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◎His pants size is so small, I can’t wear them—they’re stuck.◎
Fu Jiaxi herself was momentarily stunned.
“Well, your expression says it all.” Bai Duo sighed in disappointment. “Don’t tell me you can’t find anyone better than Yue Jincheng.”
Fu Jiaxi felt this question was a paradox.
She hadn’t compared, so how would she know if there was anyone better?
Yue Jincheng wasn’t exactly restrained in that aspect—even the lightest touch left five-finger marks on her waist.
If this were the scoring criterion, then yes, there might be someone better.
Fu Jiaxi enjoyed the slightly tipsy state of drinking, but after having Jia Yi, she had become more cautious.
When she got home, Bai Duo sent her a WeChat message: “Sweetie, I bought you something. Remember to check for the delivery in a few days.”
—
On a workday morning, Fu Jiaxi sent a message to Yu Yanqing as a reminder: “At 10 a.m., there’s a market research meeting. Will you attend on time?”
After ten minutes without a reply, Fu Jiaxi decisively called him.
Yu Yanqing answered slowly, his voice hoarse. “Hmm?”
“Are you still in bed?”
“I stopped trading at 2:30 a.m.” Yu Yanqing didn’t seem annoyed, just lethargically said, “Can’t I sleep in a bit?”
“There’s a meeting at 10 a.m.”
“I can’t attend.” Yu Yanqing replied, “I’ve already summarized my views and opinions and sent them to your email. You can report on my behalf.”
“What? Yu Yanqing, do you have any professional ethics?”
“No.”
“...”
In his words, according to the contract terms, attending such meetings wasn’t part of his responsibilities; he had the right to choose autonomously.
Fu Jiaxi could only grit her teeth and present Yu Yanqing’s market views on his behalf.
Among the board members, many were unfamiliar with hedging operations. Fu Jiaxi patiently explained, standing throughout the entire meeting without a moment to catch her breath.
Suddenly, one director expressed dissatisfaction. “Why isn’t the other party participating in the meeting and making you report instead?”
Fu Jiaxi honestly replied, “Several important data points were released in the overseas market last night, causing significant market fluctuations. Teacher Yu monitored the market until 2:30 a.m.”
The other party’s expression softened slightly.
Jin Ming chuckled. “Yu Yanqing has always been handled by Jiaxi. She’s practically his spokesperson.”
Fu Jiaxi remained calm and composed. “Director Jin is joking. It’s my duty to help share this workload.”
At the main seat, Yue Jincheng maintained a calm demeanor. He glanced at Fu Jiaxi—good, a flawless counterattack, calmly defusing hidden arrows. She was getting better and better.
After the meeting, Liu Yun urged her to summarize the opinions from the meeting and send them to Yu Yanqing for review.
“Forget it, emails are too slow. You should go over personally.” Liu Yun, meticulous about work and efficiency, immediately approved her for an external assignment.
Yu Yanqing was still staying at the same hotel—it was a half-hour drive from Baifeng.
This was Fu Jiaxi’s first time visiting the penthouse suite.
Tea tins, various glassware, scented candles, and a newly installed dual-screen desktop computer on the desk.
What surprised her even more was that the keyboard was occupied by a gray-blue British Shorthair cat. The well-fed feline’s fur gleamed with health, its chubby face adorned with two folds of flesh, and its tail occasionally swaying lazily. Upon noticing someone, it merely cracked open one eye indifferently before continuing its nap.
“Its name is Orange Juice.” Yu Yanqing handed her a glass of orange juice. “Drink up.”
Fu Jiaxi made a mock toast gesture towards the cat. “I’m going to eat you.”
“Boost your vitamin C. You’ll need it for some brain-burning later.”
“Tsk, I shouldn’t have expected much from you.”
Yu Yanqing lowered his head and chuckled lightly.
“What’s your take on the market trend following last night’s data release?” Fu Jiaxi asked.
“The news stimulated a brief spike in U.S. bond yields, while London copper fell short-term, but there’s no need to worry excessively—the trend won’t change.” Yu Yanqing said, “You can proceed with your downstream raw material procurement as planned, without over-focusing on it.”
As he spoke, he exuded an unusual sense of composure.
Calm, concise, with a complete logical chain—no verbose or pretentious use of technical jargon.
Fu Jiaxi suddenly thought of a phrase: flexible wisdom.
Unable to endure her prolonged gaze and scrutiny, Yu Yanqing frowned and asked, “Why are you staring at me?”
Fu Jiaxi clicked her tongue. “Yu Yanqing, are you socially awkward?”
“...”
Returning to his homeland, feeling like he had no home, living long-term in a hotel suite, raising a cat for companionship, disliking social interactions, immersing himself in work, enjoying moments with cold electronic screens.
It seemed nothing in this world could captivate him—not even money.
What Yu Yanqing pursued was the sense of accomplishment from fiercely competing against countless rivals in the brutal, unpredictable commodity market.
“You’ve figured me out so well—you must have observed me quite a bit.” Yu Yanqing didn’t deny it. “I’m used to living in hotels—it’s simple and convenient.”
Fu Jiaxi was puzzled. “Isn’t it boring?”
“Boring.” Yu Yanqing raised his head. “Since you’ve stayed here for a while, help me find a place to live.”
“Sure. Any requirements?”
“Few people, quiet, good internet, convenient for raising a cat.”
Fu Jiaxi readily agreed because Bai Duo’s boyfriend had a nice flat available for rent.
A ground-floor unit with a small yard, a standalone entrance, located in the new district of Jin City—few people, quiet.
Yu Yanqing, accustomed to living in hotels, naturally wasn’t picky. After reviewing the photos she sent, he immediately transferred the rent.
“That’s too much money.”
“Help me buy stuff.”
“What do you need?”
“Up to you.”
Afterward, Yu Yanqing stopped replying to messages.
Used to his ways, Fu Jiaxi didn’t mind. Once everything was settled, she informed him that he could move in anytime.
Basic living essentials were provided, the refrigerator was stocked with food, fruits, and beverages. The diffuser stone at the entrance emitted a forest scent. A cat tree was placed in a sunny corner of the living room.
Fu Jiaxi brought the landlord Zhao Zhao along under the guise of propriety.
Zhao Zhao was thrilled to meet his idol. If Yu Yanqing mentioned waiving the rent, Zhao Zhao would likely agree wholeheartedly.
Yu Yanqing’s attitude towards anyone was always indifferent, especially when it came to overly enthusiastic gestures.
Fu Jiaxi was still holding a paper bag. After the landlord left, he asked, “What’s this?”
“Zhao Zhao bought it for you. He was too shy to give it to you directly,” Fu Jiaxi said. “He’s a pure fan of yours.”
Yu Yanqing wasn’t buying it. “Take it away.”
—
Lately, Yue Jia Yi had become obsessed with small science experiments. Every night, Yue Jincheng bought him a materials kit, and Fu Jiaxi had to accompany him for an hour of playtime.
The little guy looked down on anything too simple; he wanted to do the most challenging experiment. One of the auxiliary materials required using an open flame to heat chemical powder, which would cause an explosion.
Fu Jiaxi forbade it—it was dangerous.
Yue Jia Yi refused to back down and insisted.
Fu Jiaxi compromised: “Wait until tomorrow, when Dad comes over, and we’ll do the experiment together.”
When reasoning didn’t work, Yue Jia Yi started crying and rolling on the floor.
Fu Jiaxi neither scolded nor consoled him but calmly let the child vent his emotions.
With his little face turned away, Yue Jia Yi sniffled, “Mom, call Dad over now.”
“Dad is working and is in a video meeting at this time,” Fu Jiaxi said. “Jia Yi, adults have tasks they need to complete, and as a child, you also have rules to follow.”
“But you won’t let me do the experiment.” His voice choked, his eyes red like a little rabbit’s.
Fu Jiaxi squatted down to be at eye level with her son. “First, Mom apologizes to you. I shouldn’t have made decisions without consulting you about your playtime. I’m sorry.”
Yue Jia Yi sniffled, tears streaming down his face.
“Now, can you listen to what Mom has to say?” Fu Jiaxi’s voice became gentler.
“Okay.” The little one wiped his tears with his hand.
“First, this experiment is somewhat dangerous, and Mom is afraid you might get hurt. Secondly, Mom doesn’t fully understand the principles behind it, so I can’t teach you well. Therefore, I hope that tomorrow, when Dad comes, we can do it together. Okay?”
Yue Jia Yi’s eyes sparkled like morning stars. “Really? Will it be Dad, Mom, and me, all together as a family?”
Fu Jiaxi nodded. “Yes.”
Yue Jia Yi’s emotions brightened, and he burst into a wide smile. “Yay!!”
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but laugh, quietly letting out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Jia Yi gently tugged at her hand. “Mom.” His voice, still damp from crying, carried a hint of moisture. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I was wrong too. I won’t take a red flower tomorrow. Mommy, can I hug you?”
Any relationship, tested through conflict and opposition, reveals the greatest wisdom.
After putting her son to bed, Fu Jiaxi sent a message to Yue Jincheng.
“Do you have time to spend with our son tomorrow?” She briefly described the evening’s events.
Yue Jincheng replied, “I’ll come earlier so that our son can see me when he wakes up. Are you still awake?”
Fu Jiaxi set her phone aside—how could she rest? She was preparing for her November certification exam. Time was tight, and she lacked confidence but decided to give it a try.
Jia Yi slept restlessly, tossing and turning twice.
Fu Jiaxi dimmed the desk lamp slightly and glanced at him.
Once she confirmed he was sound asleep, she couldn’t settle down again.
Her pen moved clumsily across the draft paper, scratching formulas. The rustling stopped briefly, and after ten minutes, she hadn’t even finished half a page of the textbook.
Suddenly, she faintly heard dripping water outside the bedroom.
Fu Jiaxi listened carefully for a few seconds—the sound of running water grew louder.
She rushed out to check. As soon as she opened the door, she was met with the sound akin to a waterfall crashing down. The shower hose in the bathroom had burst.
Fu Jiaxi grabbed a towel and rushed in to turn off the main valve first.
There was no need to panic about such incidents, though it was indeed troublesome.
Over the past two years of raising Jia Yi alone, Fu Jiaxi had learned to handle all sorts of difficulties by herself.
But the current situation seemed a bit tricky.
After tightening the valve, the water stopped only briefly for twenty seconds before a loud “bang” echoed, followed by a jet of water shooting out, hitting the ceiling, and splashing chaotically.
Caught off guard, Fu Jiaxi was drenched in seconds.
The main pipe had burst, causing leaks in the shower, sink, and other faucets. Soon, a small pool formed on the floor.
Fu Jiaxi hurriedly called the property management.
To her frustration, no one answered after three attempts.
Jia Yi was sleeping, and Fu Jiaxi didn’t dare leave him alone at home.
“Mom.”
“Jia Yi? Why are you awake?”
Yue Jia Yi rubbed his eyes, barefoot, and walked over. The cool water soaked his little toes, making him cling tightly to his mother. Startled by the scene before him, his bad mood from the evening hadn’t yet subsided.
To make matters worse, Yue Jia Yi clung to his mom and burst into loud sobs.
The bathroom had turned into a water curtain cave, and the living room was about to be flooded too. Drenched, Fu Jiaxi didn’t dare hold Jia Yi, so she placed him on the sofa.
Yue Jia Yi cried even louder, giving her a splitting headache.
With no other option, Fu Jiaxi, trembling, could only call Yue Jincheng.
…
It took half an hour to drive from the company, but Yue Jincheng arrived in less than twenty minutes, pounding on the door frantically, “Jiaxi, Jiaxi!”
Fu Jiaxi opened the door, completely soaked, with droplets falling from her hair.
Hugging herself, shivering from the cold, she said, “The water pipe broke, and the property management didn’t answer the phone.”
Yue Jincheng removed his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her. Then he entered and picked up Yue Jia Yi from the sofa, almost commanding, “Go to the bedroom, cover yourself with a blanket, don’t get out of bed, and don’t worry Mom anymore.”
Yue Jia Yi submitted to his father’s authority and obeyed, “Okay, understood.”
After settling his son, Yue Jincheng rolled up his sleeves and emerged from the bedroom. “Toolbox. Screwdriver, pliers.”
He entered the spraying bathroom and didn’t allow Fu Jiaxi to follow. “Stay here and wait.”
The earsplitting sound of water, the noise of tools being used, and the muffled footsteps—all these sounds filled the air. Fu Jiaxi crouched by the door, watching as Yue Jincheng knelt on the ground. The outline of his shoulders rose and fell slightly with effort, his arms straining against his shirt sleeves, revealing clear muscle lines.
He stayed in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes, and finally, the pipe stopped spraying water.
“Fixed?”
“Temporarily. It should be a water pressure issue in the building. Contact the property management tomorrow and have the engineering department send someone over to investigate.” Yue Jincheng put away the tools and placed the toolbox neatly in the corner.
The living room was a mess, enough to keep them busy cleaning for a while.
Fu Jiaxi stood there, worried.
Yue Jincheng originally intended to tell her to quickly change her clothes.
But when he turned his head and his gaze settled on her, he was momentarily speechless.
Fu Jiaxi was completely soaked. Her soft, thin, pale pink undershirt clung to her under the light, revealing the delicate curves of her body. Her black undergarments were clearly visible through the wet fabric.
Droplets of water trickled down her cheeks, coalescing at her chin, then falling one by one, swaying gently over her slender collarbone.
Yue Jincheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his intense gaze undiminished by the chill of the situation.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t notice until he spoke in a slightly altered tone, “Go change your clothes; don’t catch a cold.”
She thought of something and looked up at him.
Only then did she realize that his white shirt, drenched and clinging tightly to his body, revealed every contour of his abdomen. From his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist, his arms carried just the right amount of muscle. The physique of a mature man, maintained through discipline and diligence, remained as striking as when they first met—vibrant, healthy, and visually compelling.
Both harbored subtle thoughts but remained silent, tacitly ignoring the late-night stirrings.
Fu Jiaxi emerged wearing a set of loungewear.
Yue Jincheng used Jia Yi’s towel to dry his hair. “Is the child asleep?”
“Mm, he’s asleep.” Fu Jiaxi handed him some clothes. “Here, change out of those wet ones, or you might catch a cold.”
Yue Jincheng frowned, noticing they were men’s clothes, his expression turning icy and unpleasant.
“Why do you have these clothes?”
After the divorce, Fu Jiaxi had moved into this apartment, which bore no trace of his presence.
But seeing men’s clothes taken from her wardrobe stirred Yue Jincheng’s emotions, making him feel scattered.
“Oh, they’re Yu Yanqing’s.”
Yue Jincheng’s gaze sharpened, like a blade ready to tear him apart.
“Little Zhao bought them for him—Bai Duo’s boyfriend.” Fu Jiaxi said lightly. “Yu Yanqing refused to accept them, so I’ll return them. You can wear them for now. I won’t return them; I’ll just give Little Zhao the cash equivalent.”
“A man giving another man clothes? Remind your friend about propriety.”
Fu Jiaxi chuckled. “It’s not a big deal.”
Bai Duo’s boyfriend was pure-hearted, without ulterior motives, and his gifts were practical and thoughtful.
Yue Jincheng didn’t take them, his expression sharp. “If it’s a gift, why didn’t he give them himself?”
“Yu Yanqing is difficult to approach. Little Zhao was too shy.”
“Are you saying he becomes easier to approach when he’s with you?”
“Not bad, you get used to it after a while. He’s fine, just a bit cold and harsh.”
“Cold and harsh, and you think that’s fine?” Yue Jincheng sneered. “Have your standards dropped so low?”
Fu Jiaxi glanced at him indifferently. “Why are you in such a hurry? It’s not like I’m looking for a stepfather for our son.”
Her nonchalant yet firm response effortlessly pinned Yue Jincheng down.
“Are you going to change or not?”
Yue Jincheng reluctantly took the clothes.
Before Fu Jiaxi could mop the floor a few times, Yue Jincheng walked out of the room unchanged.
“What now?” Fu Jiaxi sighed, exasperated.
He was still soaked, looking like the lead actor in an adult film, calmly commenting, “Why are his pants so small? I can’t wear them—they’re stuck.”
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