Embedded Files
Psst! We're moving!
◎Can I stay? I won’t mess up your hair.◎
Fu Jiaxi was awake until two in the morning.
The yellow wine from the private chef’s place probably didn’t agree with her. As soon as she lay down, her heart began racing, and her entire face felt like a burning cloud, especially her lips. When she looked in the mirror, she discovered a small patch of broken skin at the corner of her mouth.
Yue Jincheng, that pervert, had kissed her so forcefully. He hadn’t changed one bit—just like before, whether it was kissing or anything else, he never showed any gentleness.
When they first started dating, Bai Duo had once asked her what she disliked most about Yue Jincheng.
Between close girlfriends, they talked about girlish secrets and intimate details.
“He’s too intense, like some kind of pervert.”
“Gentle and elegant during the day, but a suit-wearing brute at night. Are you sure this is dissatisfaction?”
Fu Jiaxi took a deep breath. What was she reminiscing about!
She splashed cold water on her face and thought to herself that she’d need to use a darker shade of lipstick tomorrow to cover the broken skin at the corner of her mouth.
—
On Monday morning, before the department meeting ended, Yu Yanqing called. Fu Jiaxi only returned his call after the meeting.
“You didn’t reply last night, and now you’re not answering my calls.” Yu Yanqing’s tone carried dissatisfaction. “Has your company assigned someone else to liaise with me?”
Fu Jiaxi scrolled through their chat history—it was true.
He had sent her a message at 10:30 p.m., asking where she was.
“Sorry, I was having dinner last night, drank some alcohol, and went to bed early.”
“You drank?” Yu Yanqing asked subtly. “What kind of work culture does your department have, sending women out for drinking engagements?”
“No, it was my son’s father’s birthday.”
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Yu Yanqing spoke. “You and your ex-husband are still on such good terms?”
This was getting off-topic. Fu Jiaxi brought up business. “Did you call me for work-related matters?”
Yu Yanqing’s voice grew slightly lower and more sullen. “Come over earlier today to deliver the report. My car broke down—take me to get it fixed.”
—
At four in the afternoon, Fu Jiaxi was on an external assignment. Yu Yanqing seemed displeased that she arrived late, and his mood appeared less than pleasant. Fu Jiaxi’s lipstick today was redder than usual, different from her norm.
Noticing him observing her, she turned her face away uncomfortably. “Where’s the problem with the car?”
“There’s a strange noise when the window moves up and down—it’s not smooth.”
“You don’t go out much. How did your car break down?” Fu Jiaxi handed him the report first, clarifying a few data points. “I know a good repair shop—the boss there has excellent skills.”
Yu Yanqing tossed her the car keys. “Take me there.”
After getting into the car, Fu Jiaxi muttered, “I’m just your liaison. Now you’re making me your personal assistant.”
“A nanny would cook, wash clothes, serve tea, and fetch water,” Yu Yanqing replied. “If I can make use of you, I wouldn’t mind hiring you at a high salary.”
“In your dreams.” Fu Jiaxi rolled her eyes.
Yu Yanqing’s car was an imported Mercedes-Benz S-Class. The apprentices at the shop were hesitant to touch it, so Shen Ye had to step in personally. In less than half an hour, the repaired car was handed back to Yu Yanqing.
“The gear shifted out of place, causing the belt to misalign, which led to the strange noise. Also, a reminder—don’t leave coins or similar objects in the car door. Over time, they can develop magnetism and interfere with signals.”
Shen Ye wore a baseball cap and a loose T-shirt, likely his work uniform. The paint stains all over it resembled a unique graffiti style.
He threw the keys to Yu Yanqing from a distance with noticeable force.
Yu Yanqing, observant and sharp-minded, immediately sensed that this person wasn’t friendly.
Seizing a moment alone, Shen Ye leaned against the wall, standing casually, and tilted his head toward Fu Jiaxi. “Sister, you’ve found another competitor for me?”
“Don’t talk nonsense. He’s a business partner. Don’t forget about you—I brought you business.”
“Besides bringing me business, do you ever think of me at other times?”
“What cheesy lines you’ve picked up. Learn something better.”
Shen Ye straightened up and stopped joking. “A car worth over four million yuan makes even me nervous fixing it.”
“Well, congratulations. You’ve gained some valuable experience.”
“Your words always sound nice.” Shen Ye raised an eyebrow. “Is he really not a suitor?”
“Does it make a difference?”
“If he is, then raise the price. If not, give me a discount.”
The receptionist cheerfully handed Yu Yanqing a bottle of water. “It’ll be ready soon, sir. Just wait a little longer.”
Yu Yanqing thanked her, his gaze occasionally drifting over. Shen Ye stood with his back turned, chatting and laughing with Fu Jiaxi.
“Does she know your boss?”
“Jiaxi? We all adore her. We’ve been chasing her for a long time.”
Yu Yanqing twisted the cap open and frowned after taking a sip.
Lemon water? The taste was slightly sour and bitter.
On the way back, the first half of the ride was unusually quiet.
Fu Jiaxi finally broached a question she’d been holding back for a while. “What do you think about the gold market?”
“It’s fine.”
“Last week, the increase reached 3.8%. Short-term market sentiment has been released, so shorting should be feasible. What do you think?”
Yu Yanqing suddenly slammed the brakes, causing Fu Jiaxi to lurch forward.
“You want to hear my opinion?”
“Yes.”
“Then answer one question first.”
Fu Jiaxi braced herself, expecting a professional quiz.
“You and Jiayi’s father—you only meet on birthdays?”
Fu Jiaxi was bewildered. Why was he asking such a nosy question?
“No, that’s not true.” She answered honestly. “We see each other almost every day.”
Yu Yanqing turned his gaze back, disbelief written all over his face, clearly dismissing it as a joke.
—
“Mommy, do you think Aunt Mingxin will like the gift I prepared for her?” Yue Jiayi hugged an Ultraman figurine, checking it repeatedly.
Yue Mingxin had won a prestigious gold award in France for her design work and was hosting a party at home to celebrate.
Jiayi was closest to Mingxin, and among the Yue family, Mingxin was the one who shared the deepest bond with Fu Jiaxi.
Outside the villa, Yue Mingxin was greeting friends. Upon seeing Fu Jiaxi, she insisted she come inside and sit for a while.
The young girl clung to her arm, pleading pitifully. “I won an award, and you didn’t even congratulate me!”
“You’re not my boyfriend—why are you being so clingy with me?” Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but feel helpless.
“You can have many boyfriends, but you only have one sister-in-law.” Yue Mingxin declared solemnly.
Fu Jiaxi was at a loss for words, given the situation.
After some thought, this was Yue Mingxin’s home, and it was unlikely that many of the Yue family elders would be present.
“Who else is here?” she asked cautiously to confirm.
“My second sister-in-law,” Yue Mingxin whispered. “She’s fine—she knows how to handle herself. It’s nothing serious; we can just include her in the fun.”
Yue Mingxin, born into wealth, was very clear about boundaries and proper conduct.
She clung to Fu Jiaxi’s arm as they entered, reluctant to let go even after a long while. The guests quietly weighed Fu Jiaxi’s importance, realizing her standing was far from insignificant.
Some sharp-eyed individuals remarked, “Do you not know who she is? Yue Mingxin’s sister-in-law.”
“What about the other one?” referring to Wan Yu.
“Can they even compare? Just look at Yue Mingxin’s attitude.”
Wan Yu, ever adaptable, immediately approached Fu Jiaxi upon seeing her, warmly taking her hand. “Sister Jiaxi, I’m so happy to see you!”
Fu Jiaxi responded indifferently, “Mm, I’m glad you’re happy,” then gently withdrew her hand.
Her ties with the Yue family were severed, and she no longer wished to maintain pretenses.
Yue Jiayi was over there playing VR games, completely absorbed and excited.
Fu Jiaxi found a quiet corner to sit in, trying to minimize her presence.
Yue Mingxin kept checking on her, bringing her cherries, tiramisu, chocolates, and fruit salad.
“Eat up, take your time. You can’t leave until you’ve finished everything.”
Fu Jiaxi understood her little scheme. “Stop feeding me—I can’t finish all this; it’ll be a waste. Don’t worry, I won’t leave. You’ve achieved so much—it’s amazing, Mingxin. I’m truly proud and happy for you.”
Yue Mingxin was almost moved to tears.
Fu Jiaxi’s phone rang—it was a voice message. She opened it to hear Yu Yanqing’s deep, pleasant voice: “I’m thinking of changing my car’s color. Are you free?”
Yue Mingxin leaned closer. “Who’s that?”
“A friend.” Fu Jiaxi typed back: “Let me check.”
She found Shen Ye’s number and pressed call, only to realize Yue Mingxin hadn’t budged, her expression serious, her gaze scanning like a detective solving a mystery.
The call was answered after two rings.
Shen Ye’s tone was playful and lazy. “Sister, this is the first time you’ve called me proactively.”
Yue Mingxin blinked, as if she had her answer.
They quickly discussed the matter and hung up just as swiftly.
Yue Mingxin looked at her smugly. “Jiaxi, are these two your suitors?”
This corner was near the door, and her voice wasn’t exactly soft.
Yue Jincheng, who had just stepped halfway inside, happened to overhear.
“Do you have photos? Let me take a look. I’m pretty good at judging men.”
Yue Jincheng’s expression was enigmatic, frozen at the doorway, refusing to move further.
The weight of his gaze bore down on her like flames scorching her skin.
What should have been an innocent act of goodwill now inexplicably made her feel slightly guilty.
Quickly, she created a group chat and added both Yu Yanqing and Shen Ye.
Shen: ?
Yu: ?
Fu: You two talk it out yourselves, big brother or little brother.
Yue Mingxin exclaimed, “Jiaxi, you’re incredible! How do you manage them? Teach me!”
Yue Jincheng’s temper flared, and his reprimand carried extra weight. “Can’t you learn something better?”
Yue Mingxin found it unbelievable. “Isn’t this good? Are men only allowed to manipulate women, and women aren’t allowed to do the same?!”
This was all over the place. Fu Jiaxi hurried to explain, “No, no, it’s not like that.”
Yue Mingxin felt she had gained valuable insights. “I’ll come to you another day for more advice.”
“Don’t. Let me explain.”
Her younger sisters called out, and Yue Mingxin went to entertain them.
Fu Jiaxi sighed helplessly.
Yue Jincheng, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke up. “I’m listening. Explain yourself.”
Fu Jiaxi turned around. They knew each other too well—every subtle expression, every nuance of emotion between his brows, she understood.
Yue Jincheng’s reaction was far from good—he seemed to be interrogating her or waiting for her to defend herself.
But Fu Jiaxi refused to comply. She knew what he wanted, but why should she give it to him?
“No explanation. Think whatever you want.” Her words were quick and dismissive as she turned to leave.
“Big brother or little brother—if they’re going to be my son’s stepfather, they should at least pass Mingxin’s inspection.”
His words became increasingly absurd. Fu Jiaxi surrendered first. “Don’t ruin someone’s reputation. It’s really just helping them connect. Yu Yanqing needed car repairs and a color change—I told them to communicate directly.”
However, Yue Jincheng didn’t relent. A keen person could sense the desires and ambitions of another.
“I’ll have the legal department revisit and clarify the cooperation terms with him. Bofeng has always been thorough in handling alliances. If basic things like car repairs and tire changes are beyond him, I can take responsibility.”
His words carried a strong attack. Fu Jiaxi replied coldly, sarcastically, “You didn’t even reimburse me for the costs of inviting Yu Yanqing rock climbing, dining, or attending exhibitions, and now you’re offering to handle his car repairs. Are you targeting me, or him? If that’s the case, maybe I really should ask Yu Yanqing if he’s seriously pursuing me.”
It wasn’t just sarcasm—it was deliberate provocation.
Fu Jiaxi remained composed, taking a step to leave.
Yue Jincheng grabbed her wrist tightly, unable to restrain his anger.
“Let go.” Fu Jiaxi dared not struggle too forcefully.
Yue Jincheng pushed further, pulling her closer with even more force.
“Are you crazy?” Fu Jiaxi tried to push him away.
So many people were around—anyone passing by the entrance could see their struggle.
Yue Jincheng’s eyes mirrored moments deeply tied to her: the obsessive questioning when he first pursued her, the uncontrollable passion during their first night together, and the repeated heartbreak during their split.
Emotions spilled out, all connected to her.
Fu Jiaxi suddenly grew anxious. “Aren’t you afraid of gossip? Our son is right here!”
Yue Jincheng snapped back to reality, his grip still firm, as if weighing his options.
What held him back wasn’t their son but Fu Jiaxi’s panicked, fearful gaze.
Slowly, he released her hand, and Fu Jiaxi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
—
On the way home, Yue Jiayi asked, “Mommy, were you unhappy tonight?”
“Hmm?” Fu Jiaxi slowed the car, stopping at a red light. “No, I wasn’t. Did you have fun? If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“But I want Mommy to be happy for herself, not because of anyone else.” Yue Jiayi’s childish voice was tender yet thoughtful. “I am me, and you are you.”
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but smile. Her son was becoming more and more articulate.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Yue Jiayi suddenly whispered. “I won’t drag you to Daddy’s house anymore. Every time you see Daddy, you don’t seem very happy.”
Fu Jiaxi squeezed his little hand, touched by his understanding and sensitive nature. “Jiayi, no matter where Daddy and Mommy are, we will always love you forever.”
After getting home, she busied herself for a while—bathing him, reading bedtime stories, and then the little one obediently fell asleep.
She turned off the bedroom light and gently closed the door behind her.
Not two minutes passed before—”Ding dong—”
Through the video doorbell, Yue Jincheng stood outside the door.
She opened it, and he raised his head.
The dim indoor light split between them like a clear boundary.
His side was slightly darker, exuding a sense of dejection. His gaze was sharp but subdued as he silently stared at her.
Fu Jiaxi turned her face away, wordlessly resisting.
“The kid is asleep. If you want to argue, save it for tomorrow,” she said stubbornly, still reproachful.
Yue Jincheng spoke softly. “My car broke down too. Take me to get it fixed tomorrow.”
“Are you going to fix the car or smash the shop?”
“I thought about it, but I didn’t dare.” Yue Jincheng replied. “I need to set a good example for our son.”
Fu Jiaxi suppressed a laugh and looked at him again, her expression softening slightly.
“What’s wrong with your car?”
“The window? The tires? The headlights?” Yue Jincheng made things up on the spot.
Fu Jiaxi saw through him clearly, lifting her chin slightly. “So what?”
“You have a group chat. Add me to it too—something about the store manager’s younger brother and Teacher Yu. Let’s communicate more.”
He was really pushing it now, but Fu Jiaxi remained unmoved. “What exactly are you here for?”
Yue Jincheng took a step forward, lowering his gaze. “To apologize.”
Fu Jiaxi let out a faint laugh. “Apologizing while spouting nonsense? That’s insincere.”
“If you want to hear sincere words, let me in first.”
Their next-door neighbor worked night shifts and would return around this time. Not wanting to invite gossip, Fu Jiaxi relented.
“Go ahead and confess. I’m listening.”
“My mouth is dry. Won’t you pour me a glass of water?”
She leaned against the table edge, resting her hands on her lower back lazily. “That depends on how well you apologize.”
“What happens if I don’t apologize well?”
“The door’s right there. See yourself out.”
Yue Jincheng’s smile faded, his eyes growing deeper. The frustration from the entire evening lingered unresolved. Perhaps, on some level, he hadn’t truly wanted to let go. No matter how many people pursued her, he could pretend not to care—but after hearing Yue Mingxin’s words tonight, he suddenly realized that Fu Jiaxi was far more composed than him. If she wanted to, she could choose and accept any suitor.
She was beautiful, free, and independent.
Like a kite fluttering in the sky, but he wasn’t the string holding her down.
“I was wrong,” Yue Jincheng said solemnly.
Fu Jiaxi was momentarily struck by his demeanor—a mix of extreme composure and an undeniable burning ambition.
Sensing the impending loss of control, she quickly said, “Alright, I understand. Go home and rest early.”
But it was futile.
Step by step, he advanced, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. His arms crossed over her sides, pressing firmly onto the cold marble countertop.
Trapped within his embrace, she had no escape.
Desire rang loudly in Yue Jincheng’s eyes. Their breaths intertwined, testing each other’s temperature and heartbeat.
Husky-voiced, he asked, “Can I stay?”
“...”
“I won’t mess up your hair.”
Google Sites
Report abuse