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◎A Threesome.◎
When Fu Jiaxi woke up, Bai Duo sent her a message asking if she remembered what she had said last night.
Fu Jiaxi chose to forget selectively. “I remember—I want to be a rich woman.”
Bai Duo replied, “Honey, I’m sure of it now—you really haven’t had sex in a long time.”
Fu Jiaxi: “So? Is that embarrassing?”
Bai Duo said, “As long as you’re not feeling empty and lonely, that’s fine.”
Forget it—lately, she’d been so busy she didn’t have time to think about anything else.
Being busy was one thing, but it was also exhausting.
For some reason, Yu Yanqing hadn’t been answering his calls or replying to messages recently, as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Fu Jiaxi found an excuse and asked Liu Yun to call him.
Yu Yanqing picked up.
His voice was calm and normal. “Hello?”
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t suppress her anger and snatched the phone away, demanding, “What do you mean by not answering my calls?!”
Her aggressive tone could’ve killed someone with its intensity.
Even Liu Yun instinctively moved a little farther away from her.
Yu Yanqing was silent for a moment. “Is this how you treat your business partners?”
Fu Jiaxi sneered. “And you avoiding me like this—is that any better?”
When she was angry, even her hair seemed to radiate emotion, let alone her tone, her words, and her slightly hurried breathing.
Yu Yanqing suddenly said, “Come over now and bring a bag of cat food for Orange Juice.”
After hanging up, Fu Jiaxi fumed and complained, “Liu, look at this! Being a worker is tough—I’m treating him like a lord, and now I have to take care of his cat too.”
Liu Yun coughed twice and sincerely asked, “You two... have you...?”
“What?”
“Are you dating?”
“Liu, he hasn’t lost his mind.”
Carrying the cat food to his place felt like offering an apology. Fu Jiaxi belatedly realized this and pouted, refusing to speak to Yu Yanqing.
Yu Yanqing sat on the couch reading an original English edition of an economics book. He was dressed casually in a beige crewneck sweatshirt and extremely thin half-frame glasses. Under the reading lamp, there seemed to be a subtle shimmer flowing around him.
Orange Juice was quite friendly toward Fu Jiaxi, affectionately exposing its fluffy belly.
“I’m not scratching your itch for you. Your master has a sour face; don’t expect me to be nice to you,” Fu Jiaxi muttered, squatting and scolding the cat while glaring at Yu Yanqing.
“Mew.” Orange Juice seemed to understand, rolled over twice, and then gracefully leapt into Yu Yanqing’s arms.
Fu Jiaxi disliked keeping things hidden, especially when it came to work.
She walked up to the couch, determined to get to the bottom of it. “Are you dissatisfied with my communication work? Or did I handle something poorly and offend Master Yu?”
Yu Yanqing turned a page of his book and calmly said, “No.”
“Then did I fail to feed your cat one day, or was the cat food I bought unsatisfactory? Or maybe the fruit wasn’t sweet enough?” Fu Jiaxi racked her brain.
“No, none of that.”
Fu Jiaxi kicked the sole of his shoe. “Hey! You’re so frustrating—how did your ex-girlfriends put up with you?!”
Yu Yanqing tilted his chin slightly. “If they could put up with me, why would they become ex-girlfriends?”
“...”
Fu Jiaxi’s anger subsided, and she calmed down. Suddenly, she thought of something. “You’re upset because you found out Yue Jincheng is my ex-husband, right?”
Yu Yanqing immediately responded with wit. “Why would I be upset? Whether he’s your ex-husband or boyfriend has nothing to do with me. I actually admire you for your broad-mindedness and tolerance.”
“Nonsense. I need to work, I need to make money, and I want to prove myself. With such a great platform, why should I give it up? Do I have to oppose everything, break ties dramatically, and suffer outside just to meet the expectations of onlookers?”
Yu Yanqing paused and met her gaze for several seconds, unable to look directly into the blazing light in her eyes.
He lowered his head slightly and softly said, “You’re right. In this life, reducing dissatisfaction and living comfortably is the greatest virtue.”
Fu Jiaxi sniffed and quietly said, “It’s not entirely about work-related issues that I bothered you. Actually, we’ve known each other for so long, and I consider you a friend.”
Yu Yanqing turned another page of his book, his fingertips trembling slightly.
“Enough with pretending to read. You’re holding the book upside down.” Fu Jiaxi pulled the book from his hands, lightly tossed it onto the couch, then leaned forward slightly and scratched the chubby face of the cat in his arms. “Remember to reimburse me for the cat food. Transfer me 358 yuan, and I’ll leave.”
The door closed, leaving the air filled with floating dust. Yu Yanqing’s heart landed with a thud, and his life returned to its usual extreme quietness and monotony.
Halfway through her journey, Fu Jiaxi finally had time to check her phone at a red light at an intersection.
Yu Yanqing had sent her three messages ten minutes earlier:
• Transferred 688 yuan, please check.
• Want to try live trading?
• I won’t ignore your calls anymore.
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Entering December, the weather turned bitterly cold, with no more warm days to cling to. When Yue Jincheng left the group headquarters, Jiao Rui reminded him to take a coat. As soon as he got out of the car, the cold wind hit him fiercely.
The villa had underfloor heating and a full-house heating system, creating a world completely different from the harsh cold outside. Yue Jincheng had drunk too much the previous night, and the sudden change between hot and cold made his breathing uncomfortable.
Yue Puhui’s health had improved, and he no longer needed a cane. Supported by Yue Yunzong and Yue Shaoheng on either side, he managed to walk down the stairs shakily.
Yue Jincheng quickly stepped forward to assist.
Three sons, all showing filial piety.
Without hesitation, Yue Puhui extended one hand toward him.
Yue Jincheng bowed slightly, his posture humble. “I’ve coordinated with Director Yan. Next week, the CSRC will visit the group. Father, rest assured—I’ll handle everything.”
“I brought you some Taiping Houkui tea. You can taste it tomorrow.”
Yue Puhui was very satisfied and offered a few pointers, though they were mostly trivial matters.
In the years since Yue Jincheng took over Bofeng, the company had quietly begun transforming. New technologies, chips, digital fields—all had collaborations with national laboratories.
Yue Puhui, old and frail, could no longer keep up with the rapid pace of the times.
He must have deeply understood that he was powerless, watching rights, wealth, and reputation slip away. The only thing he could hold onto tightly was the title of “Father.”
“With you handling everything inside and out, I feel reassured.” Yue Puhui unconsciously held Yue Jincheng’s hand tighter.
Standing halfway down the stairs, Yue Yunzong’s expression turned awkward and bitter.
As soon as Yue Jincheng appeared, their father unhesitatingly let go of his hand.
Letting go of one son was one thing—but why was it him specifically?
Yue Yunzong glanced at Yue Shaoheng. Even this youngest son, who never seemed to take life seriously, had been pushed ahead of him.
Soon after, Yue Puhui called all three sons together. He emphasized the importance of unity among brothers for the prosperity of the family business, especially urging Yue Yunzong to fully support the group from within. He also earnestly advised Yue Shaoheng, saying that while running a club for fun was fine, he should eventually return to the family fold.
Yue Shaoheng, with his healthy, sun-kissed complexion from years of outdoor activities, smiled brightly and freely. “Dad, Bofeng is already steady with Big Brother and Second Brother handling things.”
Yue Puhui affectionately regarded his youngest son. “You, you’re just like your mother.”
Yue Yunzong’s expression turned awkward as he forced a smile.
Yue Jincheng maintained a detached demeanor, casually stepping back slightly to distance himself.
“Bang!”
Wan Yu, who had been applying moisturizer, was startled by the sudden sound of the door slamming shut. “Oh, you’re back?”
Yue Yunzong gruffly removed his coat, struggling with the buttons before yanking them off in frustration. “What kind of cheap clothes did you buy me!”
Wan Yu quickly tidied up her skincare products, searching frantically for the missing bottle cap as she hurriedly got off the bed.
“Alright, alright, I won’t buy this brand again. Don’t be angry, dear.” Wan Yu reached for his hand. “Is something wrong at work?”
Yue Yunzong shot back bitterly, “What, do you secretly hope I’m unhappy every day?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Wan Yu softened her tone, lowering herself further and coquettishly leaning into him. “I just feel you’ve been working so hard—it breaks my heart.”
Yue Yunzong sneered coldly, “Your heart breaks? Then go wake up your lazy, good-for-nothing brother. Tell him to stop scamming people under my name. And what’s this nonsense about projects? Look at his pathetic appearance—does he think everyone else is stupid?”
Wan Yu struggled to maintain her smile despite the harsh words, pouting playfully. “Alright, alright, I promise it won’t happen again.”
“And if he can’t pay off his credit card debts, tell him to stay away from online loans. If he wants to ruin himself, don’t use my number as collateral!” Yue Yunzong turned his head to avoid her advances, his eyes filled with disdain. “I’ve been more than tolerant of your family. Tell those poor relatives of yours to stop trying to leech off me.”
The words stung deeply, but Wan Yu swallowed her pride. “Can you please talk nicely?”
“What, are you going to defend them now?” Yue Yunzong vented all his frustration onto his wife. “You need to understand—your entire lifestyle, your limited-edition bags, cosmetics, jewelry, your reputation in this circle—all of it is because of me! Without me, would you even be sitting here putting on makeup? Other men’s wives stand on their own feet and are great helpers in their careers. Look at yourself.”
Wan Yu’s face turned pale. “Are you talking about Fu Jiaxi?”
Yue Yunzong’s pent-up dissatisfaction exploded. With force, he shoved Wan Yu away. “Get out!”
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As the year drew to a close, the final month flew by in the blink of an eye.
Based on fundamental and technical analysis, Liu Yun and Fu Jiaxi submitted another hedging proposal. Jin Ming no longer made things difficult for her. When Fu Jiaxi went to him for approval, he asked perfunctorily, “Director Jin, do you have any comments?”
He signed his name with an ambiguous smile. “How could I have any objections? You and Lao Liu are so professional—I’m just enjoying the fruits of your labor. Besides, if you have any issues, you can always give feedback directly to the president. It’s convenient anytime, anywhere—whether it’s in the office, in the car, or at home.”
Fu Jiaxi ignored his sarcasm; getting the signature was all that mattered.
During the 15-minute break in the morning commodity market, Fu Jiaxi got up to stretch and brewed a cup of black coffee.
“Jiaxi, where are you planning to go for the three-day New Year’s holiday?” Yu Xiaomi handed her a bag of snacks.
“I might visit my hometown. What about you?”
“Camping! Let me tell you—it’s a newly developed spot, not many people know about it yet. You can see fireworks and stargaze!” Yu Xiaomi enthusiastically recommended.
“Sure, send me the address on WeChat.”
In the afternoon, the index prices rose slightly, but overall market fluctuations were minimal. Fu Jiaxi built positions based on the daily average price, and by the close of trading, her entry price was ideal.
Turning off her software, Fu Jiaxi let out a long sigh of relief.
She logged into her personal account on her phone and saw her glowing red profits, instantly curing her fatigue from the week.
“How’s that? Am I a qualified student?” She happily took a screenshot and sent it to Yu Yanqing.
Yu Yanqing replied: “Your point judgment isn’t accurate. That day’s volatility was significant, with intraday spreads reaching 5.4%. Your entry range was around 2.5%, which shows mediocre short-term trading skills. You lack independent thinking when it comes to controlling the market trend. Your profit is due to correct trend judgment, but from a short-term trading perspective, I’d give you 59 points.”
Fu Jiaxi texted back: “Do your fingers hurt?”
Yu Yanqing: “???”
“You don’t need to type so much next time to thank me.”
To her surprise, he called her directly.
Fu Jiaxi was taken aback. “What’s wrong? Not satisfied with typing insults—you want to verbally humiliate me too?”
Yu Yanqing chuckled. “You can ignore all my nonsense. The ultimate goal of trading is to make money.”
“Thank you, Teacher Yu, for this slap-and-candy teaching method. This student finds it very useful.” Fu Jiaxi laughed. “Happy New Year in advance.”
“Mm.”
Just before the call ended, Yu Yanqing suddenly asked, “Where will you spend New Year’s?”
Fu Jiaxi replied, “Xin Cha.”
Yue Jiayi’s holiday schedule had already been planned. On the first day of the mini-vacation, he would accompany Zhou Xiaojun to a Buddhist temple on Lingya Mountain for prayers and meditation. For the next two days, Yue Mingxin would take him skiing in Jingshan.
Balancing activity and tranquility, Yue Jiayi grew up surrounded by love and care from his closest family members, like a thriving young pine tree.
Fu Jiaxi consoled herself with this thought, filling the void of guilt in her heart.
On the last working day of the year, Jiao Rui called her at noon. “Sister Jiaxi, our flight arrives tonight. I brought you a gift. Around 8 PM, would it be convenient for me to deliver it to your place?”
Yue Jincheng had been in Europe for a week. The production line upgrades at the factory there kept him busy.
“I’m sorry, I might not be home,” Fu Jiaxi said she was heading to Xin Cha.
“No problem, I’ll bring it another time.”
“How’s everything going over there?”
“Work is proceeding smoothly,” Jiao Rui lowered his voice. “But President Yue hasn’t been doing well. He attended too many banquets recently and didn’t fully recover from a cold before leaving the country. Now it’s worsened—he’s working while receiving IV drips every day.”
Fu Jiaxi paused, her voice wavering slightly. “Then... then thank you for taking good care of him.”
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Over the past two years, Xin Cha’s cultural tourism projects had thrived—pure ecology, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with convenient transportation. Camping, barbecues, hiking, fishing, and boating had made its reputation shine.
During the three-day New Year’s holiday, tourists flooded in, slowing traffic as they entered the town.
It was lively and bustling, but Fu Jiaxi felt increasingly alienated. After her college entrance exam, she rarely returned to Xin Cha, and even less so after marriage.
Neighbors often gossiped, praising Uncle Yuan Dingguo for raising his niece as if she were his own child. They said Fu Jiaxi should be grateful and filial.
That’s how human relationships worked—always performed for outsiders to see.
Fu Jiaxi never defended herself or agreed with such comments.
During university, she worked part-time during winter and summer breaks. For shorter holidays, she would claim not to get tickets and instead transfer 200 yuan to Xu Fang as a token of appreciation.
After graduation, her busy work schedule provided an even more legitimate excuse.
Later, after marrying Yue Jincheng, everything became less strained. She could return home two or three times a year. With Yue Jincheng by her side, Fu Jiaxi felt like she finally had a real home of her own. The tangled web of emotions and interests with her uncle and aunt could now be laughed off easily.
“Xixi, eat some fruit. These persimmons are so sweet.”
“Thank you, Aunt Xu.”
“You see how considerate this child is? She brings so many things every time she visits.” Xu Fang counted the gift boxes on the floor. “A daughter is truly贴心 (thoughtful), a little cotton-padded jacket—unlike sons, who are born debt collectors.”
Yuan You, lounging awkwardly in the dining chair with his legs crossed, playing on his phone, quipped, “She’s not your biological child, nor is she your little cotton-padded jacket.”
“You little brat! Who told you to speak nonsense!” Yuan Dingguo glared angrily. “You don’t even greet your sister when she arrives!”
“Hello, Sister,” Yuan You muttered dismissively, eyes glued to his phone screen.
Enraged, Yuan Dingguo coughed heavily and got up to hit him.
“It’s alright, Uncle.” Fu Jiaxi stopped him. “Your health isn’t good; don’t get angry.”
Xu Fang had prepared a table full of dishes, asking solicitously, “Why didn’t you bring Jiayi?”
“His grandmother and aunt took him out to play.”
“Tsk, Mom, can’t you tell?” Yuan You said while picking at his food. “That kid was born with a golden spoon—he wouldn’t come to this small place.”
“Nonsense!” Xu Fang sharply flicked his head. “Your sister comes back every year and is very filial.”
“That’s because she’s divorced.”
“You little bastard!” Yuan Dingguo swung his fist and hit him on the back. “Don’t expect any pocket money from me anymore!”
Fu Jiaxi remained quiet, taking small bites of rice.
Everything here—the warmth or the arguments—left her heart calm as still water.
Xu Fang made up a bed for her and gave Yuan You’s room to her.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t refuse. Since it was a family visit, she had to play along for a couple of days.
After driving for several hours early in the morning, she was exhausted.
Lying on the bed, she dozed off briefly but was startled awake by continuous vibrations from her phone.
Seeing the caller ID, all traces of sleep vanished.
“Hello? Yu Yanqing?” Fu Jiaxi frowned, incredulous. “What did you say? Where are you??”
Yu Yanqing had navigated to Xin Cha but didn’t know the exact location after exiting the highway, so he called.
It would take about ten minutes from the highway exit.
While waiting, Fu Jiaxi was still a bit dazed.
Why was Yu Yanqing here?
On a business trip? Work-related?
But Xin Cha wasn’t exactly a place suited to his line of work.
“Sis, why are you pacing around like that? You’re making me dizzy.” Yuan You, squatting by the door playing games, grumbled.
Fu Jiaxi ignored him.
Suddenly, Yuan You exclaimed, “Hey, that car looks familiar—isn’t that my brother-in-law’s car?”
The black Maybach approached closer, and Yuan You exclaimed in surprise, “Hey! It really is!”
Turning around, Fu Jiaxi saw the car had already stopped. Yue Jincheng stepped out of the driver’s seat wearing a dark gray wool coat. He had just recovered from a severe cold in Europe and had lost some weight, making his features sharper.
Almost simultaneously, a Mercedes-Benz pulled up behind them.
Fu Jiaxi recognized it as Yu Yanqing’s car.
He parked neatly beside Yue Jincheng’s car.
Getting out, Yu Yanqing’s light-colored short jacket looked stunning on him—narrow waist, long legs, and an air of gentle elegance. Standing next to Yue Jincheng, he didn’t look inferior at all.
Both men walked toward Fu Jiaxi, pretending not to notice each other’s presence.
Fu Jiaxi felt a headache coming on, overwhelmed by pressure.
Who should she… greet first…
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