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◎In the quiet of the night, a storm sweeps through the city.◎
Fu Jiaxi was woken up by a phone call.
She had stayed up until two in the morning studying materials. Yu Yanqing was a man of action, sending her numerous electronic documents.
The original English texts were difficult to understand, and Fu Jiaxi struggled through them, her mind constantly engaged, leaving no room for nostalgia.
When Yue Jincheng called, Fu Jiaxi instinctively tensed. “Is something wrong with Jiayi?”
“Am I disturbing your sleep?” Yue Jincheng picked up on the strain in her voice. “Your son is fine.”
Fu Jiaxi relaxed but then felt irritated as she woke up. “Then what’s the matter with you?”
Yue Jincheng chuckled. “If I say I’m downstairs, are you planning not to let me in?”
“I won’t open the door,” Fu Jiaxi replied.
“I’m not downstairs. Open the door.”
“…”
His logic was baffling.
Fu Jiaxi casually wrapped herself in a shawl and went to open the door, only to be greeted by a sea of roses. She took a step back, thinking it was a delivery mix-up.
Yue Jincheng handed her the bouquet; it was heavy and weighed down her wrists.
Fu Jiaxi frowned. “Early in the morning, where did you get so many flowers?”
“I bought a rose garden a year ago,” Yue Jincheng said.
Fu Jiaxi glanced at him. “Too many people to give flowers to, so you decided to grow them yourself?”
Yue Jincheng smiled. “You’re worth ten thousand others.”
The delicate fragrance of the roses filled her nose, gently driving away her drowsiness. A naturally grown gift, full of vitality, easily touched the heart.
Fu Jiaxi lowered her head and smelled the petals.
“It’s roses…”
She suddenly remembered Yu Yanqing’s lesson from last night, and Yue Jincheng had come early in the morning to put it into practice—it was quite amusing.
“What are you laughing about?” Yue Jincheng entered as if he belonged there. After their kiss in Xin Cha, he had clearly assumed a new role.
“I heard a phrase yesterday that said roses are the cheapest form of elaborate lies.”
“That’s when someone else sends them. What I’m giving isn’t just roses—it’s a specially purchased rose garden, carefully nurtured, fertilized, and nourished, and now I’m giving you its best blooms.” Yue Jincheng said, “What I’m giving isn’t flowers.”
Fu Jiaxi nodded. “It’s extravagance.”
Yue Jincheng: “...”
Regardless, her love for roses was genuine. Before setting them down, she couldn’t help but sniff them several times.
“Aren’t you going to play beach motorbikes with your son today?”
The large bouquet knocked her shawl off her shoulder, revealing her fair neck and collarbone momentarily.
Yue Jincheng’s gaze followed openly, unlike before when he would have restrained himself.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t notice and went to wash up. It wasn’t until Yue Jincheng approached from behind and gently embraced her waist that she became aware.
“President Yue, have you become overly bold recently?”
“As long as I’m not overweight.” Yue Jincheng looked at their reflection in the mirror together. She was soft like a vine, nestled in his arms, neither fully dependent nor completely detached, calm and composed.
Even though he held her, it felt like he hadn’t fully possessed her.
Yue Jincheng unconsciously tightened his arms.
The pressure hurt her, and Fu Jiaxi finally reacted, “President Yue using his power to bully employees?”
“What kind of bullying is this? I’m your son’s father.” Yue Jincheng still released her and watched her walk barefoot on the floor. “Put on your shoes.”
Fu Jiaxi tilted her chin toward the entrance.
Yue Jincheng walked over, picked up slippers from the shoe rack, and placed them by her feet.
“Have you ever seen such humble ‘bullying’ tactics? Where can I go to complain?”
After rinsing out the toothpaste foam, Fu Jiaxi grinned at him.
Her teeth were as white as pearls, and from this angle, her eyes sparkled brightly.
Yue Jincheng asked, “Do you have any plans today?”
“You want to treat me to dinner? No, I have a lot of material to read.”
“What’s Liu Yun doing, assigning work during the holiday?”
“Not him.” Fu Jiaxi swallowed her words and changed the subject. “I wanted to read these myself. By the way, there are a few parts in English I don’t understand. Can you take a look?”
Yue Jincheng chuckled softly. “I come early in the morning to bring you flowers, fetch your slippers, and now I have to help you read materials?”
“If you don’t want to, forget it.” Fu Jiaxi didn’t care.
Yue Jincheng smiled to himself. “I do.”
What she was reading were some classic cases from financial literature. It was no wonder she didn’t understand—they involved cost model construction from multiple dimensions, almost like complex math problems.
Fu Jiaxi listened attentively and took notes.
Yue Jincheng gestured for her to come closer. “There’s an error in this table. Did you notice?”
Fu Jiaxi leaned in, biting her pen, and read intently.
Yue Jincheng’s hand landed on her shoulder.
Fu Jiaxi said, “How many times have you violated ethics today? Should I count them for you?”
Yue Jincheng said, “This time… teacher-student romance?”
Fu Jiaxi was speechless. “Only someone with skin thicker than a city wall could say that.”
Yue Jincheng squeezed her shoulder.
Fu Jiaxi bared her teeth. “What are you doing?”
“Punishment for not paying attention in class.”
“I’m asking for your help now, so I can tolerate anything you do. But later,
try it—you’ll beg me, and I won’t even acknowledge you.” Her sharp tongue carried a hint of confidence she herself hadn’t noticed.
Yue Jincheng said, “I apologize. I’m afraid of you.”
Fu Jiaxi raised an eyebrow. “No backbone.”
“…”
That was her—vivid and lively, adaptable and flexible. When they first met, Yue Jincheng never won in their verbal sparring.
During their relationship, they lived in a small apartment in the old district—it was their first home.
The space was cramped, filled with stacks of reports and data. There was no fancy decoration or high-end appliances. Often, they used an induction cooker and a small pot to boil instant noodles and blanch some greens—a quick meal.
Back then, Yue Jincheng’s days were filled with calculations and challenges—loans, funds, interest rates, blocked channels, obstacles at every turn. The one constant was the presence of Fu Jiaxi, who nestled against him like a cat.
Later, they moved into a big house, a grand villa. Yue Jincheng became increasingly busy, attending various glamorous social events and gracing the covers of numerous magazines. Aside from the person in his arms when he opened and closed his eyes each day—still the same as before—everything else seemed to have changed.
One night, Yue Jincheng returned late from a social engagement.
The house was pitch dark, but Fu Jiaxi wasn’t asleep. She sat on the carpet, hugging her knees and quietly shedding tears.
Yue Jincheng was terrified. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her face repeatedly. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Don’t be afraid—I’m here.”
Fu Jiaxi choked back sobs. “I’ve almost forgotten what instant noodles taste like.”
Why do people reminisce about the past? It’s because they feel a sense of loss about the present.
This was the first time their relationship truly had a rift.
Fortunately, it was short-lived, because just a few days later, Fu Jiaxi discovered she was pregnant.
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Yue Jincheng went to the kitchen to get a drink while Fu Jiaxi took a phone call.
She didn’t know who was calling, but her expression was troubled, as if she were complaining.
“You’re being too harsh—you threw this level of difficulty at me right away. I’m not some prodigy. I stayed up studying until the early morning and still needed to consult an expert. How do you see the market trends after the holiday with tomorrow’s commodity market opening?”
Yue Jincheng paused, realizing who was on the other end.
Yu Yanqing ignored her complaints and asked, “What are your plans for today?”
The last person who asked her that question had already been recruited as an impromptu dictionary.
She didn’t answer directly. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding my cat.”
“Are you out of coffee at home? Do you want to go out and buy some together?” Yue Jincheng’s voice came softly and clearly from behind her, loud enough for the person on the other end to hear.
Yu Yanqing indeed heard it and fell silent instantly.
Fu Jiaxi thought there might be a bad signal. “Hello?”
The next second, he had already hung up.
At eight o’clock in the evening, Yue Jiayi was delivered home by the driver on time.
The little guy was exhausted from playing and fell asleep instantly on the bed.
Fu Jiaxi kissed his cheek, reviewed the latest news updates, and found them stable and normal. The market shouldn’t experience significant price fluctuations after opening the next day.
But early the next morning, Liu Yun sent her a message:
“Breaking news from the NDRC at midnight—import tax policies have changed.”
Fu Jiaxi’s mind exploded, and she quickly opened her trading software.
The offshore markets had already opened, and all commodities were showing red, skyrocketing in price.
This meant that the short positions they had taken on rebar futures before the New Year would incur substantial floating losses in the company’s futures account once the domestic market opened.
Liu Yun: “It’s an unexpected situation, but there’s no need to panic. Trends fluctuate—it’s normal. However, when we get to the office, both Director Jin and President Yue Yunzong will definitely want to talk to us.”
It wasn’t just about talking.
Yue Yunzong would likely seize this opportunity to make a big deal out of it.
As expected, upon arriving at the office, Jin Ming called Liu Yun and Fu Jiaxi into his office, his face grim.
“The consequences of blind confidence—you’re experiencing them now. President Yue repeatedly advised caution before the holiday, urging you not to speak so absolutely.” Jin Ming sneered coldly. “Now look—over eight million yuan in losses, the result of your stubbornness.”
Liu Yun: “Risk events are hard to predict, but the overall trend is downward. This recent spike doesn’t mean a reversal of the trend.”
“Don’t try to justify yourselves. You call it prediction; frankly, it’s no different from fortune-telling at a street stall.” Jin Ming was unyielding. “All I know is that because of your judgment, the company lost a seven-figure sum in one day.”
The facts were undeniable. Liu Yun, already not skilled at debating, appeared even weaker trying to explain. “Market conditions change constantly. Our futures account shows a floating loss, but our physical goods side is profitable. The purpose of corporate hedging is to avoid price risks, and theoretically, profits and losses balance out.”
“What theory are you talking about? All I know is that if we hadn’t done this, the account wouldn’t have suffered losses, and the physical goods side would still be profitable!”
Jin Ming pressed aggressively. Liu Yun looked helpless, as if speaking to a brick wall.
Suddenly, Fu Jiaxi asked, “Director Jin, if today’s account showed a seven-figure profit, would you publicly commend us as enthusiastically as you’re criticizing us now?”
Jin Ming forced a smile. “Let’s talk about that when you actually achieve a seven-figure profit.”
The trading platform was open, and the intraday chart resembled stairs descending further as prices continued to fall.
Jin Ming grew more confident, tapping the screen forcefully with his finger. “Let’s see how you’ll explain this to the company.”
Within ten minutes, Yue Yunzong arrived at the department meeting, demanding that Liu Yun prepare a report detailing their decision-making errors in front of everyone.
By the close of the morning session, rebar prices were still falling.
In the afternoon, Yue Yunzong summoned them again to his office and bluntly said, “With such massive losses, let’s cut our losses and close the position.”
Liu Yun disagreed—how could they jump to conclusions before the day’s trading was complete?
For the first time, he stood firm, adamantly opposing the decision.
Yue Yunzong’s face darkened. “This is my order.”
Liu Yun faltered, unable to counter immediately.
Beside him, Fu Jiaxi suddenly interjected, “According to the agreement we signed with the futures exchange, the sole person authorized to issue instructions for Bofeng Group is Yue Jincheng.”
Yue Yunzong sneered. “Fine.”
Half an hour later, Yu Xiaomi quietly informed Fu Jiaxi, “An emergency high-level meeting has been called to discuss urgent matters.”
Yue Yunzong certainly wasn’t wasting any opportunity to seize leverage. Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but ponder deeply—what would Yue Jincheng decide?
Just before the end of the workday, Jiao Rui sent her a message:
“Jiaxi, the meeting hasn’t ended yet. President Yue asked me to tell you not to worry, not to retreat. He believes in you—he’s got your back.”
Fu Jiaxi’s heart raced, her body temperature rising with her pounding heartbeat.
Her hands trembled slightly as she typed a single word: “Okay.”
That evening, Fu Jiaxi sat on the couch, her thoughts drifting aimlessly.
“Mommy, are you unhappy with your work?” Jiayi asked tenderly. “You go ahead and work—I’ll finish reading my picture book and then go to sleep by myself.”
Fu Jiaxi felt comforted, squeezing her son’s little hand. “With my little master keeping me company, Mommy is happy every moment.”
Jiayi raised his hand proudly. “When I grow up, I’ll give all my money to you! Daddy’s money too—then Mommy, you’ll have endless money to spend.”
Fu Jiaxi raised an eyebrow. “Alright, Mommy will gladly take the big pie you’re promising.”
Jiayi was perceptive and understood discretion. Without disturbing her further, he obediently went to bed after finishing his bath and reading his picture book.
Fu Jiaxi sat alone, her thoughts wandering as she held her phone, waiting for the evening session of the commodity market to open.
“Ding dong,” a WeChat message popped up.
Yu Yanqing: “How much is the account floating loss?”
“800.”
“What does your company think?”
“The higher-ups are very unhappy.” Especially Yue Yunzong.
“Got scolded?”
“Yeah. They tore me apart—my soul feels like it’s been shredded.”
After a minute.
Yu Yanqing: “Don’t be afraid. After tonight, whatever he said to you, you can throw it right back at him tomorrow.”
Fu Jiaxi felt warmth in her heart.
This man wasn’t cold—he was just slow to warm up. Over time, she realized he was actually quite reliable.
Perhaps he didn’t get an immediate reply.
Yu Yanqing: “Don’t believe me?”
A minute later, the night trading session began.
Yu Yanqing: “Watch the price.”
Fu Jiaxi watched as, within five minutes of trading, a green candlestick plummeted like a waterfall, swallowing up all the day’s gains. Meanwhile, Bofeng Group’s account saw its seven-figure floating loss shrink dramatically.
Her heart raced, and she immediately called Yu Yanqing.
He answered almost instantly. “Want to close the position?”
“Yes,” Fu Jiaxi said. “We’re only down by over a million now—it’s within our acceptable range.”
“Has your company already sold the corresponding finished goods overseas?”
“The contract pricing is set.”
“Do you want to hear the sound of those who scolded you getting slapped in the face?” Yu Yanqing said calmly. “If so, hold your ground.”
“Alright.”
“That decisive?” Yu Yanqing sounded surprised.
“Of course. You’re Yu Yanqing after all.” Fu Jiaxi replied matter-of-factly.
The macro-level policy benefits were extremely short-lived unless continuous stimulus policies followed up; otherwise, they wouldn’t change the overall trend.
By 11 p.m., the floating profit and loss on the account had turned strongly positive.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t describe how she felt that day.
It was like the ups and downs of life—deep in the mire, battered by storms. On a road chilled by frost stretching thousands of miles, who would have thought a single turn could bring spring to everything. She now understood the hollow yet exhilarating feeling of surviving against all odds and turning the tables in the face of adversity.
Fu Jiaxi thought of Yue Jincheng.
She hadn’t attended the afternoon’s senior management meeting, but she could imagine the tension and multiple pressures involved. Yue Jincheng, fearing she’d be scared, had Jiao Rui send her a reassuring message—only words of comfort, not a single harsh phrase.
The doorbell rang, “Ding dong.”
Fu Jiaxi had a strong intuition.
Without even putting on shoes, she rushed to the door.
When she opened it, she met Yue Jincheng’s gaze.
They stood silently for over ten seconds.
Yue Jincheng suddenly smiled. “Why are you crying again?”
Fu Jiaxi stubbornly wiped away the moisture in her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m not.”
Yue Jincheng had spent the entire day in meetings, and no matter how strong his body, fatigue was evident.
Fu Jiaxi asked, “Did you face a lot of pressure?”
“Protecting you is what I should do.”
“Yue Yunzong won’t miss such a perfect opportunity.”
“Opportunities are fleeting—if he can’t seize them, I can bear it. If he misses, he loses.” Yue Jincheng’s tone was calm as he raised his hand, gently touching her tear-streaked cheek with the pad of his index finger. “Did you feel wronged today?”
Fu Jiaxi smiled. “My recovery ability is strong—I haven’t lost a single piece of myself.”
“Is that so?” Yue Jincheng whispered. “You’re always the best at pretending to be strong.”
Fu Jiaxi tilted her face upward. “Yeah, so what are you going to do about it?”
The warm light from the hallway seemed to soften, and in the quiet night, their heartbeats synchronized.
Yue Jincheng stepped closer. “You guess why I came so late tonight?”
“I don’t know,” Fu Jiaxi teased softly. “President Yue, care to enlighten me?”
Yue Jincheng pressed her against the wall—cool against her back, fiery heat in front.
He embraced her, kissing her earlobe gently.
Afraid of being ticklish, Fu Jiaxi instinctively tilted her neck and kindly reminded him, “Our son is asleep. Do you want to wake him?”
“I won’t make a sound.” Yue Jincheng moved even closer, using his knee to nudge her leg apart, forcefully occupying the space between.
His deep affection grew intense, slowly consuming her emotional defenses.
Yue Jincheng lowered his head, pressing his nose against hers, his voice hoarse. “You’ll have to endure. Don’t make a sound later.”
Like the first time.
He gave her another kind of pleasurable experience.
Willing to bend down, alternating between urgency and gentleness, in the quiet of the night, he summoned a storm of passion.
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