell down the stairs.”
Shen Ye was suddenly startled.
“I almost didn’t make it out of the operating room.” Fu Jiaxi crossed her legs, lightly hugging her knees, her tone calm. “Also, when I was a child, around nine or ten years old, I had uncontrollable nosebleeds and unexplained bruises that took a long time to fade.”
These symptoms were not hard to imagine, and Shen Ye wanted to ask but didn’t dare. “You... are you... is it...”
Fu Jiaxi shook her head. “No diagnosis, but my body during that period must have been problematic. After staying in the hospital for more than half a month, the blood test results came back normal.”
“Sister, what do you want to say?”
“Though I’m only four years older than you, I’ve experienced much more. I’m not relying on so-called life experiences to deliberately suppress you. I’m trying to tell you that experiences can be seen as life lessons, but they are also wounds in life.” Fu Jiaxi’s voice was soft. “I don’t stop or negate your emotional tendencies. But from an intellectual standpoint, I want to remind you that it’s unnecessary.”
Shen Ye’s heart felt like it was being drilled, dull pain, numbness, and a bit of unwillingness.
“You’re not me; how can you say it’s unnecessary?”
Fu Jiaxi glanced at him. “Don’t tell me you love me to death.”
Shen Ye: “What if I do love you to death?”
Fu Jiaxi spoke with righteous indignation, “I could never like someone who is overly romantic.”
Shen Ye was speechless. So no matter what, she wouldn’t consider me, right?
After Yue Jia Yi finished his assessment, he ran over excitedly, “Mom!”
The affectionate scene between mother and child was touching.
Jia Yi was very polite, bowing to greet, “Hello, big brother.”
Fu Jiaxi pinched her son’s hand, “Mommy is going to the restroom. Stay here with Brother Shen for a while.”
After she left, Shen Ye squatted down to get closer to the young master, trying to build rapport, “You can’t call me big brother. You should call me Uncle Shen.”
“Why? You’re already very young. Being young is one thing, but you’re also very handsome.” Yue Jia Yi’s eyes were innocent.
“In short, call me Uncle.”
“I know the answer,” Yue Jia Yi said. “If I call you big brother, we’d be of the same generation. Then you’d be Mom’s junior and couldn’t pursue her because it’s morally unacceptable.”
Shen Ye: “...”
What did he eat to grow up so sharp-tongued?
Yue Jia Yi held his hand, whispering, “Even if you want me to call you Dad, forget about it.”
That night, when Shen Ye left, his state was unprecedentedly low.
Fu Jiaxi sighed in relief. Double-pronged approach; now the younger brother should be thoroughly discouraged.
—
Soon, she prepared for attending the financial summit in Suzhou. This trip mainly aimed to listen to expert market analysis and gather information about various peers and companies.
Before boarding, Fu Jiaxi sent detailed voice messages to Yue Jincheng, “Remember to apply the eczema ointment for our son. After ten minutes, apply moisturizer.”
“He has been a bit picky about food recently. Don’t give in.”
“I might return to Yunjin late Sunday night. On Monday, I’ll have the school bus teacher pick him up from your place.”
A few minutes later, Yue Jincheng replied, “Anything else to mention?”
“Let me think.”
Just after sending the message, a real voice came from behind her—
“Tell me when you’ve thought it through.”
Fu Jiaxi turned around sharply, her shocked and coy expression fully meeting Yue Jincheng’s amused gaze.
“You… what are you doing here?”
“Flying.”
“Where are you flying to?”
“Wherever you go, I go.”
Yue Jincheng traveled light, carrying only a small handbag. As an invited guest of the financial summit, he was one of the attendees. He wasn’t scheduled to speak this time, only to listen, so he didn’t have administrative accompaniment.
Approaching boarding time, Fu Jiaxi said, “I’ll go queue first.”
But Yue Jincheng took her luggage, “Come with me.”
He upgraded her seat, guiding her through the corresponding channel. Their seats were in the same row, and Yue Jincheng let her sit by the window.
Soon, the flight attendant came to inquire about meal preferences.
“Abalone sauce mushroom, cordyceps scallops, deep-sea fish in tomato soup, no broccoli in the salad.” Yue Jincheng didn’t need to look at the menu.
Fu Jiaxi realized slightly, these were all her preferences.
“Your stomach just recovered; eat something light.” Yue Jincheng said, “Drink orange juice, warm.”
“How do you know?”
“Our son told me. He said two ‘Baby One-Patch Miracle’ patches were missing from his medicine box.”
Fu Jiaxi chuckled, “I wonder who he learned this cunning from.”
In the last few minutes before the cabin door closed, the last passenger boarded and sat in the same row, on the right side.
The person stood in the aisle for a few seconds without moving.
Fu Jiaxi looked up, thinking she was seeing things, surprised, “What a coincidence?!”
Yu Yanqing’s lips curved slightly, “Coincidence.”
“Are you attending the event too?” Fu Jiaxi guessed, “You’re not one of the guest speakers, are you?”
“This week, I’ve been busy coordinating work outside of Yunjin City, so I haven’t contacted you.”
Fu Jiaxi vaguely saw hope and eagerly confirmed, “No need to contact. Now that we’re face to face, we can talk slowly.”
Yu Yanqing nodded, “I’ll sit here.”
Very cleverly, the three of them were seated in the same row, separated by the aisle and Yue Jincheng.
Fu Jiaxi gently nudged his elbow, “Get up.”
Yue Jincheng’s already gloomy face: “...”
“Let’s switch seats.” Fu Jiaxi said, “I’ll talk to him properly.”
Yue Jincheng turned his face, his gaze heavy like a mountain, “Can’t I talk to him properly?”
“This guy is very difficult to handle. I haven’t even started anything with him yet. With you here, it’s inappropriate.”
Yue Jincheng had nowhere to vent his anger, his voice as low as possible, “You’re still calculating compatibility? What do you want to do?”
“Little Miss, let’s switch seats.” A passenger sitting on Yu Yanqing’s side stood up generously, waving off Yu Yanqing’s thanks, “It’s nothing, don’t mention it.”
And so, without Yue Jincheng having to give up his seat, Fu Jiaxi still ended up sitting next to Yu Yanqing.
During the two-hour flight, they talked animatedly.
Their voices were low, but their expressions were relaxed. Fu Jiaxi appeared completely at ease and cheerful.
Yue Jincheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his breathing erratic.
Upon safely arriving at their destination, Yu Yanqing asked, “Which hotel are you staying at? I have a car; I can give you a ride.”
“No need, thank you. I have a car.”
Yu Yanqing assumed she had colleagues accompanying her and didn’t extend further invitations. However, before leaving, he couldn’t help but glance once more at Yue Jincheng behind her. He wasn’t entirely sure, but this man did seem somewhat familiar.
“Alright, let’s go,” Fu Jiaxi said, in a good mood. “I feel hopeful. If we can convince Yu Yanqing to join us, Yunzong won’t have sufficient reason to object. You wouldn’t believe how mediocre the futures company he found is—no qualifications, no track record, not even a single complete hedging case. How can that be convincing? It’s an insult to the concept of seniority based on merit.”
Yue Jincheng’s mood improved slightly. Her mind was entirely focused on work, with no ulterior motives.
Just then, a voice called out from behind, “Hey, Fu Jiaxi.”
Fu Jiaxi frowned, turning around in disbelief at seeing Shen Ye at this time and place.
Yue Jincheng hesitated, eyeing the young man in front of him with confusion.
Shen Ye took a deep breath, his usual laziness replaced by earnestness and caution. “I’ve thought about it for a long time. No matter what you’ve been through or who you’ve been with, I don’t care. As long as you accept me, I can accept everything about you. It’s you I’m fond of. Sister, I don’t want to miss out on you, and please believe me.”
Yue Jincheng: “…………”
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