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◎The hard part isn’t the mouth; the mouth is for drinking water.◎
When she woke up, her waist was encircled by two strong arms. Fu Jiaxi felt uneasy and unaccustomed to it, a sense of nostalgia washing over her as if time had reversed, making her forget what day it was.
“Why are you awake already?” Yue Jincheng mumbled sleepily. “I’ll have Jiao Rui arrange for your leave today.”
Fu Jiaxi endured the discomfort in her abdomen. “No need. Hey, you should get up.”
“Hmm?” Yue Jincheng glanced at his phone. “It’s only six o’clock.”
“Our son wakes up at six-thirty every day. Don’t let him see you.”
Yue Jincheng wanted to laugh. “I’m his father, not some random man from outside. Why do I need to hide?”
“How are you not a random man?” Fu Jiaxi retorted.
“Are you already turning your back on what happened last night?”
Fortunately, the early morning light masked her blush. Fu Jiaxi said, “You didn’t really... do anything last night.”
Her words carried a double meaning, and Yue Jincheng chuckled—it was true that they hadn’t gone all the way.
Their relationship was still in the process of gradual repair, requiring patience and care.
Yue Jincheng obediently got up, treading lightly past the children’s room like a thief sneaking around, careful not to make any noise, even when closing the door.
The biting winter wind cut through him, nearly making him drop his phone.
As soon as his car started, Fu Jiaxi sent him a message: “Leave through the back (west) gate. The security guards at the main entrance are gossipy. If they see you leaving this early, they’ll spread rumors.”
Yue Jincheng couldn’t help but smile.
Last night, she had come to him willingly, yet now he had to sneak out like someone involved in an illicit affair. He was, after all, Jia Yi’s father—why did he have to act so covertly?
When the school bus arrived at the neighborhood to pick up the kids, Jia Yi suddenly asked, “Mommy, did Daddy come last night?”
Fu Jiaxi froze. “Why are you asking? Didn’t you go to bed early last night?”
She wondered if her son had woken up in the middle of the night and noticed something unusual.
She could only reflect on what had happened the previous evening.
She had been pinned against the wall inside the bathroom by Yue Jincheng, her legs draped over his left forearm like soft willow branches. When she couldn’t bear it anymore, she clenched his short hair tightly in suppressed frustration.
She looked down; he tilted his head up.
Their blurry and intense gazes intertwined—equally entranced.
The only thing keeping her grounded was the thought of the little one sleeping at home.
This became Yue Jincheng’s playful leverage. Every time she teetered on the edge of losing control, he would hoarsely remind her, “Shh… our son is asleep.”
“I slept soundly until morning,” Yue Jia Yi said innocently, his voice like the warm winter sun. “I just dreamed about Daddy.”
Fu Jiaxi breathed a sigh of relief. “What did you dream about Daddy doing?”
“Drinking water.”
“...”
Little Jia Yi tilted his head, puzzled. “Mommy, are you wearing too many layers? Your face looks a bit red.”
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At Bofeng, Liu Yun was visibly thrilled. “In one night, floating losses turned into profits—the market is truly terrifying.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled and said, “Liu Group Leader, let’s go report to Jin Bu later. While we’re at it, ask him if he can fulfill yesterday’s promise.”
-If the account shows a profit of 8 million yuan, will you publicly commend us?
-Hmph, talk to me again once you’ve actually made the money.
By now, the company’s account had already reached a seven-figure profit.
Jin Ming’s face was metaphorically slapped, sitting stiffly behind his desk with an awkward expression.
Liu Yun spoke firmly, “Since Jin Bu refuses to take responsibility for any decisions, I have no choice but to seek approval from higher-ups.”
“I’m not refusing to take responsibility,” Jin Ming hedged. “Now that we’re making money, we should let the bullet fly a little longer and aim for even greater profits.”
Liu Yun sneered. “Do you think the market operates according to your wishes? Or do you fundamentally hold bias against those working on this project? Do you think all the analysis and research conducted by Jiaxi, Yu Yanqing, and myself are just useless showmanship? That only proves how narrow-minded you are.”
After leaving the office, Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but applaud Liu Yun’s assertiveness. “Group Leader Liu, you should always be like this.”
“To forge iron, one must be strong oneself,” Jin Ming sighed softly. “I’m not arrogant or condescending—I genuinely believe in Bofeng. To put it bluntly, I admire and respect Yue Jincheng. He has sharpness, ambition, and the ability to bide his time while maintaining composure. Moreover, Bofeng is the platform I rely on for survival. Naturally, I hope it prospers, grows further, lasts longer, and takes each step steadily.”
At 9 a.m., the domestic commodity market opened.
After technical analysis identified a relatively favorable price point, Fu Jiaxi proceeded to close her positions.
When she pressed 【Confirm】, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing—only unwavering confidence and a calm heartbeat.
After the market closed at 3 p.m., settlement data was transmitted to the group’s finance department. Evaluated using spot-futures combined methods, this was undoubtedly another successful hedging case.
Fu Jiaxi sent a summary report to Yu Yanqing and sincerely extended an invitation. “Are you free tonight? Let me treat you to dinner.”
The seafood restaurant was expensive, and Yu Yanqing browsed the menu. “Are you sure about ordering extravagantly?”
“I’ll buy whatever you want,” Fu Jiaxi replied. “Thank you for everything this time.”
“What am I being thanked for?”
“When I was hesitating, you gave me peace of mind.” Fu Jiaxi smiled. “Are you always this calm when trading?”
“With real money rolling in the account, who can stay calm? We’re not intelligent machines,” Yu Yanqing said. “But you’ve done exceptionally well.”
“What’s the worst loss you’ve ever suffered?” Fu Jiaxi asked curiously.
“I don’t remember the exact number,” Yu Yanqing answered. “Probably half my net worth. After that, I set strict stop-loss rules for myself. You need to understand—trading goes against human nature.”
“If the market kept falling, would you still have advised me to hold my position last night?”
“Yes,” Yu Yanqing replied. “Stop-loss has conditions. As long as you believe those conditions haven’t been met, trust your judgment.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled knowingly. “I’ve learned a lot from you.”
Yu Yanqing seemed pleased with the restaurant. The Basque-style roasted fish was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, perfectly cooked. Fu Jiaxi watched him eat, her lips curling into a smile.
“Why are you smiling?” Yu Yanqing asked.
“You give me a sense of accomplishment,” Fu Jiaxi said thoughtfully. “It’s like Orange Juice personified—you look just like it when eating fish.”
Yu Yanqing responded casually, “Then bring me here often and feed me.”
Fu Jiaxi nodded and promptly ordered him a soft, sweet soufflé.
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In recent days, Fu Jiaxi’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, especially while driving. She pressed her fingertips against them, feeling the subtle tremors.
It seemed like an ominous sign.
As soon as she arrived at work, Jin Ming called her into his office, where members of the group’s audit department were waiting.
“At yesterday’s meeting, the audit department raised questions about the qualifications of our research team members. Work with Liu Group Leader to cooperate with their investigation,” Jin Ming said. “Don’t feel pressured—it’s routine auditing.”
Fu Jiaxi sensed it wasn’t going to be that simple.
Internal factional struggles within Bofeng never ceased. Yue Yunzong had been surrounded by loyal followers in earlier years, including senior executives like Lin, who oversaw legal and auditing matters.
From a procedural standpoint, systems, plans, and benchmarks were all compliant. However, the audit department questioned Fu Jiaxi’s lack of relevant professional certification.
Liu Yun immediately explained, “I have the certification. There’s no requirement for all business group members to obtain it.”
Fu Jiaxi added, “My expertise aligns highly with this role. Moreover, I’m preparing for the exam—it’s scheduled for this Saturday.”
“From a compliance perspective, you haven’t fully adhered to regulations.”
When deliberately nitpicking, even reasonable explanations could be selectively ignored.
Jin Ming tried to smooth things over. “Let’s overlook this for now. She’s taking the certification exam this Saturday, isn’t she?”
“What if higher authorities conduct a strict review? This would count as borderline corrupt practice.”
Liu Yun frowned. “I’ll go explain to President Yue Yunzong.”
Fu Jiaxi stopped him. “He won’t speak up for us.”
Liu Yun grew increasingly frustrated. “They’re deliberately making things difficult for us.”
Fu Jiaxi, on the other hand, consoled him: “Don’t be angry.”
“If there’s a fine, I’ll cover your portion,” Liu Yun said confidently.
Fu Jiaxi smiled faintly. “Don’t worry too much. Perhaps this ‘punishment’ will turn out to be a kind of ‘reward’ for us in the future.”
Liu Yun assumed she was just being optimistic and let it go. “Just don’t be late for the exam on Saturday.”
“Aren’t you going to wish me good luck?”
“This exam won’t be difficult for you,” Liu Yun replied with certainty.
It was almost as if it were fate.
Perhaps it was precisely because no one said “good luck” that Fu Jiaxi encountered trouble.
On Friday morning, while escorting Jia Yi to the school bus downstairs, Fu Jiaxi slipped on the damp stairs leading from the elevator to the outdoors. The overnight dew had not yet dried, and she lost her footing, tumbling down several steps. Her limbs hit the ground hard.
For over ten seconds, Fu Jiaxi blacked out, and Yue Jia Yi screamed and cried loudly.
Teachers and drivers from the school bus rushed over, frantically sending her to the hospital.
The fall resulted in a hairline fracture of her left ankle. A stabilizing brace was applied, and for the first three days, she couldn’t walk normally.
Fu Jiaxi winced in pain, suffering immensely. The injury was humiliating—her chin had been scraped raw by the cement, and her lips were badly swollen. She looked so disheveled that she couldn’t face anyone.
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Bofeng Group, President’s Office
Today, there was a reception for government officials, so Yue Jincheng had lunch at the employee cafeteria. After finishing his work, he returned to his office for a nap. Jiao Rui came in to deliver some documents.
Yue Jincheng asked, “Is Liu Yun’s group on a business trip today?”
Jiao Rui replied, “I just ran into him in the elevator when I came up.”
“Was Jiaxi with them?”
“I didn’t see Jiaxi.”
During lunch, Yue Jincheng had deliberately looked for her in the cafeteria but didn’t spot her.
Jiao Rui understood. “Boss Yue, should I find an excuse to ask around?”
Yue Jincheng nodded silently.
“By the way, regarding the report from the audit department, do you want me to hold it back for now?” Jiao Rui found their proposed handling excessive. “Based on their tone, the suggested disciplinary actions are absurd.”
Yue Jincheng glanced at him.
Jiao Rui continued, “They’re suggesting transferring Jiaxi out of her current position and revoking her team’s performance bonuses.”
Yue Jincheng’s expression remained calm. He didn’t say anything after hearing this.
Jiao Rui was puzzled. This wasn’t like Boss Yue’s usual protective nature.
As the workday neared its end, Yue Jincheng called Fu Jiaxi.
“On an external assignment today?”
“Mm.”
Noticing something off in her voice, he asked, “Are you sleeping? Are you feeling unwell?”
“No, I’m about to pick up our son.”
“Alright. You have an exam tomorrow. Should I come over tonight?”
“You’re still coming over even though I have an exam?”
“I’ll come to take care of our son so you can study.” Yue Jincheng teased, “What did you think I was coming over for?”
At that moment, Fu Jiaxi was lying on the couch, her limbs covered in bruises. Every movement sent sharp pain through her body. She felt like a fish stranded on a beach, gasping for air.
“Ah,” she changed her mind and lied, “Why don’t you pick up Jia Yi? He can stay with you tonight. Bai Duo invited me to dinner.”
Yue Jincheng had intended to come over, but with her words, he could only agree.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t eat anyway—it was just an excuse. She didn’t want anyone to see her in such a battered state.
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The exam was scheduled for 9 a.m. the next day, and the testing center was in a faraway district. Fu Jiaxi had no choice but to take a taxi.
Leaning on a crutch, she limped toward the elevator to wait for a ride.
To her dismay, the dispatch system kept her waiting endlessly, with no cars accepting her request.
Just as she exited the elevator, she saw Yue Jincheng walking in through the main entrance.
“Why are you here?” Fu Jiaxi froze.
Yue Jincheng was slightly irritated. “Why do you think I’m here?”
“Our son told you, didn’t he?”
“Our son is loyal. He didn’t disappoint us.” Yue Jincheng frowned as he looked down. “You’re hurt this badly?”
“I literally fell flat on my face.” Her description was vivid, perfectly capturing the scene.
Yue Jincheng supported her. “Besides your leg, where else are you hurt?”
Grimacing, Fu Jiaxi rolled up her sleeves, revealing large patches of bruising on her arms and wrists.
“Look at my chin,” she tilted her face up, showing him the wound.
The skin was broken, and the injury was red and swollen.
Yue Jincheng was annoyed that she had hidden this from him. Without much gentleness, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Fu Jiaxi gasped in pain. “What are you doing?”
“Do you think I’m just decoration? Why didn’t you tell me when something happened? You’d rather bear it alone, limp to the exam venue. Even when I offer to be your free driver, you refuse.”
He was genuinely upset.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t sugarcoat it either. “Stop trying to brainwash me. If I can handle something on my own, I’ll do it myself.”
Her words were firm, but in the next breath, she smiled and wrapped her arm around his. “But right now, I need you to drive me to the exam venue.”
“…”
Yue Jincheng was internally wounded but knew there was nothing he could do with her.
The exam took place in a specialized smart-learning campus. Her testing room was on the seventh floor, and there was no elevator.
With her injured leg, crutch, and hundreds of stairs to climb, Fu Jiaxi grew anxious.
Without hesitation, Yue Jincheng squatted in front of her. “Get on.”
At first, Fu Jiaxi hesitated, feeling embarrassed.
Yue Jincheng spoke indifferently. “Are you planning to give up the exam?”
She immediately climbed onto his back.
Carrying her was effortless for Yue Jincheng. He adjusted her weight and freed one hand. “Give me the crutch and your bag.”
Fu Jiaxi complied.
And so, Yue Jincheng carried her step by step up the stairs.
Other examinees watched, making way and offering friendly smiles.
Some joked, “Wow, so inspiring! Despite everything, she’s still preparing for the exam!”
Fu Jiaxi awkwardly smiled and buried her face in his shoulder.
Yue Jincheng chuckled, his body trembling slightly with suppressed laughter.
Fu Jiaxi pinched his arm in retaliation, but his muscles were lean and taut, leaving her unable to find a sensitive spot.
By the fourth floor, the crowd had thinned out, and the surroundings grew quieter.
Fu Jiaxi asked, “Do you know about the audit department investigating compliance issues?”
“Yes.”
“I suspect the disciplinary decision won’t be light.”
“Mm.” Yue Jincheng didn’t want to elaborate.
“Don’t be so aloof. Give me a hint.”
“Confidentiality is the company’s rule, and I abide by it first.”
Fu Jiaxi tapped his ear with her finger. “A bit too rigid, aren’t you? Separating public and private matters like this?”
“When you fell so badly yesterday, didn’t you treat me the same way?”
He was holding a grudge.
Fu Jiaxi stifled a laugh. “If we’re separating public and private matters, why did you come early this morning to be my driver? Why are you carrying me up seven flights of stairs?”
“Mm. Separating public and private matters doesn’t stop me from breaking my principles.”
“You’re all talk.”
“The mouth is for drinking water. What’s hard isn’t the mouth…”
What was it?
What could it be?
Yue Jincheng deliberately paused and then fell silent.
His palm was warm, and he shifted it upward slightly, pressing it against her thigh.
He hadn’t said a word.
Yet, in the silence of his unfinished sentence, Fu Jiaxi blushed furiously.
“You’re terrible,” she pinched his arm, not firmly, more like a playful complaint.
“That night, you said the same thing, but your hand pressed against my head, refusing to let me get up.” Yue Jincheng sighed innocently. “I don’t know anymore which of your words are true and which are false.”
Fu Jiaxi buried her head in his neck, pretending to be an ostrich for three minutes. In a muffled voice, she said, “You’re such a pest… If I fail the exam, it’s all your fault.”
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