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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the television replayed last night’s Spring Festival Gala. The sound of gongs and drums filled the air with festive cheer.
Fu Jiaxi was drawn in, eating an orange while standing and watching for a moment.
Yue Jincheng glanced at the screen casually. “I’ve seen that female celebrity in person before. She came to toast me at a year-end banquet. She doesn’t look as good in person as she does on screen—too thin.”
Fu Jiaxi: “You’re very observant.”
Yue Jincheng: “Are you jealous?”
“Next time, get a few autographs for me—I can sell them for 200 yuan on second-hand platforms.”
Such a popular young actress, selling her autograph for 200 yuan—this jealousy was so subtle.
Fu Jiaxi carried a plate of oranges outside.
“For whom?”
“Yu Yanqing.”
“…”
Payback is a dish best served cold; she didn’t let him enjoy even a second of smugness.
Fu Jiaxi searched the courtyard twice but couldn’t find him anywhere. Strange—he wasn’t around.
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The wind by the pond was strong. Snow still clung to the reeds and pennywort plants. At zero degrees Celsius, the surface of the pond seemed frozen, occasionally rippling slowly like molasses as playful koi fish poked their heads out and swayed their tails.
Manyuan had a traditional Chinese style, with courtyards and pavilions meticulously arranged. With no tall buildings within a hundred meters to block the view, the north wind wove through from all directions, rustling the leaves into tiny whispers.
“Not afraid of the cold, hiding here alone to enjoy the cool breeze, unwilling to face her?”
Zhou Xiaojun hobbled over with her cane.
Yu Yanqing quickly went to support her. His icy hands were gently grasped by Zhou Xiaojun. Her rough skin felt slightly abrasive, but warmth spread from her palm. Yu Yanqing instinctively gripped her hand more tightly.
“If Jiaxi has been anything less than hospitable, be understanding.”
“No. She’s wonderful.” Yu Yanqing spoke softly.
“I remember when Jincheng first brought her to meet me. She looked like a little girl—her ponytail neatly tied, her eyes bright and clean. I thought then, ‘Oh my, isn’t this the granddaughter I’ve always dreamed of?’“ Zhou Xiaojun chuckled.
Yu Yanqing managed a faint smile.
“She’s more filial than my son or grandson. She cares deeply—mind and heart. Reminds me to bundle up when it’s cold, not to eat ice cream when it’s hot. Sigh, she still treats me like a child.” Zhou Xiaojun shook her head.
Yu Yanqing murmured, “She… talks tough but has a soft heart.”
“Exactly—just like you.” Zhou Xiaojun sighed. “Later, she and Jincheng divorced. It wasn’t really about who was right or wrong—it just fell apart. People live in this world with ties, hesitations, pain, and helplessness. If anyone said they didn’t have feelings for each other, no one would believe it. Life is full of hurdles—it’s hard to have everything go smoothly. Hard, so hard.”
Yu Yanqing: “Are you comforting me or advising me?”
“I hope you know what you want and strive for it. But if things don’t work out as planned, learn to make peace with yourself.” Zhou Xiaojun pulled out some fish food from a box. “Feed the fish—they’re celebrating the New Year too.”
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On the third day of the Lunar New Year, relatives from all branches of the Yue family came to pay their respects to Zhou Xiaojun.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t deliberately avoid them but instead retreated to the edge of the pond to feed the fish and play with the turtles.
One of the cousins brought along a young child, about the same age as Yue Jia Yi. Kids could be great together, but when they fought, it often got out of hand.
The chubby boy tried to snatch Yue Jia Yi’s drone. When he failed, he grew furious. “Hmph! Why won’t you let me play with it? I have a mommy and daddy—you don’t. You’re worse than me!”
Yue Jia Yi didn’t cry or get upset. Instead, he stuck his tongue out. “Nyah nyah nyah! Your mommy and daddy aren’t as pretty as my daddy and mommy!”
The chubby boy retorted, “A kid without parents is like a blade of grass!”
Yue Jia Yi grinned. “I’m grass—the class grass—and you’re stinky black mud. Nyah nyah nyah!”
Hugging his race car, he turned toward the upstairs balcony and shouted, “Daddy! Mommy! Little Fatty called me the class grass!”
The chubby boy burst into tears.
The commotion between the kids naturally drew the adults’ attention. And with that incident, everyone tacitly understood—Yue Jincheng and Fu Jiaxi were likely getting back together.
The smooth talkers among the relatives casually probed Zhou Xiaojun for hints.
Zhou Xiaojun pretended to be hard of hearing, asking “What? What?” two or three times before waving her hand dismissively. “I don’t know. Life is like floating duckweed. Young people come and go—it’s perfectly normal.”
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After the New Year holiday ended and the warm winter sun began to shine, life returned to its usual rhythm.
Yue Jia Yi still had about ten days left of winter break. Yue Mingxin originally planned to take him to Iceland to see the Northern Lights, but Yue Jincheng, feeling uneasy, scrapped the plan and opted for Bali instead.
Yue Jincheng was adept at seizing opportunities. While his son was away, he visited Fu Jiaxi’s place every day.
He also knew how to win people over, chatting and sharing cigarettes with the security guards at the gate. After work one day, as he drove Fu Jiaxi home, the guard greeted him warmly. “Brother, you’re early today!”
Yue Jincheng tossed a pack of cigarettes through the car window. “Yeah, I’ll be back late tonight after watching a movie. Sorry for the trouble.”
“Don’t say that—it’s my duty. No matter how late, I’ll always open the gate for you.”
Fu Jiaxi rolled her eyes. “You really know how to schmooze.”
Yue Jincheng smiled. “It’s not easy being a lone wolf.”
“Who said I’d watch a movie with you?”
“Alright, no movie. Let’s go eat.”
“Yue Jincheng, you’re such a rascal.” Fu Jiaxi sighed helplessly.
For over ten days, they lived a simple, ordinary, and grounded life. Dating, eating, watching movies, or returning home after a walk—there was always someone restless. In the bathroom, in the living room, on the sofa, behind the door, against the wall.
Their bodies and minds were perfectly in sync—no one else could ever compare.
No son, no outsiders, no meddling relatives. Amidst the ups and downs of intimacy, Fu Jiaxi occasionally drifted off mentally.
Yue Jincheng held her legs tightly.
Their distance was negative.
Even in the most intimate and unrestrained moments, Fu Jiaxi retained a sliver of clarity. He, however, inexplicably worried and feared, so he claimed her more deeply, pulling her fleeting thoughts back.
In Yue Jincheng’s embrace, Fu Jiaxi opened her eyes and saw the swaying light on the ceiling. Mistaking the city neon lights for moonlight, she felt a fleeting sense of tranquility.
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Yue Jia Yi was having the time of his life with Aunt Mingxin.
In the group chat, updates on their activities were posted in real-time.
Crab hunting by the sea, collecting shells under the sunset, parasailing on the ocean—Yue Jia Yi, wearing polarized sunglasses, looked just as cool as Yue Jincheng.
The trip was enjoyable until the last leg, when Yue Mingxin ate too much seafood and was hospitalized for food poisoning. Thinking she was on her deathbed, Yue Mingxin weakly contacted her lawyer to draft a will.
She decided to donate her body to the medical university after death.
Her limited-edition bags, entire wardrobe, and cosmetics—all were to be burned for her.
When Fu Jiaxi heard about it, she wanted to laugh but was also puzzled. How noble to donate her body?
But when she learned it was for the medical university, she understood.
The man Yue Mingxin had secretly loved since high school was now teaching there.
When Fu Jiaxi visited her, Yue Mingxin was already deeply regretful.
“It’s okay—no outsiders know.”
“It’s too late.” Yue Mingxin buried her head in her hands, looking like a twisted little mushroom. “On the day I was poisoned, I thought I wouldn’t live to see the next day. On impulse, I posted it on social media.”
Fu Jiaxi: “???”
Yue Mingxin wanted to bite her tongue. “Dr. Gu liked my post.”
Fu Jiaxi: “...”
Comforting her for an hour in the hospital:
“Sacrificing your body for medical science is so noble. Dr. Gu will surely be moved by you.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Think about it—every inch of your flesh is a magnificent poem.” Fu Jiaxi used poetic language.
“Wait!” Yue Mingxin broke down. “Does that mean Dr. Gu will see everything—including the tattoo on my inner thigh that I’ve been hiding?!”
“You have a tattoo on your thigh?” Fu Jiaxi was surprised. “What is it?”
“Is it a little pig? Peppa?”
“...”
No need to comfort her anymore—the more she tried, the more absurd it became.
After leaving the hospital room, Fu Jiaxi went to the outdoor parking lot to find her car.
Almost simultaneously, a voice rang out from nearby. “Jiaxi.”
It was Guan Yeqin.
Guan Yeqin loved flashy outfits that perfectly matched her striking features. Her red Ferrari sports car was an absolute eye-catcher, drawing frequent glances from passersby.
“We’ve always said we should have a proper chat. How about it—would you join me for a cup of coffee?”
Fu Jiaxi responded with ease, teasing with a smile. “You’re drinking coffee at the hospital? Your tastes are truly eccentric.”
Guan Yeqin chuckled. “Jiaxi, you’ve changed since before.”
Fu Jiaxi replied, “Perhaps I have. But you—you’re still the same. Unchanged初心 (original intention).”
Guan Yeqin caught the underlying meaning in her words. “Jiaxi, do you have some misunderstanding about me?”
“Oh? So you think that?” Fu Jiaxi feigned surprise, her subtle expressions perfectly executed.
“I’ve known Jincheng since childhood. We grew up together, played together. My feelings for him are admiration, respect—I see him as a brother. I was afraid you might misunderstand, but it seems you did anyway.”
Fu Jiaxi had no intention of wasting time engaging in idle talk.
“If you truly cared so deeply for him, why didn’t you step in when Yue Jincheng was kicked out of the family and left destitute on foreign streets?” Fu Jiaxi said coldly. “Miss Guan’s affection seems rather cheap and unfinished.”
Guan Yeqin was no stranger to the storms of high society. Being called out and exposed wasn’t new to her; she brushed it off with a calm smile. “Why make things so complicated? The Guan and Yue families have always been bound by mutual interests. For decades, through ups and downs, our ties have never loosened. Even now, Jincheng meets with me every two weeks to discuss projects.”
Guan Yeqin smiled brightly. “Jiaxi, people from wealthy families don’t hold grudges, you know. And besides, you must have heard—Uncle Yue is very enthusiastic about bringing me and Jincheng together. I’m so moved—I might just consider it seriously.”
Each word was like a fuse igniting a fire on her sensitive points.
Fu Jiaxi watched her perform, then suddenly smiled. “Miss Guan, you truly haven’t changed—your appearance, demeanor, intelligence are all the same as before. Only your memory seems to be failing.”
Guan Yeqin: “What do you mean?”
Fu Jiaxi: “Have you forgotten how you once threw yourself at him, only to be rejected by Yue Jincheng?”
Guan Yeqin’s face instantly paled. “You!”
Fu Jiaxi smiled sweetly, her tone innocent. “Miss Guan, you said it yourself—people from wealthy families don’t hold grudges.”
As for Guan Yeqin, Fu Jiaxi couldn’t say she harbored much hostility towards her. Objectively speaking, she had every reason to be arrogant. The bond of childhood friendship between her and Yue Jincheng gave her words a certain credibility.
Yue Jincheng had never been favored by Yue Puhui. Children his age often looked down on him, collectively bullying and ostracizing him. He was frequently framed and punished by adults.
Guan Yeqin hadn’t joined in, but she stood by silently, watching.
During the years when Yue Jincheng clashed most fiercely with Yue Puhui, he ventured out alone to start his own business. When he desperately needed funds, Guan Yeqin had extended an olive branch—offering money, but only if he agreed to be with her.
Yue Jincheng refused once.
From that point on, Guan Yeqin’s attitude toward Yue Jincheng became ambiguously warm.
Fu Jiaxi had always found her personality inscrutable—shifting between icy and passionate extremes without any transition.
Or perhaps this was simply how wealthy heiresses behaved: you may not love me, but you can’t love anyone else?
“As long as Uncle Yue doesn’t approve, what does it matter if you and him get back together?” Guan Yeqin suddenly interjected. “Would you repeat all your past hardships? As a woman, I once admired your courage in choosing to divorce firmly. But now, seeing you return to square one, I’m genuinely surprised.”
Fu Jiaxi: “Stop trying to brainwash me. My decisions have nothing to do with you, Miss Guan. When I divorced, I didn’t see you offering comfort—in fact, you were quite cozy with Yue Jincheng, calling him ‘brother.’ If men ignore you, you should reflect on yourself instead of pestering me.”
Guan Yeqin, accustomed to navigating the storms of fame and fortune, managed her expression impeccably. “Jiaxi, I’m merely giving you friendly advice. Why twist my words like this?”
“Too much ‘friendliness’ isn’t a good thing.” Fu Jiaxi shot her a glance. “If you want to take my place, I won’t stop you.”
“So, in your heart, he’s just someone who can come and go as he pleases?”
“If one day you achieve your wish, I’ll send you a red envelope to congratulate you.”
With that, Fu Jiaxi stepped around her to leave. After walking a few steps, she stopped.
In the distance, Yue Jincheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back. It was unclear how long he’d been there or how much he’d overheard.
Guan Yeqin reacted gracefully, greeting him politely. “Jincheng Ge.”
Yue Jincheng gave a slight nod, then turned his gaze to Fu Jiaxi.
Fu Jiaxi walked over to him.
He even extended his hand toward her, but Fu Jiaxi seemed oblivious, continuing to walk ahead on her own.
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A few days later, Liu Yun returned from handling matters in Guangzhou and hurriedly sought out Fu Jiaxi. “I heard from a friend in the industry that there are rumors—Yu Yanqing might be returning to the U.S. Have you heard anything about it?”
Fu Jiaxi frowned. “Never.”
Liu Yun urged, “Then you need to communicate with him quickly. If Yu Yanqing leaves now, we’ll lose even more control over future work.”
Fu Jiaxi went directly to Yu Yanqing’s residence.
He had just woken up and looked listless.
Orange Juice quietly approached her feet, giving a soft “meow,” then rolled onto its back to expose its belly.
“Orange Juice,” Yu Yanqing scolded, and it immediately scampered away.
Fu Jiaxi asked, “Are you leaving?”
Yu Yanqing didn’t respond. His pajama pants were rolled up slightly, revealing strong, narrow ankles as he walked.
Fu Jiaxi: “Is it something Bofeng did wrong? Did we miss a step somewhere? Or are you dissatisfied with the consulting fees? We can renegotiate those.”
Yu Yanqing remained aloof, pressing the water dispenser button. The steady stream of water filling the cup was the only sound.
Fu Jiaxi patiently waited for him to finish filling his cup, then stepped in front of him. “Or is it something I did wrong? Tell me—I can change.”
Her urgency made her eyes stubborn and defiant, making her look like a bristling hedgehog.
Yu Yanqing coolly averted his gaze. “There’s nothing to change.”
Fu Jiaxi moved to his right. “Alright, alright. I’ll reflect, find my own reasons. Give me half a month—you’ll see my improvement.”
Yu Yanqing opened his laptop, treating her as if she were invisible.
Fu Jiaxi’s patience ran out. With a loud slap, she pressed the screen down, preventing him from using it.
“Yu Yanqing, you’re such a closed book—who can stand you? You’re brilliant, outstanding, a godlike trader everyone fawns over—but don’t forget, you signed a contract with Bofeng Group. If you abandon your post now, it’s a breach of contract!”
Yu Yanqing calmly replied, “I’ll pay double the penalty fee.”
Fu Jiaxi clenched her fists and punched his arm twice in frustration.
Yu Yanqing furrowed his brow, silently gazing at her.
The flames burning in Fu Jiaxi’s eyes gradually cooled under his stare.
“Yu Yanqing, we’re both adults. Can’t we talk openly and solve problems? Is that so hard?” Her tone was almost pleading. “Why are you doing this?”
Suddenly, Yu Yanqing reached out and swept everything off the table—his laptop, water cup, charger—all clattered to the floor.
The cacophony shattered the surface calm like a sudden storm tearing through a tranquil sky.
“Why? You ask me why?!” Yu Yanqing took a step closer, his gaze cutting through the fog of repressed emotions.
“I agreed to join Bofeng because I coveted the prestige and compensation—not because of you.”
“I designated you as my sole contact because I’m rigid and set in my ways—not because of you.”
“I went to Xinchang during New Year’s for travel and scenery—not because you were there.”
“I asked you to buy cat food and feed Orange Juice because I’m picky—not because I wanted to talk to you.”
“I’m leaving, and I’ll pay the penalty fee to leave, because I’m eccentric and antisocial—not because you did anything wrong.”
“I agreed to spend New Year’s at Grandma Xiaojun’s because you were there. I wanted to stay up with you, see you. I wanted to see you—not see you kissing another man! “
His final words came out as a near roar.
The curtains swayed gently in the breeze. Orange Juice cowered in a corner of the sofa, head bowed.
An overwhelming silence enveloped the room, thinning everything around them. In her eyes, there was only him.
Fu Jiaxi was at a loss, silent for a long moment. Finally, she whispered softly, “Yu Yanqing, don’t cry.”
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