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◎Quite large… your nose is quite large and prominent… so what?◎
This kiss could have evaporated even the strongest alcohol.
Fu Jiaxi pushed him, resisting with all her might.
Yue Jincheng was like a silent mountain peak, firmly rooted and unmoving.
He knew her most sensitive angles, her inner walls burning hot, as if they could boil away every drop of moisture.
Yue Jincheng became more aggressive—never enough, not even close. With his physical dominance, he pressed down on her, forcing Fu Jiaxi to slowly recline onto the sofa.
With one hand, Yue Jincheng cradled the back of her head, pushing her into an even tighter space, while the other hand instinctively moved downward to undo restraints.
Suddenly, Fu Jiaxi shoved him away, slapping him hard across the face.
The surge of desire and clarity came fiercely and abruptly; the sound of flesh striking flesh stopped Yue Jincheng’s loss of control.
Aside from his violently rising and falling chest, everything else seemed frozen.
A faint metallic tang of blood lingered in the air. Yue Jincheng wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, neither his jealousy nor his anger subsiding. “You bite me like this and even hit me. How am I supposed to show up at the company tomorrow?”
Fu Jiaxi raised her hand again, delivering another slap with a sharp “slap.”
“There, now it’s symmetrical.”
“…”
Neither of them mentioned that night’s incident again. On the return trip, they didn’t even board the same flight.
When Fu Jiaxi checked in for her flight, she was informed that her ticket had been upgraded to business class, and her meal preferences were precisely what she liked.
The warm orange juice coated her tongue, filling her taste buds, triggering unwanted thoughts. Suddenly feeling irritated, Fu Jiaxi asked the flight attendant to remove all the food, apologizing as she claimed she had no appetite.
—
After the Suzhou trip, Yu Yanqing once again vanished like a ghost.
Now, Fu Jiaxi found herself annoyed by any man she encountered—impatient and indifferent. If there was no possibility of cooperation, then so be it.
And just like that, she blocked Yu Yanqing on WeChat.
In recent days, Mr. Wang from Yuan You Futures had visited multiple times, spending hours in Jin Ming’s office.
Liu Yun remained calm. “Even without Yu Yanqing, there are still many strong companies among those we’ve investigated.”
Fu Jiaxi wasn’t optimistic. “What does strength even mean? Before any concrete collaboration, ‘strength’ is the easiest thing to embellish—keywords, advertisements, online hype—all achievable with minimal cost.”
Liu Yun said, “Self-serving actions also have limits, especially when it concerns the group’s vital interests.”
“Group Leader Liu, haven’t you realized after all these years?” Fu Jiaxi spoke bluntly. “President Yunzong doesn’t actually want to delve deeply into market research, trading, or even hedging. It’s merely a functional position required by the structure of operations.”
Liu Yun, usually meticulous and argumentative, didn’t rebut her.
“I admit you’re right,” he said after a pause. “But I trust President Yue.”
He was referring to Yue Jincheng.
The mere mention of that name left Fu Jiaxi with a heavy lump in her chest, bruising her heart—a weight that hadn’t dissipated after several days.
Jin Ming led the people from Yuan You Futures out of the office.
“You’re all here. Perfect. Group Leader Liu and Jiaxi, introduce the group’s basic situation to Mr. Wang.”
The other party extended his hand enthusiastically. “Nice to meet you. Please take care of me in the future.”
Liu Yun reacted indifferently, not even shaking hands. “Director Jin, I’d like to report some work to you.”
“Sure, we can discuss it slowly in the office later.” Jin Ming said, “By the way, Yuan You Futures recently swept up several awards last week. Their momentum is fierce, and their level is advanced.”
Liu Yun was momentarily speechless. Just minutes ago, Fu Jiaxi’s words had eerily come true.
After this day, Yuan You Futures began reaching out to them more frequently. Following Yue Yunzong’s instructions, Jin Ming put signing contracts and establishing cooperation on the agenda.
Liu Yun remained silent, his mood low.
Fu Jiaxi knew he had probably argued countless times already.
Jin Ming, growing impatient, slammed the table. “Where exactly is it lacking? Yuan You has qualifications, management, and awards—all accounted for!”
“What do you mean by lack of experience? Does having experience guarantee flawless market performance? If that were the case, why would anyone bother working? Everyone would be like President Yue!”
“You doubt their capabilities? Fine! Then find someone competent yourself! By your standards, only Yu Yanqing qualifies. So go ahead, invite him! Can you even manage that?!”
Jin Ming was slick and cunning. Irritated by Liu Yun’s persistence, his temper flared uncontrollably.
“Jiaxi, there’s a call for you,” Xiaomi gently tapped her shoulder. “It’s from the administrative front desk. Someone from a company wants to see you.”
The administrative staff informed her, “It’s a gentleman.”
Zhongding?
What kind of company was that? Fu Jiaxi had never heard of it.
A brief silence followed, then a rustling sound as the person snatched the administrative phone, his voice dripping with impatience:
“Fu Jiaxi, why did you block me?”
She froze. “Yu Yanqing?”
“Are you coming down, or should I go up?” His tone was explosive, almost like colliding planets. Yu Yanqing repeatedly questioned her: “Blocking WeChat wasn’t enough—you even blocked my phone number. Fu Jiaxi, you really are something.”
Feeling guilty, Fu Jiaxi invited him for coffee.
Yu Yanqing glanced at her, and she smiled ingratiatingly.
The afternoon sunlight was radiant, illuminating her bright smile.
“Why did you block me?”
“You ignored me, acted aloof—it was too difficult to get through to you.” Fu Jiaxi said, “I don’t want to disturb people or things with no hope.”
Yu Yanqing sneered. “You just didn’t want to waste phone storage, right?”
“…” What she did wasn’t exactly fair, but objectively speaking, wasn’t he being a bit arrogant?
Failing to establish the research team left her in a sour mood. “If you say so, then fine.”
Yu Yanqing almost chuckled. Her coy surrender was her final act of compromise.
“By the way, what is Zhongding?” That was the name he gave at the front desk.
“Financial services, trading, hedging, and delegation.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s not because you’re uninformed—they’ve only been around for a month.”
“So what you’re saying is?” Fu Jiaxi wasn’t sure. “A recommendation?”
Yu Yanqing lightly tapped his knuckles on the table. “It’s self-recommendation.”
Realization dawned on Fu Jiaxi. “Your own company?!”
Yu Yanqing gave a faint “Mm.”
“So… are you willing to collaborate with Baifeng Group?!”
“The prerequisite is that you act as the liaison, handling all communication with my side.” Yu Yanqing said.
It was like grabbing onto a floating log in the midst of a raging flood, regaining solid ground and finding clarity amid chaos.
Fu Jiaxi: “I’ll go report this right away.”
“I don’t like wasting time.” Yu Yanqing stood up. “Let’s go, directly to the point.”
An unexpected reinforcement had arrived, catching everyone off guard and turning the situation around rapidly.
Yue Yunzong and Jin Ming exchanged dark looks as they watched Yu Yanqing walk out of the president’s office.
Yue Jincheng even personally escorted him to the elevator. The two men, each shining brightly in their respective fields, conversed animatedly, evenly matched in stature and presence.
The next day, Fu Jiaxi submitted the draft of the entrustment contract she had worked on overnight to Yue Yunzong for review and signature.
The legal clauses, wording, and every detail were meticulously crafted, precise and professional.
Yue Yunzong remained unfazed, sitting calmly behind his large desk. He signed it without hesitation, not raising a single objection.
After capping his pen, Yue Yunzong studied her, smirking faintly. “Impressive. To have won over Yu Yanqing—quite an accomplishment, Sister-in-law. Care to share your secret?”
His words carried a hidden jab, mocking and condescending, but Fu Jiaxi heard it clearly. She responded calmly, “If I’m to share, then it should be done thoroughly. How would you like me to share? Should I organize a seminar within the company? Or write a detailed reflection for you to circulate throughout the entire group? I’ll vividly recount the difficulties of building the team.”
Yue Yunzong maintained his composure, smiling consistently.
But the fingers gripping his Parker pen were nearly crushing it.
“Big Brother has been exceedingly generous with you, imparting everything he knows without reservation. Look at you, every word and action reflects his teachings perfectly.”
Fu Jiaxi pretended to suddenly realize something, then smiled sweetly. “Oh, right! If Second Brother hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed.”
Yue Yunzong struggled to keep his composure, feeling outmaneuvered by her cleverness and wit.
Second Brother.
She really had some nerve. What did she think she was?
Yet Yue Yunzong couldn’t lash out. Before entering, she hadn’t closed the office door behind her. The secretary and assistants outside were watching and noting every move.
Yue Yunzong forced a smile, swallowing the insult. “Work hard and continue to strive.”
Fu Jiaxi replied smoothly, “Yes, President Yue.”
The contract underwent three rounds of reviews by the auditing and legal departments, with four revisions. After finalizing the draft, it was sent to Yu Yanqing. Fu Jiaxi felt a bit uneasy, having experienced his tendency to disappear suddenly. She feared he might pull the same trick again.
But the next day, Yu Yanqing sent back his feedback:
“Take a look at my notes and annotations regarding the professional terminology in the text. Revise accordingly and send it back to me.”
Soon after, Yu Yanqing received a cartoon emoji from her: a pig with its jaw dropped.
“?!”
“I thought I’d have to wait another three to five months for you to reply.”
“Honestly...” Yu Yanqing asked earnestly, “Why are you sending me your picture?”
“What picture?” Fu Jiaxi was baffled. She scrolled up through their chat history until she saw the pig emoji.
Childish.
Did Yu Yanqing have a split personality?
—
Liu Yun was in high spirits, feeling triumphant. This was the most glorious comeback he’d ever achieved under Jin Ming’s supervision after so many years.
“I only saw Yu Yanqing once at a conference, from afar, and didn’t even get a chance to speak with him.”
“A prodigy trader who rose to fame young. Over the next few days, I’ll walk you through some of his case studies, and you’ll see just how impressive he is.”
“For tomorrow’s signing, should we arrange a formal ceremony to show our sincerity?”
Liu Yun was more than twenty years older than Yu Yanqing, but at this moment, Fu Jiaxi felt that Liu Yun’s energy far surpassed his.
As for the signing ceremony, Fu Jiaxi informed him, “I’ve already declined on your behalf. I assume you wouldn’t approve either.”
Yu Yanqing: “Deciding on your own?”
Fu Jiaxi corrected herself: “It’s about having a basic understanding of our partner.”
With the contract finalized, subsequent workflows proceeded smoothly. Opening accounts, linking bank accounts, margin deposits, risk reserves, and detailed lists of commodities for procurement—all were completed seamlessly.
The preparation phase came to a temporary close, and Fu Jiaxi felt as though she had been reborn.
“If you hadn’t reached out soon, I’d have thought you vanished from the face of the earth.” Bai Duo tossed her bag onto the bar counter, ordered a white beer, and gulped down two large mouthfuls. “I’m dying of thirst! I don’t know why the roads were so congested today.”
“Is that how you drink? Don’t make me carry you home.” Fu Jiaxi twisted open a bottle cap and handed her a bottle of water.
“No worries, let’s drink freely. Zhao Zhao is always ready to pick us up.” Mentioning her boyfriend, Bai Duo turned to Fu Jiaxi with dissatisfaction. “What’s wrong with you? You broke little Shen Ye’s heart. That cool guy has been worn down by you.”
“I’ve been busy.” Fu Jiaxi tilted her head while holding her beer glass. “Younger brothers can’t wait forever. No need to hold them back.”
“Is work better than a younger brother? Have you given up on love entirely?”
“Work earns money. With money, I can find ten or eight younger brothers and change them daily.” Fu Jiaxi took a sip of beer; its bitterness slid down her throat, leaving a sweet aftertaste of wheat malt.
“You’re all talk.”
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “What else do you expect? Should I go shoot real cannons?”
The guy sitting on the nearby barstool was drawn by the sound, his eyes gleaming with interest.
Bai Duo snorted. “Don’t look, don’t even think about it. She’s married.”
The guy grinned. “Isn’t that even more exciting?”
Ignoring him, Bai Duo clinked glasses with Fu Jiaxi and continued, “Don’t give me this ‘no love’ nonsense. Not wanting romance is fine, but labeling yourself as ‘divorced,’ ‘all for the child,’ ‘unworthy of love,’ or ‘preserving youth’ is terrifying.”
The Belgian white malt beer hit quickly, and Fu Jiaxi’s cheeks were already flushed. She said, “I can’t handle overly proactive people anymore. They scare me now.”
Bai Duo exposed the truth. “Heaven forbid! Wasn’t Yue Jincheng proactive enough when he pursued you?! He was like a loyal dog, shamelessly sticking close to you. Don’t be so hypocritical. What’s wrong with Shen Ye? He’s young, full of energy.”
Fu Jiaxi whispered, “At that time, I craved and needed that overwhelming affection. It made me feel like I wasn’t completely alone, like I wasn’t unwanted. You could say... during that period when I sought validation and identity, someone happened to appear.”
Her childhood experiences, which could easily evoke strong audience empathy on emotional talk shows, were undoubtedly layered with suffering due to her cursed uncle’s family.
Bai Duo seemed to understand.
When she needed it most, Yue Jincheng appeared. In return, Fu Jiaxi gave him everything she had without reservation.
A girl’s most precious possession—her lifelong commitment, enduring immense risks to bring new life into the world, standing steadfastly by his side during the darkest times when everyone labeled him unworthy—she still chose to stay with him through wind and rain.
Passion is finite, and emotions vary in depth.
After experiencing extreme highs and lows, no one remains as naive and romantic as in their youth, willing to charge forward and sacrifice everything for love.
“By the way, I need to tell you about work.”
Fu Jiaxi finished her drink in one gulp and asked the bartender to mix her another—a deep blue moonlight cocktail with a whisky base. The bitter taste was instantly covered by the sweet aroma of fruit.
“Ah, Yu Yanqing?” Bai Duo nodded. “I know him. Zhao Zhao has mentioned him many times—he’s an industry heavyweight and his idol!”
She had almost forgotten that Bai Duo’s boyfriend worked in investment banking, with a flourishing career and a sharp mind. However, she didn’t quite understand. “What kind of preference is it to choose Yu Yanqing as an idol? You don’t even know how difficult he is to deal with!”
“Heavens! Did you actually ‘deal’ with him?!” Bai Duo gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
Fu Jiaxi waved her hand, ready to smack her. “Can you speak any louder?”
“No, Fu Jiaxi, you ‘dealt’ with Zhao Zhao’s idol! I’m cutting ties with you for ten seconds.”
Fu Jiaxi recounted Yu Yanqing’s various actions. “He’s like some kind of solitary creature—you can never figure out his whereabouts.”
“All geniuses in the industry have their own unique quirks and survival rules.”
“But at least some gentlemanly manners and basic politeness are expected, right?”
“You talk about politeness? You tricked him into meeting under the guise of a blind date, got his number, and tried to negotiate a business deal. When talks failed, you casually blacklisted him like it was part of a gift package. Oh, how polite of you.” Bai Duo clicked her tongue sarcastically. “Since you’re working with him now, help me get an autograph for Zhao Zhao.”
“You could be more dramatic.”
Bai Duo wasn’t shy about pushing further. “Then next time, let’s invite him to dinner!”
Fu Jiaxi talked herself dry, unknowingly downing half a glass of her cocktail.
The slow rock track finally ended, transitioning to soothing bluesy jazz in English.
Fu Jiaxi crossed her legs, leaning back with both arms stretched behind her against the bar counter.
Her long dress just covered her calves, revealing slender, fair ankles that swayed gently to the music.
Bai Duo smiled and asked, “Yu Yanqing and Yue Jincheng—come on, compare them.”
Fu Jiaxi dismissed the idea. “What’s there to compare?”
“Oh, no one compares to Yue Jincheng, huh?” Bai Duo taunted sarcastically. “Alright, let’s start by comparing who’s richer. Oh wait, forget it—no point comparing. Yu Yanqing loses.”
Fu Jiaxi: “...”
She wanted to say that Bai Duo truly didn’t understand Yu Yanqing’s earning potential.
“Come on, let’s analyze their looks. What about Yu Yanqing?”
Fu Jiaxi didn’t hesitate, honestly praising him. “Tall and elegant, with a cold, noble air when wearing glasses.”
“Yue Jincheng fits that type too!” Bai Duo raised an eyebrow. “Fu Jiaxi, they’re so similar.”
“...” Fu Jiaxi clinked her glass with Bai Duo, sipping slowly before replying leisurely, “Not at all alike. Yue Jincheng is more solid. He fills out suits perfectly, with a straight, upright build. And he looks stunning in coats. As for his demeanor—it’s not ‘cold.’ I think of him more like a weapon: quiet and reserved when still, but unstoppable and unrestricted when attacking.”
Bai Duo gazed at her thoughtfully.
Fu Jiaxi rested her cheek on one hand, her eyes gleaming as if drunk while stargazing. “Look at Jia Yi. Many people say our son resembles me, but if you look closely at his features, especially his eyes, they’re strikingly similar to his father’s. The only thing is... his nose isn’t quite like his.”
Bai Duo asked, “What kind of nose does Yue Jincheng have?”
Fu Jiaxi gently swirled her drink. “Straight, prominent, and big.”
“...So what?”
Fu Jiaxi: “...”
Bai Duo probed soulfully, “Sweetie, how long has it been since your last sexual encounter?”
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