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Fu Jiaxi took a few days off due to her injury.
Her injured leg got some much-needed rest, and she was also able to lay low for a while.
Yu Xiaomi called her to inform her that Liu Yun had strongly opposed the proposed disciplinary action. If anyone tried to transfer Fu Jiaxi’s position because of this incident, he would immediately resign.
Jin Ming became fearful of him.
Liu Yun was a veteran employee with years of service, one of the earliest workers in Bofeng Group.
If he were to quit, public opinion would shift. Rumors would swirl, implicating both him and Yue Yunzong. How cruel must someone be to drive away a quiet, upright employee who had contributed so much to the company?
As a result, Fu Jiaxi wasn’t transferred but only had her performance bonus deducted and received a reprimand within the office.
Still, Liu Yun wasn’t satisfied.
That evening, Fu Jiaxi called him, and they spoke for over ten minutes.
“Liu Group Leader, there’s no need for you to argue with them. Let me share my thoughts.”
After listening, Liu Yun seemed to understand. “This… will this work?”
“Whether it works or not, we’ll find out by trying.”
Liu Yun’s heart began to race with excitement.
“By the way, Liu Group Leader, since I’m unable to move around easily, I’ll count on you to handle the coordination with Yu Yanqing this week.”
Resting at home for two days made Fu Jiaxi restless.
She tinkered with her oven, baking all sorts of small breads and pastries. Yue Jia Yi praised her endlessly.
He kept calling her “Fragrant Mommy, Super Mommy,” which cheered her up immensely.
Yue Jia Yi thought of his father and set aside three pieces on a small plate, muttering to himself, “These ugliest ones are for Daddy to eat.”
The next day, as Fu Jiaxi was reading at home, Yu Yanqing sent her a message on WeChat:
“Liu Group Leader said you got injured from a fall?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll come over now. Is it convenient for you?”
Fu Jiaxi sent him her address, and twenty minutes later, Yu Yanqing arrived.
“You’re hurt this badly?” Yu Yanqing was startled when he saw her.
“It’s not too bad; the bandaging is just a bit exaggerated.” Fu Jiaxi leaned on her crutches. “The day after I fell, I still went to take the exam. Seven floors—dedicated, right?”
Yu Yanqing frowned. “There are three or four exam sessions a year. There was no rush for this one.”
“You don’t understand. Some people in the company used this as an excuse, saying my trading without certification was non-compliant. I almost got transferred.” Fu Jiaxi explained, “I couldn’t afford to delay.”
“Why didn’t you just leave? What’s there to be afraid of?”
“My current salary and benefits are excellent, and I’m very satisfied.” Fu Jiaxi was pragmatic. “Besides, I quite like this job—it feels like I’m challenging and battling fate.”
Yu Yanqing remained silent, quietly observing the room. His gaze eventually landed on the photo on the low cabinet.
It was a family portrait of the three of them.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t shy away from it. “My son put it there.”
“Does he know you’re separated?”
“Yes.” Fu Jiaxi said, “He’s very strong—a little man. He’s my biggest motivation to work hard and live well.”
At this moment, something felt magical.
The woman before him possessed both the gentle glow of motherhood and a clear, resolute sense of self. In her expression, there was no trace of loss or resentment tied to her child—only unwavering courage.
Suddenly, Yu Yanqing felt a pang of jealousy toward Yue Jincheng.
“You…”
“Hmm?”
Yu Yanqing looked up and calmly asked, “Have you ever thought about changing jobs?”
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A week later, Fu Jiaxi returned to work after her sick leave.
Aside from not being able to walk too quickly, her daily life wasn’t affected.
She read every word of the internal notification on the OA system. Yu Xiaomi consoled her, “Jiaxi Sister, it’s okay. Roll up your sleeves and keep working hard.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled. Yes, she needed to work harder.
At 2 p.m., during the monthly operations meeting chaired by Yue Yunzong, participants were routinely asked if they had any other comments.
Fu Jiaxi raised her hand. “Yes.”
Yue Yunzong chuckled awkwardly. “Go ahead.”
“After reflecting on this compliance inspection for several days, I’ve recognized my shortcomings, limited abilities, and the need to improve my vision and expertise,” Fu Jiaxi spoke sincerely, her tone subdued.
Liu Yun chimed in at the right moment. “Yes, I also bear responsibility. I was too presumptuous. Our existing hedging model doesn’t match the group’s development.”
Yue Yunzong waited for their conclusion. “So what?”
Fu Jiaxi continued, “I suggest that the group establish a professional trading department to conduct hedging operations in a standardized, meticulous, and proactive manner.”
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Yue Family Villa
Distinguished guests visited Yue Puhui, and Wan Yu, dressed elegantly, played the role of the hostess. Someone unfamiliar whispered to their companion, “Who is she?”
“She’s the second young master of the Yue family, Mrs. Yue Yunzong.”
“I remember his wife looking different—I met her once in Switzerland.”
“That was his ex-wife. He’s remarried.”
“Again?”
Coincidentally, Yue Yunzong returned and saw Wan Yu gracefully entertaining guests in the living room. She ran to him coyly. “Welcome back, darling.”
Yue Yunzong scolded her coldly. “What are you putting on airs for?”
Wan Yu’s face turned pale as she forced a smile. “Friends of Father came to visit. I was just greeting them.”
“This is my older brother’s seat. Even if we were to entertain guests, it wouldn’t be your place.” Yue Yunzong snapped angrily. “You’re embarrassing me. Go back to your room.”
Wan Yu cried in her room.
There was a knock on the door. “Wan Yu, are you there? I brought you a gift.”
“Sister Ye Zhen.” Seeing the visitor, Wan Yu immediately felt wronged, tears streaming down her face.
“What’s wrong?” Guan Yezhen had arrived late and witnessed Yue Yunzong’s outburst.
Wan Yu sobbed uncontrollably.
“Brother Yunzong actually loves you deeply. Men have a lot of work pressure, and they hold their grievances inside with nowhere to vent. You’re the person he trusts most, and he shows you his true self without calculation or defenses,” Guan Yezhen consoled her gently. She then handed over an exquisite gift box. “I bought this while attending an exhibition in England. I thought it suited you perfectly.”
The limited-edition perfume was a costly gift, a clever way to win someone over.
Wan Yu had long desired to integrate into the circle of wealthy housewives, but everyone seemed to mock her behind her back. At this moment, she clung to Guan Yezhen like a lifeline, treating her as an older sister.
“Sister Ye Zhen, you’re so beautiful and kind, and you’ve known Brother Yue Jincheng since childhood. If only you were my sister-in-law.”
Guan Yezhen, allowing Wan Yu to link arms with her, smiled. “Yue Jincheng is indeed exceptional, and his devotion to Jiaxi speaks volumes. Let’s not dwell on this topic.”
“Why shouldn’t we talk about it?” Wan Yu said. “They’ve been divorced for over two years.”
“Even after divorce, feelings can remain. They have a child—Jia Yi, who is smart and adorable, a treasure of the Yue family.” Guan Yezhen spoke frankly and gracefully.
“Having a child creates a bond,” Wan Yu agreed. “Little Jia Yi is truly adorable—polite and cute.”
Guan Yezhen nodded. “Yes, it’s fortunate that Jiaxi decided to have him.”
Wan Yu frowned slightly. “What do you mean? Did she… hesitate at some point?”
Guan Yezhen looked surprised. “You don’t know? Well, it’s not my place to say. Ask Yunzong about it.”
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After Fu Jiaxi’s injury, Yu Yanqing began reaching out to her more frequently.
“The market will be closed for twelve days during the Lunar New Year holiday. Let’s discuss our work plans in advance.”
“Alright,” Fu Jiaxi replied, accustomed to such discussions. “I’ll come by in the afternoon.”
“Your leg hasn’t fully healed yet. Don’t move around too much,” Yu Yanqing advised. “I’ll come to you at 7 p.m.”
When he arrived, Yue Jia Yi opened the door for him.
“Hello, Uncle Yu.”
“Hello, little Jia Yi.”
“Come in, Uncle Yu. My mom is changing her bandages.” Yue Jia Yi was polite and composed, behaving like a miniature adult.
Fu Jiaxi sat cross-legged on the sofa, applying medication and changing her bandages.
“Sorry about this. Please take a seat.”
“It’s still so swollen?” Yu Yanqing frowned.
“I’ve been walking a bit too much these past few days, and it’s started hurting again.”
Yue Jia Yi nestled close to his mother, fanning her ankle gently with a small fan to help the medicine dry faster.
“Mommy.”
“Hmm?”
Leaning closer, Yue Jia Yi whispered, “I think this uncle is the most handsome of all the uncles.”
Yu Yanqing chuckled. If a child praised him, it must be true.
Jia Yi, being considerate, quietly picked up a picture book and read it to himself.
Meanwhile, Fu Jiaxi and Yu Yanqing discussed work.
“For rebar purchases before the New Year, I suggest slowing down the pace. We can reassess after the Spring Festival,” Yu Yanqing advised. “Look at its cycle chart—the alignment of various moving averages isn’t favorable.”
“So before the holiday, should we speed up contract pricing?”
“Just proceed normally based on your daily production quota,” Yu Yanqing replied. Then he asked, “And what about the positions you personally handle?”
“A small profit,” Fu Jiaxi said cheerfully, clearly pleased.
Yu Yanqing issued a warning. “Let me remind you: whether the market is trending favorably or against you, always enforce strict stop-loss measures. Similarly, overcoming greed and learning to take profits is a higher-level skill.”
Before Fu Jiaxi could respond, Yue Jia Yi suddenly chimed in, “Okay, Teacher Yu.”
He must have heard Fu Jiaxi use that phrase often during phone calls, and his imitation was spot-on.
Yu Yanqing couldn’t help but laugh.
Holding his picture book, Yue Jia Yi approached him. “Uncle Yu, can you read me a story?”
The picture book was in English, and there were two words he didn’t understand.
Yu Yanqing first taught him their pronunciation and meanings, then began reading aloud from the first page. His clear, expressive voice immediately captivated the little boy. Eventually, Yue Jia Yi moved closer and closer, resting against Yu Yanqing, his small hand gripping the man’s pant leg as he listened intently.
“Uncle Yu, your English sounds just as good as the cartoons I watch.”
“I’m going to keep you here to read me stories every day.”
Children speak without filters, and Fu Jiaxi teased, “If you want to keep Uncle Yu, do you have money to pay him? He’s very expensive, you know.”
Yue Jia Yi caught on quickly. “With Mommy here, Uncle Yu won’t need my money.”
“My son has quite the imagination. Don’t mind him,” Fu Jiaxi said with a smile.
“Not at all. He’s well-behaved—it’s your doing,” Yu Yanqing replied. Then, he beckoned to Yue Jia Yi. “Little guy.”
Yue Jia Yi scampered over.
Crouching down to meet the boy’s eye level, Yu Yanqing said, “Next time, Uncle will take you to a book fair and buy you lots of interesting picture books, okay?”
“Yay!” Yue Jia Yi hugged him tightly.
Resting his face against Yu Yanqing’s shoulder, Yue Jia Yi whispered softly, out of Fu Jiaxi’s sight.
“Uncle Yu.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you like my mommy?”
Yu Yanqing paused, then raised an eyebrow. “How many uncles have you asked this exact same question?”
This mischievous little charmer.
“Two. One is you.”
“And the other?”
“He’s already become my sworn brother.”
Yu Yanqing chuckled. “And what about me? Do I have a chance?”
Yue Jia Yi thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “Your chances aren’t bad. You’ll have to work hard, though.”
His tone was so earnest, it was almost comical.
“What nonsense is my son feeding you now?” Fu Jiaxi emerged from the kitchen, handing Yu Yanqing a cup of tea.
“He wasn’t talking nonsense. He…” Yu Yanqing hesitated briefly. “Complimented me on being handsome.”
Fu Jiaxi didn’t hush him but fell silent instead, studying Yu Yanqing carefully. His clear eyes met hers, and his focused gaze caused his heartbeat to quicken involuntarily.
“He is indeed handsome,” Fu Jiaxi said with a radiant smile.
As Yu Yanqing prepared to leave, Yue Jia Yi tugged lightly on his fingers, reluctant to let him go.
“Uncle Yu.”
“Hmm?”
“You need to try your best, okay?”
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Yue Jincheng went on a business trip to Guangzhou and wouldn’t return to Jinshi until a week later.
The plane landed in the evening, and the driver greeted him at the airport. “Boss Yue, where would you like to go first?”
Yue Jincheng glanced at the time. At this hour, Fu Jiaxi should be at home.
“Dad, I’ve learned a few new stories. Which one do you want to hear?”
“Which one do you want to share the most?”
“The Little Penguin and the Big Ice Block.”
Father and son sat side by side on the carpet in the study. The warm lighting and the soft hum of the dehumidifier created a tranquil atmosphere.
After Yue Jia Yi finished telling the story, before Yue Jincheng could praise him, the boy continued chattering excitedly, “The words here were taught to me by Uncle Yu. While he and Mommy were discussing work, I was reading picture books nearby.”
Yue Jincheng paused. “What uncle?”
“I don’t remember if it was Uncle Shen, Uncle Wang, Uncle Liu, or Uncle Yu,” Yue Jia Yi replied. “Anyway, Mommy was really nice to him. She even gave him the soufflé you left for me, and he ate it all.”
Yue Jincheng felt a pang of unease.
“Dad.”
“Hmm?”
“You need to try harder, okay?” Yue Jia Yi sighed earnestly.
“...”
After finishing her bath, Fu Jiaxi stood in front of the sink, blow-drying her hair. When it was halfway dry, Yue Jincheng picked up the nearby oil treatment, expertly squeezed out two pumps, warmed it in his palms, and began applying it to her hair, paying extra attention to the ends.
Fu Jiaxi handed him the hairdryer without hesitation. “You might as well finish the job.”
Yue Jincheng chuckled softly. “You’re quite good at giving orders.”
He took the hairdryer, tested the heat on his arm, and then proceeded to dry her hair.
Fu Jiaxi resembled a little lion that had fallen into water.
He playfully ruffled her hair.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you being childish?”
“Did Yu Yanqing come over?” Yue Jincheng asked casually.
“Mm, we talked about work.”
“Why didn’t he come to report to me?”
“You can ask him yourself.”
“My son’s cake—he ate it?”
“My son is very hospitable.”
“He even hugged my son?”
“It was your son who adored him so much. He complimented him on being handsome as soon as they met.”
“So, who do you think is more handsome?”
Fu Jiaxi teased, “What if I say him?”
“Then Bofeng will terminate our cooperation with him tomorrow.”
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “Unilateral breach of contract comes with hefty compensation. Just bear with it and save some money to raise our son.” She closed her eyes, enjoying Tony Yue’s service. “Your hair-drying skills are impressive.”
Yue Jincheng leaned closer, pressing tightly against her. The buzzing of the hairdryer amplified in the confined space.
From above, he could see her soft curves and watch droplets of water slide from her collarbone.
“Only my hair-drying skills are impressive?” he whispered, his voice low.
Realizing the double entendre, Fu Jiaxi awkwardly turned her face away.
Yue Jincheng placed the hairdryer on the counter without turning it off. He removed his suit jacket and spread it over the cool surface.
Fu Jiaxi weakly resisted as his arms encircled her. “Are you crazy? Our son is here.”
“Oh.” Yue Jincheng pretended to think, but his actions showed no hesitation. With one hand around her waist, he effortlessly lifted her onto the suit jacket.
“Just don’t make a sound,” he murmured.
Yue Jincheng knelt down. Feeling embarrassed, Fu Jiaxi instinctively tried to draw her legs together, but he gently pressed on her knees, forcing them apart.
“You… don’t…”
“I know.” He reassured her softly, respecting her feelings. “You’re wearing clothes—it’s fine.”
Fu Jiaxi’s mind went blank.
Just as she was about to lose control, Yue Jincheng reached out, placing his palm over her lips.
Her soft moans turned into heated breaths, his hand burning like fire.
“Shh…” He raised his head, feigning seriousness. “Hold it in—our son is reading picture books.”
Perhaps finding the kneeling position uncomfortable, Yue Jincheng shifted to kneeling fully on both knees.
The urgent, relentless buzzing of the hairdryer drowned out the sounds beneath—a turbulent wave concealing melting icebergs and gentle breezes under the moonlight.
Not wanting to linger too long in the bathroom, Yue Jincheng became even more dominant in his rhythm.
When Fu Jiaxi emerged, she stumbled slightly, steadied by his palm pressing against her sore lower back.
“Mommy! I just finished another story!” Yue Jia Yi was engrossed in his books, muttering to himself. “I’m going to read one more.”
“Daddy will read with you.” Yue Jincheng remained calm, his expression unchanged.
Fu Jiaxi sank into the sofa, her body like the sea after a storm—tranquil yet unreal under the moonlight.
At departure time, Yue Jincheng passed by the sofa and lightly pressed her shoulder. “I’m leaving.”
That night, Fu Jiaxi experienced mild insomnia.
Tossing and turning in bed, her mind emptied until she couldn’t figure out what troubled her.
Lacking sleep, she applied an extra layer of foundation the next day, making her makeup slightly heavier than usual.
Waiting for the elevator on the first floor, the doors opened to reveal Yue Jincheng, Jiao Rui, and several other executives and department managers inside.
The employees quickly backed away, opting to wait for the next lift.
There was still room in the elevator.
Jiao Rui smiled and gestured. “Jiaxi, come in. There’s something I’d like to ask you about.”
Fu Jiaxi stepped in, and Jiao Rui subtly moved back a step, leaving the spot next to Yue Jincheng for her.
With the superiors present, Fu Jiaxi greeted everyone individually, finally addressing Yue Jincheng: “Boss Yue.”
As soon as she said his name, she froze.
Yue Jincheng stood there impeccably dressed in his suit, exuding the same commanding presence as always. But this particular suit… Fu Jiaxi remembered it clearly. It was the one she had lain on last night, quietly bearing witness to everything—the traces and memories of their encounter.
Yue Jincheng had done this on purpose.
If I don’t make a big wave, I won’t be able to live up to the light of day.
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