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◎No matter right or wrong, I will always stand by you, unconditionally.◎
Yu Yanqing turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as he lowered his head to breathe deeply.
After regaining his composure, he apologized hoarsely, “I’m sorry—I crossed a line.”
Fu Jiaxi squatted on the floor, picking up the items he had swept off the table one by one.
“I... I should say something. But I don’t know what to say right now.” She gently placed the laptop on the desk and tried turning it on—it wouldn’t start.
“If this is the reason you want to leave Bofeng,” Fu Jiaxi said, “then I should be the one leaving. Regardless of whatever decision you make, starting tomorrow, I’ll have another colleague take over your business interactions.”
“And for any discomfort my words or actions may have caused you, I apologize.”
She was too calm, not a trace of panic in her demeanor.
Yu Yanqing felt an inexplicable fear and instinctively interrupted, “Just go.”
Stop talking—please stop.
The weather was gloomy, and many people on the streets wore masks. The forecast warned of heavy smog that day. Fu Jiaxi drove with the car window down, but the air still felt stifling.
Liu Yun called impatiently, asking how things were going.
“Group Leader Liu, we might need you to assign someone else to handle Yu Yanqing’s case…”
Her phone buzzed in her palm.
She glanced at it absently.
A message appeared at the top of the screen.
Yu Yanqing: “There’s no need to change personnel—I will fulfill my contract obligations.”
“What do you need me to do?” Liu Yun pressed.
Fu Jiaxi swallowed hard. “It’s fine now, Group Leader Liu.”
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After Yue Jia Yi returned home, there was a new little shadow following him around, and Yue Jincheng resumed his impeccably groomed fatherly image.
Yue Jia Yi chattered nonstop about the fun experiences from their trip—big adventures like surfing and parasailing, small moments like watching ants move along the roadside—all described vividly and animatedly.
“Aunt Mingxin ate seafood and got poisoned. On the ambulance, she was babbling nonsense.”
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “What did she say?”
“Dr. Gu, I want to marry you!” Yue Jia Yi mimicked Yue Mingxin’s tone perfectly. “Mom, who’s Dr. Gu? Is he as handsome as Dad?”
Even Yue Jincheng had become his role model.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t stand the smug look on someone’s face. “It’s late. Aren’t you leaving?”
Yue Jincheng, feeling secure, teased, “Jia Yi, will Daddy leave?”
Yue Jia Yi clung to his leg. “No, no, no, Daddy stay—if you leave, I won’t sleep.”
Fu Jiaxi pointed. “Alright. Bedtime stories, video check-ins, vocabulary practice—let Daddy help you finish them.”
After ten o’clock, Yue Jia Yi was finally coaxed to sleep.
Yue Jincheng approached Fu Jiaxi, slightly relieved.
Fu Jiaxi sat on the bed reading a book and smiled. “Is being a CEO easier, or being a dad?”
Yue Jincheng replied, “Being a mom is the hardest.”
Fu Jiaxi felt a slight warmth. “You’re surprisingly considerate.”
Yue Jincheng stood stiffly, like a big wolfhound waiting to be fed.
He said he was hot and took off his coat.
Fu Jiaxi quietly continued reading, ignoring him.
Then he claimed taking care of their son was exhausting, so he removed his cashmere sweater.
Now wearing only a shirt, his physique was outlined pleasingly.
Fu Jiaxi rolled her eyes. “If you’re tired, why are you stripping?”
Yue Jincheng chuckled. “So you really want me to leave?”
“Don’t joke around,” Fu Jiaxi said. “Our son is here. How will you explain yourself to him when he wakes up tomorrow morning?”
Yue Jincheng smirked. “Dad is chasing Mom again.”
Fu Jiaxi blushed slightly. “You really dare to say anything.”
“Not just say,” Yue Jincheng shot her a meaningful glance, his words layered with innuendo. “I also dare to act.”
His serious flirtation was exactly like when he first started pursuing her.
Fu Jiaxi felt a sense of déjà vu, as if time had reversed.
“What are you thinking about?” Yue Jincheng noticed something off in her demeanor today.
Fu Jiaxi shook her head and smiled. “Nothing. Just thinking this is nice.”
Yue Jincheng’s expression sobered. He probed, contemplated, and felt a hint of disappointment.
Was she implying that they shouldn’t go further, not think about the future, and simply live in the moment?
If he dissected her words, was she subtly saying she didn’t want him to step into her future?
That night, Yue Jincheng still didn’t stay over.
Fu Jiaxi slept fitfully, tossing and turning. Every time she closed her eyes, sometimes it was Yue Jincheng, sometimes it was Yu Yanqing. A heavy stone seemed to press on her chest, suffocating her.
At dawn, she’d only managed two hours of sleep.
Even Jia Yi commented, “Mom, your dark circles are so big.”
Fu Jiaxi quickly applied extra layers of foundation.
After dropping Jia Yi off at his interest class, Fu Jiaxi drove back to the office.
On the way, she received a call from Yuan Dingguo.
“Uncle?”
“Jiaxi, Jiaxi,” Yuan Dingguo’s voice was frantic, like a shattered jar.
“Slow down, Uncle,” Fu Jiaxi couldn’t understand, but a few key phrases caught her attention—it sounded serious.
She pulled over to the side of the road.
Xu Fang, annoyed by her husband’s slowness, grabbed the phone and hurriedly explained, “Yuan You got beaten up. Two ribs are broken, and the doctor says he has a concussion. Jiaxi, can you come back?”
The situation sounded dire—they were already in the emergency room, and the critical condition notice had been signed twice.
Fu Jiaxi asked Liu Yun for leave and immediately turned toward the highway exit.
More than three hours later, she arrived in Xinchang. Yuan You had already been transferred to a higher-level hospital. When Xu Fang saw her, she burst into tears and hugged her tightly. Yuan Dingguo’s face was pale, his temples dark—he had a weak heart and was visibly distressed.
The doctor came to request payment.
Xu Fang looked at Fu Jiaxi expectantly.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t have much liquid cash—most of her money was tied up in securities funds, and withdrawals would take until tomorrow. For now, she paid 10,000 yuan and sent a message to Bai Duo.
Without hesitation, Bai Duo transferred the money—loyal and generous, promising more if needed.
Regardless, saving a life was paramount.
Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries. Youth and resilience helped him pull through.
Fu Jiaxi asked Yuan Dingguo, “Uncle, what exactly happened?”
Yuan Dingguo hesitated, his expression evasive.
Xu Fang interjected, “Sigh, it’s just a misunderstanding. Yuan You is young and impulsive; a few harsh words led to a fight. The other party was unreasonable. Yuan You initially won the fight, but then… then they called a group of people to gang up on him.”
Xu Fang wiped her tears, choking up and unable to continue.
“Did you report it to the police?” Fu Jiaxi frowned. “Didn’t the perpetrators come forward?”
Yuan Dingguo coughed violently, and Xu Fang quickly rubbed his back to help him catch his breath.
No one answered her question.
Fu Jiaxi dialed a number. “I’m calling the police now.”
“No, no, no!” Xu Fang frantically stopped her.
Fu Jiaxi narrowed her eyes. “Tell me the truth.”
The truth was harsh, beyond her imagination.
Fu Jiaxi felt a lump in her throat, unable to fathom how such vile people existed.
At this point, Xu Fang clutched her hand, crying and pleading, “Xi Xi, please, you have to help your younger brother.”
Fu Jiaxi didn’t hesitate for a second. She pulled her hand away and coldly replied, “I can’t help. You’ll have to fend for yourselves.”
Xu Fang immediately burst into wails in the hospital corridor, uncaring of others’ stares. Yuan Dingguo, furious, slapped his thigh and staggered back onto a bench, head bowed, silent and sullen.
If Fu Jiaxi said she wouldn’t help, then she wouldn’t.
After paying the 10,000 yuan, she refunded all the money Bai Duo had transferred to her.
At first, Xu Fang still cried and played the victim, but when she realized Fu Jiaxi was truly resolute, she began hurling veiled insults.
Stingy, heartless, cold-blooded…
“Enough! Shut up!” Yuan Dingguo rose shakily from the bench, his voice squeezed out like water through a narrow bottleneck.
Xu Fang, enraged, shouted back, “Why can’t I say it, you ungrateful wretch!”
Slap! The sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh silenced the noise.
Xu Fang covered her face, completely stunned.
Yuan Dingguo’s slap not only knocked her back but also left him unsteady on his feet.
Xu Fang, feeling wronged, screamed and furiously pounded on her husband. “Yuan Dingguo, you bastard! How dare you hit me, how dare you!”
Meanwhile, Fu Jiaxi remained a silent observer throughout the chaos.
She stood like still water at the center of a storm, untouched by even a ripple.
Just as the scene descended into utter disarray, a warm palm gently pressed against Fu Jiaxi’s back.
She turned her head—Yue Jincheng was already standing beside her.
“How did you get here?”
“Something happened on your end. How could I not come?” Yue Jincheng’s expression was grave. His words were kind, but his demeanor betrayed no joy.
Seeing Yue Jincheng, Xu Fang reignited her hopes and began crying louder, trying to draw attention.
Yue Jincheng took a step forward.
Fu Jiaxi grabbed his hand. “Don’t interfere.”
Her tone was cold, restrained, and laced with obvious disdain.
Yue Jincheng patted the back of her hand. “I know what I’m doing.”
The driver waited outside the hospital. “President Yue instructed that you be taken to the hotel to rest.”
Fu Jiaxi, exhausted after a long day, indeed lacked energy.
She leaned back in the car seat. The driver was unfamiliar—not one of his usual company drivers.
When asked how Yue Jincheng knew about the situation, the driver explained, “President Yue was at a business dinner when he received a call. He’d been drinking and couldn’t drive, so he borrowed me from President Wang to help him.”
The call had come from Bai Duo.
Bai Duo would always be her loyal and steadfast friend.
“Yue Jincheng, are you really the father of her child?! Jiaxi is so desperate for money that she had to ask me for help—do you even have any balls?!”
Yue Jincheng, baffled, stormed into Xinchang bare-chested in the freezing cold without even grabbing his coat.
Fu Jiaxi tilted her head, silently gazing out the car window.
The night lights of the small county were surprisingly dazzling, flowing past her eyes frame by frame.
That night, she slept alone in the hotel room. Yue Jincheng didn’t come. Perhaps he returned too late, fearing he might disturb her rest, so he booked another room.
Fu Jiaxi texted him, asking if he was awake.
Yue Jincheng replied: Still at the hospital.
Xu Fang’s attitude had done a complete 180 compared to the previous day. Yuan Dingguo’s spirits had also improved, and he kindly asked if she was hungry or had eaten breakfast.
Fu Jiaxi realized something. “Is the matter resolved?”
Xu Fang said, “Dad of Jia Yi is truly capable. Just a few words, and the other party agreed not to bother us anymore.”
Yuan Dingguo sighed. “We’ve caused you so much trouble. We absolutely cannot keep the medical fees he paid. Once your aunt withdraws the money, we’ll return it to Dad of Jia Yi.”
Xu Fang looked at Fu Jiaxi with relief. “You’ve always been stubborn on the outside but soft-hearted inside. I knew you wouldn’t abandon us.”
Fu Jiaxi’s expression darkened, her gaze as cold as frost on leaves. “This time, I’m both stubborn and hard-hearted. I won’t lift a finger for Yuan You. Auntie, don’t thank the wrong person.”
As Yue Jincheng approached, Fu Jiaxi didn’t spare him a glance and brushed past him.
“Jiaxi.” Yue Jincheng chased after her and grabbed her arm.
Fu Jiaxi shook him off, fuming. “Didn’t I tell you not to meddle in their affairs? If you’re so eager to play the hero, why don’t you adopt them as your own children?! With all your wealth and power, they’ll never abandon you!”
Yue Jincheng frowned. “Calm down.”
“Why should I calm down?” Fu Jiaxi sneered. “I’m perfectly calm. But you—why do you insist on being so charitable, twisting right and wrong? Do you even know why Yuan You got beaten? Let me tell you, this little bastard deserved to be beaten to a pulp. It’ll serve him right so he doesn’t forget the pain and repeat his vile behavior.”
After a pause, Yue Jincheng said, “I know.”
The story was embarrassing.
Yuan You, that despicable brat, had gotten involved with a woman who came from out of town to manage construction projects.
The woman was wealthy, owning shares in several building material companies. In her early thirties, she was voluptuous and charming.
She had a husband and three children, one of whom was from a previous marriage.
Yuan You, fearless and shameless, openly flaunted his affair with the female boss—going to hotels in broad daylight, acting brazenly and without restraint.
Eventually, the woman’s husband found out, gathered a group of men, and caught the two in the act in Xinchang, beating Yuan You nearly to death.
Xu Fang and Yuan Dingguo hesitated to tell Fu Jiaxi the truth—not out of embarrassment, but out of fear.
They feared her temper would flare up, and she’d refuse to help altogether.
Yue Jincheng’s simple acknowledgment—”I know”—ignited Fu Jiaxi’s fury.
“You knew and still helped?! Do you have any principles? Any sense of reason or decency?!”
“Jiaxi, calm down.”
“Hmph, Yue Jincheng, have you been brainwashed by them too? Do you think you’re some noble hero, or are you just indulging in self-righteousness?” Fu Jiaxi seethed. “Why do you unconditionally help them? And why do they feel entitled to summon you at will?”
“The most important thing is solving the problem.”
“It’s their problem—they should solve it themselves!”
Yue Jincheng remained calm and rational. “Do you think they can solve it? If they can’t, they’ll only keep bothering you, troubling you. Can you truly let go?”
“I can!”
“If you truly could, you wouldn’t have rushed here the moment you received their call.”
Yue Jincheng continued, “You’re angry, you’re upset—you have every right to vent. If you want to kill Yuan You, I’ll hand you the knife. But Jiaxi, do you think that’s necessary? You’re already letting them affect you—your anger, your frustration. Cutting your losses now, stepping away completely, and ensuring they no longer disrupt your life is the wise choice.”
Fu Jiaxi fell silent.
The storm on her face gradually subsided.
“Alright, Jiaxi. Leave it to me.” Yue Jincheng reached out, attempting to pull her into his embrace.
Fu Jiaxi coldly and decisively shook off his hand.
Her eyes brimmed with a faint wetness, and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She was trying her hardest to hold back, fearing she would burst into tears at any moment.
Yue Jincheng panicked. “Jiaxi.”
Fu Jiaxi looked at him with tear-filled eyes, not shedding tears but rather the overwhelming grievances that her heart could no longer contain.
“What I’ve always wanted isn’t freedom from worries—it’s... it’s...”
Her voice quivered, choked with emotion, unable to continue.
Yue Jincheng froze for a moment.
Fu Jiaxi wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, stubbornly brushing past him despite the tears clinging to her lashes.
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“Mom, do you want an apple? How about some fries?” Yue Jia Yi proudly presented a model airplane he had assembled, making it zoom through the air. “Zoom, zoom, a private jet has come to take Mom on a trip!”
Fu Jiaxi playfully tickled his little hand. “Wow, our Jia Yi already has a private jet?”
Yue Jia Yi said, “Mom, when I grow up, I’ll buy you a big villa, and we won’t live with stinky Dad anymore.”
Fu Jiaxi wanted to laugh. “What betrayal is this? Wasn’t he your good dad just yesterday?”
“Because Dad made you unhappy, so today he’s stinky.” Yue Jia Yi, sharp and empathetic, reasoned, “Mom, will you and Dad be together?”
Fu Jiaxi replied, “Dad and Mom are always together in the sense of being parents.”
She reassured him gently, ensuring her son felt secure.
“No. If Dad makes you unhappy, then Mom shouldn’t be with this Dad. You can find me a new dad instead,” Yue Jia Yi was more “mature” than she had imagined.
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “Sweetie, you’re too quick to switch sides.”
“Dad has lots of money, and many people respect him, fear him, and love him—he won’t be too miserable. But Mom is different. Mom is a little princess who shouldn’t work too hard. There should be a really good uncle who takes care of you—I’ll feel better then.”
“Really?” Fu Jiaxi smiled softly, turning her face away as she tried to hold back her tears.
Yue Jia Yi was exceptionally well-behaved tonight, quietly keeping her company. Even while sleeping, his small hand tightly clutched her finger.
Looking at her child’s sleeping face, his long curled lashes, and his steady breathing, the deep connection of bloodline stirred something profound within her, healing all the weariness and burdens of the day.
After tidying up the house for a while, her phone vibrated on the table.
A neighbor had sent her a text:
“Hi, when I got home from work, I saw someone sitting outside your door. Be careful, little sister. Call me if anything happens.”
Fu Jiaxi was startled and a bit nervous.
She peeked through the peephole—it was Yue Jincheng.
Fu Jiaxi quickly opened the door.
He wasn’t prepared and stumbled in, along with the bouquet of flowers.
The vibrant roses, having waited for so long, had slightly wilted petals. Their once bold posture now seemed pitiful in the quiet night.
Fu Jiaxi frowned and reached out to help Yue Jincheng up. “Did you hurt yourself? Why didn’t you come in? You know the password.”
Yue Jincheng said, “I didn’t dare.”
After a day of running around, his fatigue was evident in his eyes.
He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, even the cashmere sweater hadn’t been changed.
Fu Jiaxi glanced at the roses. “Did you pick these from your rose garden late at night?”
Yue Jincheng replied, “I picked them last time, but they hadn’t bloomed yet. These were ordered from a flower shop.”
Fu Jiaxi said casually, “No wonder—they’re wilting.”
“It’s my fault for not taking good care of them. All my fault,” Yue Jincheng apologized softly. “I was wrong.”
His words carried double meanings, carefully chosen.
Fu Jiaxi’s throat tightened, and she turned her face away, tears spilling uncontrollably. Perhaps it wasn’t just this incident—it was years of buried grievances finally surfacing.
Yue Jincheng pulled her into a tight embrace, his palm stroking her back. “I thought doing what was best for you meant solving your problems. I overlooked the fact that what you needed wasn’t about right or wrong—it’s that no matter what, I should always stand by your side, unconditionally.”
Yesterday, during their argument in Xinchang, the words she had wanted to say but couldn’t—tearfully—he had spoken for her.
In that instant, Fu Jiaxi’s tears flowed freely, and she sobbed in his arms, releasing everything.
A long, long time ago, if only his trust and love had been just a little more, a little firmer, a little more passionate...
Fu Jiaxi, like a deeply wronged child, finally felt vindicated.
“From now on, will you do whatever I say?” she asked through tears.
“Yes.”
“If I tell you to go east, will you never go west?” She was being deliberately unreasonable, testing her place in his heart.
“Yes.”
“Will you listen to everything I say?”
“Yes.” Yue Jincheng held her tightly, patiently soothing her, his voice low. “I’ll listen to you during the day, and even more so at night.”
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