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◎But he can endure for a long time.◎
Yu Yanqing fell silent for two seconds, then shifted into a more relaxed posture and smiled. “How handsome? Compared to me?”
“Not the same type.”
“Then there shouldn’t be any pressure.” Yu Yanqing self-deprecatingly joked, half-serious as he continued the topic. “If they truly couldn’t be separated, how did it end in divorce? Don’t you think so, President Yue?”
Yue Jincheng: “When you’re trading, there must be moments of turning points—comebacks from dead ends.”
“Of course.”
“From a dead end to a turnaround, from divergence back to alignment. In the market, countless possibilities can change everything in a matter of seconds.”
“Does President Yue also have experience as a trader?”
“Occasionally interested, but only scratching the surface. But I know that even a dead end can turn around if one can endure the darkness—there might just be a moment of reversal waiting.”
Yu Yanqing chuckled softly, then looked up and spoke frankly. “Are you referring to trading, or to human hearts?”
“With so many hearts in the world, how could I possibly point them all out?” Yue Jincheng remained calm and steady, not dodging the question. “Pointing to myself wouldn’t be out of place either.”
Yu Yanqing nodded approvingly. “It’s already a rare and commendable trait for a person to reflect often. So after all this, may I boldly ask—was Fu Jiaxi’s ex your mutual friend?”
Unexpectedly, Yue Jincheng suddenly asked, “Teacher Yu, do you know her son’s name?”
“Not sure. I’ve only occasionally heard her answer the phone, calling him ‘Little Jiayi’?”
The temperature of the mushroom soup had cooled to the perfect warmth. Yue Jincheng held the bowl with both hands, savoring it carefully. His lips, moistened by the broth, carried a subtle, bold hue.
He calmly emphasized one word in his next sentence: “Her son’s surname is Yue —his name is Yue Jiayi.”
No matter how hard she thought about it, Fu Jiaxi couldn’t understand why Yu Yanqing had hurriedly left before finishing the meal.
It was barely seven o’clock, and the domestic commodity market hadn’t even opened yet.
She had double-checked the financial calendar; there were no significant data releases scheduled for the weekend in Europe or the U.S.
“Did you argue with him?” Fu Jiaxi asked suspiciously.
“We’re not hot-headed kids anymore. What would we argue about, hmm?” Yue Jincheng hinted subtly.
“That’s true. Yu Yanqing only acts tough at home, but outside, he’s very aloof and rarely pays attention to others.”
“The home he stays in—you found for him. So, does he dare act tough with you?” Yue Jincheng suddenly remarked.
Fu Jiaxi was surprised. “How do you know?”
“That aloof Yu Yanqing told me.”
“He even told you that?”
“Reciprocity,” Yue Jincheng said. “I also told him something—Jiayi’s surname is Yue, and he’s my son.”
Fu Jiaxi was truly baffled, almost forgetting to shift gears as she was honked at when starting at a green light.
“What are you boasting about to him? He’s just unmarried. If he wants, he’ll have children someday too.” Fu Jiaxi couldn’t comprehend men’s conversations—they were more nonsensical than she imagined.
Yue Jincheng fell into a deep silence.
Her interpretation was too upright; she hadn’t grasped the essence at all.
Feeling stifled, he wanted a cigarette.
“Do you feel carsick?” Fu Jiaxi noticed his complexion seemed off in the rearview mirror and kindly rolled down half the window. “Let some air in—I’ll drive slower.”
Two intersections ahead, turning left led to his residence, Tan Palace, while turning right led to her place.
Yue Jincheng suddenly spoke. “What exactly was written in the Excess Profit Allocation Plan you submitted to Jin Ming?”
The car slowed down. Fu Jiaxi saw hope. “Wait a moment—I’ll send you the electronic version.”
“No need.” Yue Jincheng’s voice was calm. “Go to your place—we’ll use the computer.”
Fu Jiaxi didn’t hesitate at all. When it came to work, she trusted him completely.
“If your plan doesn’t align with the group’s annual compensation benchmarks, it won’t pass. The company’s salary grading system is clear, especially for single-item rewards, which departments must declare themselves. If it meets the predetermined conditions, it can go to the board for review.”
Fu Jiaxi summarized the key points. “So I need to accomplish two things: convince Jin Ming and gather more votes.”
Yue Jincheng curved his lips slightly.
Fu Jiaxi improvised. “Can I count on your vote?”
“One vote from me is worth ten.” Yue Jincheng flipped through the documents, asking casually, “So, how will you bribe me?”
Fu Jiaxi leaned against him, crouching down along the soft armrest of the sofa, looking up at him with her gaze falling on his cuff. “Yesterday, while shopping, I passed a storefront where a model was wearing a really nice suit.”
“So?”
“So I thought of you. Do you want to try it on and test my taste?”
Yue Jincheng wanted to laugh. “Giving gifts and making it sound so touching.”
“Are you moved?”
“If not?”
“Then let’s switch the script.” Fu Jiaxi instantly changed her tone. “Yue Jincheng, do you still want to be Jiayi’s father or not?”
“Threatening me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Fu Jiaxi lazily replied. “You’re the least afraid of threats.”
Yue Jincheng smiled.
Inwardly, he thought—the details you remember are more effective than any treasure in the world.
At the appointed time, Jiayi called for a video chat.
Fu Jiaxi went to the bedroom to take the call.
Yue Jincheng didn’t rush to show his face. Jiayi was family, not a potential rival—there was no need.
The mushroom soup earlier had been a bit salty, so he was thirsty. He went to the kitchen to get water himself.
“Mommy, I found a squirrel in Grandma’s orchard!”
“Uncle Liu took me fishing!”
“Good night, love you!”
The lively, innocent voice could soothe the day’s fatigue.
Fu Jiaxi’s mood improved as well. “If you don’t want the suit, can we negotiate another bribe?”
But Yue Jincheng was nowhere to be seen in the living room.
Upon closer inspection, he was standing in front of a wall of bookshelves. The reading lamp was off, hidden in the dimness. Only the changing light from outside revealed his silhouette.
“Those are all Jiayi’s picture books,” Fu Jiaxi walked over. “He’s better than me—he loves reading and has good focus.”
Suddenly, Yue Jincheng reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Fu Jiaxi collided solidly with him. The faint scent of tea on his collar calmed her momentarily panicked heart.
“You want this kind of bribe? That’s a bit difficult for me.”
Yue Jincheng tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against her cool earlobe like the faint spark of a fuse.
Fu Jiaxi shivered and tightened her grip on his sleeve.
Yue Jincheng’s breathing grew heavier as he moved from her earlobe upward, lightly grazing her ear before planting a firm kiss on her soft hair.
His meticulous, slow advances pulled at Fu Jiaxi’s thoughts.
They were the people who knew each other’s bodies best.
Yue Jincheng’s restrained, measured intimacy was like a silent mountain peak testing a small flower across the cliff.
Fu Jiaxi briefly lost herself, curling her fingers repeatedly before finally pushing him away.
Yue Jincheng didn’t push further. His gaze was dark and unreadable, his breathing slightly labored.
Fu Jiaxi felt that something about his state was off. She asked softly, “What’s wrong with you?”
Yue Jincheng’s Adam’s apple slid down in a subtle arc as he spoke hoarsely, “Those things aren’t as good as I am. If you’re going to use something, use something worthwhile.”
Long after he left, Fu Jiaxi still couldn’t figure out what he meant by that.
In the middle of the night, she woke up thirsty and went to get water, lingering in front of the bookshelf for a while.
On the far right corner of the top shelf sat a delivery box.
Fu Jiaxi choked on her water and burst into a fit of coughing.
She suddenly remembered—it was something Bai Duo had sent her. During their last bar gathering, after drinking, they had talked about Yue Jincheng’s nose. When Bai Duo heard the description “big, straight, and prominent,” she assumed Fu Jiaxi was lonely and sent this box of gadgets just a few days later.
Fu Jiaxi had only opened the package ten days or so later. The playful aids inside were astonishingly impressive.
The entire delivery had been tucked away in a hidden spot. In the afternoon, while Jiayi was out and she was tidying up, she had taken it out but forgotten to put it back.
Yue Jincheng had seen it—how could he not overthink?
________________________________________
A week later, Fu Jiaxi had just arrived at her desk when Liu Yun called her over.
She thought they’d be discussing market trends, but Liu Yun told her, “The profit allocation plan you drafted—it passed in the board meeting.”
Fu Jiaxi was surprised. “Did Jin Ming submit it?”
“No. It was proposed by Vice President Chen during the meeting.”
Vice President Chen, named Chen Mingyuan, was in charge of managing one of Bofeng’s largest subsidiaries. This subsidiary specialized in software development, artificial intelligence, and robotics research. Though its scale wasn’t large, its forward-looking importance was undeniable—it served as a guiding beacon for the group’s future transformation.
This was the subsidiary Yue Jincheng had overcome countless obstacles to support wholeheartedly after taking over.
Starting from a state of losses, it had only taken two years to deliver a dazzling report card to Yue Jincheng.
Chen Mingyuan excelled in technical research but seemed out of place in operational matters.
However, during the meeting, he used the third quarter’s successful hedging strategy, which created over seven million yuan in profits for zinc-based conductor products, as a starting point. He objectively and fairly suggested rewarding the relevant business teams.
Another director chimed in: “Improving operational strategies is essential for the group’s development. There are already provisions in the compensation system—why not submit a proposal to clarify the distribution?”
Yue Yunzong immediately opposed it. “Within the scope of regular work, we don’t talk about special cases. Besides, these are just a few successful operations. What if the strategy fails in the future and causes losses? Will we punish them harshly without regard for human feelings or face?”
As the head of the group’s operations, he held significant sway.
His clear disapproval, though softened with tact, silenced the room momentarily.
All eyes turned to Yue Jincheng.
Yue Jincheng looked directly at Yue Yunzong and followed up on his statement. “How often do you, General Manager Yunzong, rely on human feelings or face-saving measures in your daily work?”
Yue Yunzong was momentarily stunned—any answer would be problematic.
“Bofeng has reached where it is today because of a robust management system. Management isn’t just about controlling or restraining people—it’s about establishing relatively fair reward and punishment mechanisms and creating opportunities for growth, making employees feel a sense of belonging and see a future.”
Yue Jincheng’s words were firm and direct, his gaze fixed on Yue Yunzong throughout. “The importance of corporate hedging is widely promoted, even enshrined in derivative-specific legislation. Stocks, futures, funds—all are absolute risk investments. What Liu Yun has tirelessly worked on is fighting for Bofeng in the brutal price wars.”
“Anyone who thinks it’s easy—I suggest you open an account and try trading with real money. Overcome biases, confront risks, and protect your subordinates’ legitimate rights. General Manager Yunzong, as the head of operations, this is exactly what you should be doing.”
Yue Jincheng’s deep understanding of the business exceeded most expectations. His speech carried both grace and authority, sharp and persuasive. Like a drawn sword, it struck at his opponent with precision.
Jiao Rui, who was taking meeting minutes, interjected at the right moment: “Next, let’s vote on the sixteen agenda items of today’s meeting.”
Clashing swords, swirling winds—this was the daily routine Yue Jincheng had grown accustomed to. With the big picture settled, there were always a few rebellious spines trying to poke his back. Sometimes he tolerated them temporarily, planning for the future. Rarely did he show such sharpness, especially toward someone like Yue Yunzong.
Liu Yun was deeply moved. Not skilled at expressing gratitude, he simply remarked, “President Yue has it tough too.”
Fu Jiaxi found it hard to articulate her thoughts. She wouldn’t connect this incident to the teasing remarks from that night either.
Nor would she ever think that Yue Jincheng had fought so fervently for her—it would be an insult to him.
Later, she reviewed the meeting minutes. Those viewpoints and statements reflected the determination and resolve of a corporate leader.
Fu Jiaxi admired him greatly. At this moment, Yue Jincheng was more brilliant than ever.
“I’ve been talking with my overseas friends for a long time. The logistics situation in New York isn’t great. Although there hasn’t been concrete feedback yet, the delivery system is already showing signs of delays.” Liu Yun handed her a stack of printed materials. “Go see Yu Yanqing this afternoon and ask for his opinion.”
Fu Jiaxi agreed.
“Invite him to the next team-building event.”
“Sure,” Fu Jiaxi said. “But I doubt he’ll come.”
Liu Yun praised enthusiastically, “To analyze and trade, one must have focus and dedication. No wonder he succeeds.”
“He’s not as dull as you describe. He loves outdoor activities—rock climbing, running, sports. Oh, and he has a chubby-faced cat.”
Liu Yun smoothly pivoted. “Cats are good—they bring wealth. No wonder he makes money.”
Fu Jiaxi: “...”
His idol-like aura was blinding.
Fu Jiaxi had intended to call ahead, but remembering that her recent WeChat messages had gone unanswered, she decided to drop by unannounced.
She knocked for a long time before Yu Yanqing finally came to the door, dragging his feet.
He had just woken up from a nap, his hair messy like unruly seaweed.
“Sorry, did I disturb your nap?”
“If you knew it was inconvenient, why did you come?”
“Do you think I wanted to disturb you? I texted you, and you didn’t reply.” Fu Jiaxi defended herself.
“My phone’s broken.”
“So you criticize me the moment we meet? Hurry up and apologize.” Fu Jiaxi teased.
Yu Yanqing stubbornly shook his head. “No apology.”
“You can’t do anything to me anyway.” Fu Jiaxi waved the fruit in her hand. “The cut box is fresh, especially the melon—it’s very sweet. Have a taste; it’ll wake you up.”
Yu Yanqing not only didn’t take it but even hid his hands behind his back.
Fu Jiaxi was both amused and exasperated. “What’s wrong with you? Do I have some contagious disease?”
Yu Yanqing looked at her, his gaze like sunken reefs, completely out of place under the bright, scorching sunlight.
“You don’t have a contagious disease,” he said softly. “It’s just that I haven’t woken up yet. Even the sweetest fruit tastes bitter to me right now.”
________________________________________
That evening, Bai Duo invited her to have dinner at IFS, followed by their usual routine of heading to a familiar bar to chat.
“It’s all your fault for sending me that ridiculous delivery!” Fu Jiaxi began complaining immediately. “You have no idea how awkward it was.”
Bai Duo was shocked. “Was it really such a coincidence?”
“Do you think I did it on purpose?”
“Did he just hug you?” Bai Duo looked incredulous. “Didn’t he say anything outrageous?”
Of course, he did.
Things are better than me… Just thinking about it made her cringe.
“Are you telling me you two... did it?”
Fu Jiaxi sneered. “Not even close.”
Bai Duo covered her mouth, astonished. “Is Yue Jincheng unable to... get it up?!!”
Fu Jiaxi choked on her drink, coughing so hard it felt like her lungs were shaking. “What—what kind of question is that?! Keep your voice down!”
Bai Duo giggled. “Fine, fine. Otherwise, he’ll send me a lawyer’s letter next.”
The point wasn’t any of this—it was Yue Jincheng’s reaction at the time. The subtle emotions stirred within her remained vivid in Fu Jiaxi’s memory even now. Though he wasn’t physically present, those feelings lingered like a slow-burning fuse.
Fu Jiaxi tilted her head back and took a sip of her drink. The cool liquid slid down her throat, perhaps extinguishing the rising flames.
Bai Duo’s impression of Yue Jincheng before his divorce from Jiaxi had actually been pretty good. If she had to nitpick, it would be that he was too wild.
Back when they had been dating for about half a year, Bai Duo had invited Jiaxi shopping. On a hot summer day, Jiaxi showed up wearing a long-sleeved high-neck top.
“Aren’t you hot, babe?”
“Yeah, I am.” Fu Jiaxi blushed, shyly lowering her gaze.
Bai Duo instantly understood. “Did you sleep with Yue Jincheng?”
“Shh! Shhh! Keep it down!”
“Seriously, though—he’s way too rough,” Bai Duo frowned. “Couldn’t he be a little gentler?”
From that point on, Bai Duo added the label “brute” to Yue Jincheng’s reputation.
“Alright, alright—you’ve had enough to drink. This stuff is over 30% alcohol; it’ll hit you later.” Bai Duo complained. “If you ask me, you just haven’t been with enough men to know there’s always someone better out there. You need to compare more. Then you’d realize gentle is always better than rough.”
Fu Jiaxi ran her fingers through her long hair, intending to argue back—but she was probably drunk by then. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy and unfocused.
She smiled seductively, her charm oozing. “...But... he can go on for a long time.”
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