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◎”Jiaxi, Happy New Year.”◎
Before Yue Jincheng even had a chance to start pursuing her, Fu Jiaxi had already taken the lead in teasing him.
“What, you’re not chasing me anymore?” The prolonged silence made her uneasy.
Yue Jincheng smiled. “I’m thinking about how to chase you.”
Fu Jiaxi tilted her chin slightly. “My enthusiasm is limited—you’d better make use of your time.”
Yue Jincheng responded with ease. “No worries—I have our son as my secret weapon.”
Indeed, they were truly father and son.
Over the years, little Jia Yi had helped her fend off quite a few unwelcome suitors.
“Are you staying here tonight?” Yue Jincheng coaxed softly, lowering his head to nuzzle against her.
“Is this how you chase someone?” Fu Jiaxi teased.
“Not officially yet,” Yue Jincheng replied with a hint of pitifulness in his tone. “I’m still very sick—I’ll have another fever tonight.”
“Doctor Ling is always on standby. He won’t let anything happen to you.”
“His daughter has a birthday tonight—I do have some conscience left.”
Yue Jincheng was clearly lying through his teeth. Fu Jiaxi retorted, “Isn’t Doctor Ling’s child a boy?”
“Oh, I must’ve remembered wrong.”
Yue Jincheng’s voice was hoarse and strained. Fu Jiaxi sat on his lap, and even through the fabric, she could feel the abnormal heat radiating from his body.
“Jia Yi is having so much fun at Grandma’s that he doesn’t want to leave. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have the driver pick him up and take him to kindergarten.” Yue Jincheng tightened his grip around her, almost shamelessly demanding, “But tonight, I want you to stay with me.”
Fu Jiaxi had always been afraid of illness.
In the past, whenever Jia Yi or Yue Jincheng caught a cold, she would panic. Waiting for blood test results would leave her mind blank, and her heart would race in sync with the progress bar on the printer as reports were being printed.
Later, Yue Jincheng, concerned, even took her to see a psychologist. But for Fu Jiaxi, it didn’t seem to help much.
The scars of her own experiences were deeply etched into her heart—things that others couldn’t erase with just a few comforting words.
After two days of IV drips, Yue Jincheng regained some strength. After his shower, he sat on the bed reading the daily financial reports. He rarely wore white T-shirts, but from a distance, he looked like his younger self—full of ambition and determination.
Noticing her gaze, Yue Jincheng patted the spot beside him.
Fu Jiaxi walked over and sat down next to him. “The trading company Yunzong found has decent credentials—we can’t find fault with them. This time, we really miscalculated. He seized the initiative effortlessly.”
Yue Jincheng replied, “I know my second brother well—he wouldn’t waste energy on something that benefits others at his own expense.”
“So what you’re saying is, controlling the trading rights isn’t the main goal—he has a bigger plan?”
Yue Jincheng stopped short, suddenly falling silent.
“Come on, tell me!” Fu Jiaxi grew impatient, slapping his arm lightly.
With that, Yue Jincheng dramatically collapsed onto the bed. “I think I broke a bone.”
Fu Jiaxi began tickling his side. Yue Jincheng, who was extremely ticklish, tried to evade her hands. “Hey!”
“You didn’t break a bone?” Fu Jiaxi teased, playing along. “Let Dr. Fu fix it for you.”
Their bodies naturally intertwined, like vines wrapping around each other, leaves entwining, and petals pressing tightly together on a single flower.
Fu Jiaxi acutely felt the changes in his body. She lowered her head, and he did too, their eyes meeting in mutual curiosity.
“You… you…” Fu Jiaxi tried to pull away.
But his wide palm pressed firmly against her lower back.
Yue Jincheng murmured, “It’s just like when I was chasing you back then.”
“What do you mean?” Fu Jiaxi didn’t understand.
He leaned in and whispered something outrageous near her ear.
Her ears turned red, and she tried to get up and leave.
Yue Jincheng pulled her back. “There’s only one bed in the house. Where are you going to sleep?”
Not wanting him to take the upper hand, Fu Jiaxi retaliated provocatively. “If I sleep in this bed, will your fever even go down?”
Yue Jincheng’s eyes burned with intensity. “Why don’t you try and find out?”
Outside, the cold wind howled, and dead leaves swirled chaotically.
Inside, shadows danced and green shoots began to sprout.
Perhaps due to his elevated temperature, every part of his body felt scorching hot. Fu Jiaxi struggled to endure several times but refused to give in, nearly twisting the bedsheet into rolling waves with her fingers.
After fulfilling his role, Yue Jincheng emerged from under the covers, coughing softly. Still, he innocently explained, “It’s nothing—I drank too much.”
Though still recovering from his illness, he had exerted himself fully.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t bear to lie down any longer. “You lie down,” she whispered. “I’ll be on top.”
Love and desire needed no proof. Regardless of how fiercely the cold wind outside battled, the bedroom was filled with the warmth of spring. Shadows rose and fell on the walls, heedless of tomorrow.
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The next day, Fu Jiaxi woke up earlier than Yue Jincheng.
To be precise, she was awakened by an unusually bright light filtering through the curtains.
She stood by the window, pulling the curtain aside slightly.
The entire neighborhood was covered in pristine white snow, sparkling brilliantly. For a moment, Fu Jiaxi felt a sense of unreality, as if time had traveled and shaken off the pleasures of the previous night, transforming into a different world.
“Yue Jincheng, Yue Jincheng!” She ran back to the bed like a little girl, shaking him awake. “It’s snowing outside—it’s the first snow of the year!”
The first snowfall, waking up to see her lover by her side.
Yue Jincheng ruffled her hair gently. “Good girl.”
Fu Jiaxi was completely immersed, as if returning to her true self, back to their earliest days together. She was wholeheartedly devoted to him, without distraction.
After spending two days with Yue Jincheng, on Monday, he had recovered about sixty to seventy percent and went to the office.
The driver waited downstairs. Seeing the two walk out side by side, he immediately understood.
He opened the car door and addressed her as “Madam.”
At this point, denying or explaining would only make things more suspicious. Fu Jiaxi had missed the best opportunity to respond.
Yue Jincheng stepped in to defuse the situation. “We should still maintain proper decorum in private.”
The driver quickly caught on. “My apologies, President Yue.”
However, those close to Yue Jincheng were all sharp-eyed confidants.
The driver thought to himself, Sigh, it’s just a matter of time.
Today, the car didn’t park in the exclusive ground-level parking space but instead drove discreetly to the underground parking lot.
“You get out first,” Yue Jincheng said.
“Okay,” Fu Jiaxi agreed readily—it suited her just fine.
As she pushed the car door open, she once again checked left and right to ensure no one saw her.
Yue Jincheng pursed his lips but said nothing.
Liu Yun was still troubled by the issue of the trading delegation. Upon seeing Fu Jiaxi, he hurriedly asked, “Did you speak to President Yue? Did he have any suggestions?”
Fu Jiaxi replied, “No suggestions—just wait and see.”
Liu Yun was confused. “So, are we just handing over the trading rights?”
“There’s no question of giving or not giving—it’s all for the group. Regardless of who does it, ultimately, it’s serving the company.”
“But once the trading is outsourced, we lose full autonomy,” Liu Yun trailed off, gradually understanding. “President Yue means…”
“As observers, we’ll have a clearer view of the entire process.”
Given Yue Yunzong’s methods, it was unlikely he had no ulterior motives.
Since he was so eager, they might as well play the role of obedient spectators, lowering their profile like hunters lying in wait, ready to seize any vulnerability.
At lunchtime, Yue Jincheng sent a WeChat message: “Come up and eat with me.”
Fu Jiaxi snapped a photo of her meal tray and sent it—she was already eating in the cafeteria.
Yu Xiaomi enthusiastically recommended a barbecue restaurant, but suddenly, she fell silent.
Following her gaze, Fu Jiaxi turned her head and froze.
Yue Jincheng had come alone to the employee cafeteria, queuing up and waiting for his turn. Everyone offered him their seats, but he declined them all.
“Hmm, President Yue has descended from the heavens today? Eating alone? Not even with Secretary Jiao?” Yu Xiaomi was surprised.
Fu Jiaxi glanced at her phone.
Yue Jincheng: “Am I being good?”
He sat alone by the window, sunlight bathing half his body. His sickly pallor hadn’t completely faded, and his skin still looked pale. He ate gracefully, sitting upright, chewing slowly and deliberately.
Fu Jiaxi stifled a laugh and replied, “Eat more vegetables.”
Yue Jincheng polished off all the asparagus and broccoli on his plate.
Fu Jiaxi: “Have another bowl of rice.”
To her surprise, Yue Jincheng actually got up and queued again to get another serving.
The colleagues nearby whispered amongst themselves, “So President Yue has such a big appetite.”
“Yes, he even ate two chicken legs.”
Fu Jiaxi held back her laughter. “They’re saying you’ve got quite an appetite.”
Yue Jincheng: “The employee cafeteria food is pretty good. Give everyone a bonus this month.”
Fu Jiaxi: “They want you to come down here more often.”
Yue Jincheng’s expression softened, a smile lingering at the corners of his eyes and lips—a stark contrast to his usual stern and aloof demeanor.
Meanwhile, Yue Yunzong had been busy reaching out to external allies, personally overseeing the progress of outsourcing the trading operations. He even had Jin Ming draft a promotional article for the company’s official account.
“Bold innovation, proactive exploration, paving the way for new business models.”
Fu Jiaxi read these words with calm indifference, disdain, and a hint of sarcasm.
Yue Yunzong was gradually stripping away her and Liu Yun’s authority—diminishing the presence they had worked so hard to build. During one of Jin Ming’s client banquets, after getting drunk, he let slip:
“Liu Yun can’t stir up much trouble anymore. He’ll just retire quietly and live out his days.”
Such words always found their way to the ears of those involved.
Liu Yun shook his head silently, offering no comment.
Fu Jiaxi said, “Group Leader Liu, until the very end, no one knows how things will turn out.”
Recognizing her attempt to console him, Liu Yun replied, “It doesn’t matter to me. I’m alone, with no family or children. Whether it’s Bofeng, this city, or anywhere else—I could leave tomorrow and it wouldn’t make a difference.”
Perhaps due to the prolonged quietness and inactivity, Yu Yanqing couldn’t help but reach out.
“Is Bofeng having problems? Poor management, unable to keep going?”
Fu Jiaxi noticed that his hostility and sharp criticism toward Yue Jincheng had reached its peak.
After briefly explaining the situation, Fu Jiaxi sighed. “I might be unemployed soon, Teacher Yu. Can you recommend me somewhere?”
Yu Yanqing: “Come over first and feed my cat.”
That cat sure went through cat food quickly. Orange Juice was a true glutton.
Fu Jiaxi bought two bags of cat food and visited. After half a month, the cat had grown even plumper.
“You really need to lose weight,” Fu Jiaxi teased, scratching its belly.
Yu Yanqing sat at the kitchen island, working on his laptop.
Fu Jiaxi approached and noticed his account balance—it had increased by 20% since she last saw it.
“Yu Yanqing, do you even need all this money? Will you ever use it up?” She felt dizzy just looking at the numbers.
“Nope, just keeping it around to look pretty,” Yu Yanqing glanced at her. “Do you want to learn from me?”
“Yes,” Fu Jiaxi didn’t hide her intentions.
“Difficult.” Yu Yanqing was blunt. “If you haven’t been battered by the market, you won’t truly understand. All the theories and practical advice I give you would just be empty talk. No matter how many notes you take or how many operational theories you memorize, it won’t help.”
Fu Jiaxi understood. Harsh words, but they were truths.
“If you want to walk this path, it’ll take time and accumulation.” Yu Yanqing looked at her. “Of course, there’s also a simpler method.”
“What?”
Yu Yanqing suddenly fell silent, his gaze dark and intense, resting on her.
“Never mind.”
He casually shifted his attention back to the screen, lightly tapped his fingers, and closed all his positions.
The accumulated numbers—real gold and silver—were the greatest impact of all.
Fu Jiaxi’s heart raced.
Decisive, confident, and detached, Yu Yanqing embodied a complex,
contradictory figure.
Fu Jiaxi asked, “What’s the most you’ve lost when things went bad?”
“Capital is king. No matter what, I never put myself in a position where I have no way out.” Yu Yanqing said, “Cutting losses in time is the key to survival.”
Fu Jiaxi felt both confused and enlightened.
Yu Yanqing changed the subject and calmly asked, “Where are you spending the Spring Festival?”
“Not sure yet.” Fu Jiaxi replied. “Maybe Sanya, or perhaps back to Xinchang.”
“That wretched uncle of yours—what’s the point of going there? Don’t make yourself miserable during the New Year.”
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “What about you?”
“I’ve always spent it alone. I’m used to it.” Yu Yanqing said.
The Lunar New Year arrived soon after. Red lanterns lined the main roads, and the streets buzzed with celebratory energy. Every year, Yue Jia Yi returned to the Yue residence—he was the eldest grandson, the only grandson. Though the Yue family had relocated inland over a decade ago, they still upheld traditional rituals during important festivals.
Incense offerings, prayers for blessings—every year was taken seriously.
Grandma Zhou Xiaojun invited Fu Jiaxi to Manyuan to celebrate the New Year, asking her to keep an old lady company. She lamented her age, saying she might not live to see another year, so every year counted.
Fu Jiaxi was uneasy hearing her say such things. “Alright, alright, I’ll come.”
On New Year’s Eve, she drove to Manyuan. “Uncle Liu.”
The door opened, and Fu Jiaxi froze.
Yu Yanqing stood there in a light apricot-colored cashmere sweater, backlit, clean-cut, and handsome.
He smiled and said, “Happy New Year.”
Zhou Xiaojun had invited him.
Her reasoning was simple: she was old, with no guarantee of seeing another year. A pitiful old woman, lonely and without family.
How could Yu Yanqing refuse?
Zhou Xiaojun, kind-hearted, knew he was homeless, isolated, and deprived of the warmth of human connection. She wanted this young man to feel the warmth of family during this season of reunion—to warm his body and soothe his heart.
Yu Yanqing still felt awkward in such a familial atmosphere. Surrounded by a table full of delicious dishes and casual chatter, Zhou Xiaojun, excited after returning from the Yue residence, suggested playing cards.
He remained quiet and reserved, carefully calculating his moves—not only ensuring Grandma would win but making sure she enjoyed the victory.
Fu Jiaxi noticed his thoughtfulness and winked at him. “Are you setting off fireworks tonight?”
Uncle Liu had bought several large boxes of fireworks. Yu Yanqing helped her carry them. “Which one do you like?”
“Any will do.”
Yu Yanqing handed her a sparkler.
Fu Jiaxi raised an eyebrow. “Impressive. Did you choose this based on my personality?”
Yu Yanqing was speechless. “You’re a woman—can’t you be a bit more reserved?”
“What’s the point of being reserved? If I hadn’t been thick-skinned, how would I have chased after you and secured our collaboration?”
The sparklers lit up, their brilliant light illuminating both their faces. The fireworks burst and changed, causing their eyes to flicker with alternating light and shadow.
Yu Yanqing suddenly murmured softly, “Is this how you chase people?”
Passionate, overwhelming, wholeheartedly giving him such a strong, tangible sense of existence.
The sparklers crackled, and in the distance, the sound of firecrackers echoed.
“What?” Fu Jiaxi didn’t hear clearly.
Yu Yanqing lit another sparkler for her and said lightly, “Nothing.”
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The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Yue Jincheng arrived early at Manyuan with Yue Jia Yi to pay New Year’s greetings.
“Grandma!! Happy New Year! Wishing you all the best!”
Before even entering the door, the boy’s clear and loud voice reached the main hall.
“My little treasure, oh my!” Zhou Xiaojun leaned on her cane, with Yu Yanqing supporting her right hand as they quickly walked out.
Yue Jincheng carried numerous gift boxes. Upon seeing Yu Yanqing, his smile froze for two seconds.
Fu Jiaxi followed behind, holding a box of freshly made rice cakes.
“Happy New Year, Mom! And Happy New Year to you too, Uncle Yu!” Little Jia Yi was polite, bowing deeply at a 90-degree angle.
Yu Yanqing took out a red envelope, squatted down, and patted the boy’s small hand. “Thank you, Jia Yi. Happy New Year to you too.”
“Here, have a piece,” Fu Jiaxi extended the food box. Obediently, Yu Yanqing took half a piece and placed it in his mouth.
One standing, one squatting.
When they looked up at each other, both smiled.
And Yue Jincheng—his eyes burned as if someone had set them alight.
They chatted in the main hall. After listening for a while, Fu Jiaxi went back to the room to fetch a charger.
Just as she reached the corridor, Yue Jincheng intercepted her halfway, pulling her hand and pressing her against a pillar.
“Why is he here too?” Yue Jincheng asked, displeased.
“Ask Grandma—it was her invitation,” Fu Jiaxi reached out, touching the collar of his coat, and smiled brightly. “You look great in this.”
Yue Jincheng’s expression softened slightly. “Even Grandma knows about us.”
“What about us?” Fu Jiaxi hummed softly. “You haven’t started chasing me, and I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Yue Jincheng asked, “I was so sick, and yet you still wanted me to come downstairs.”
Fu Jiaxi covered his mouth with her hand. “It’s the first day of the New Year—you can’t say something nice?”
Yue Jincheng pressed her against the pillar, then used his palm to cushion her back.
The pillar was cold; he feared she might feel chilled.
He muttered, “I don’t like Yu Yanqing.”
“He doesn’t like you either,” Fu Jiaxi said. “You two haven’t exchanged more than a few words—how could you possibly offend each other?”
Yue Jincheng’s gaze swept briefly, precisely capturing a fleeting figure before discreetly withdrawing.
“Do you want to know how I offended him?”
“Hmm? What?”
The next moment, Yue Jincheng pressed her back against him with one hand and lowered his head, delivering a fierce kiss.
Fu Jiaxi was momentarily stunned but was soon bewitched by the faint sweetness of oranges lingering on his lips. In moments of passion, every entanglement felt like a mesmerizing spell.
Unable to resist, Fu Jiaxi reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Yue Jincheng pulled back slightly, and she leaned in further.
After a couple of playful advances and retreats, Yue Jincheng grinned triumphantly, pushing her against the pillar to continue kissing.
When Fu Jiaxi ran out of breath, he finally released her and whispered softly in her ear, “Jiaxi, Happy New Year.”
His tone was as gentle as a spring breeze.
But when his eyes lifted, locking onto someone in the distance, they were sharp as blades, carrying a hint of brazen provocation.
A heartfelt New Year’s gift, openly displayed.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t hide her joy, her entire being vibrant and lively, like the fireworks from last night.
Several meters away, Yu Yanqing’s gaze dimmed like extinguished lights—”snap”—plunging into boundless darkness.
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