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Fu Jiaxi and Liu Yun accompanied Yu Yanqing on a four-day business trip to Shanghai.
Yu Yanqing introduced them to experts from the trading department of the Shanghai Futures Exchange, and they gained a great deal of knowledge.
Every opportunity he offered was substantive and sincere, with the genuine hope that Fu Jiaxi would learn and grow.
Fu Jiaxi was deeply grateful.
This man, who preferred solitude, was aloof, quiet, and reserved—never seeking recognition or speaking empty words—had given so much without reservation.
What she could give back to him was ensuring his efforts weren’t in vain.
So she worked hard, approaching every task with seriousness, gratitude, and appreciation for each opportunity.
The four days in Shanghai were like a whirlwind of ideas.
While washing her hair, Fu Jiaxi discovered a strand of silver-gray hair.
She took a photo and posted it on her social media:
“Attended an appointment in Shanghai; upon returning, I am no longer the same youth.”
There were many comments.
Bai Duo: Wow, this silver is so unique—I love it! Our little Xi Xi can definitely pull it off!
Uncle: Take care of yourself.
Liu Yun: Gray hair in youth means no worries in old age. Roll up your sleeves and keep working hard.
Yu Yanqing didn’t leave a comment but gave it a like.
Yue Jincheng quickly called via video. In the frame were both him and Yue Jiayi. Father and son had small faces, leaving plenty of blank space in the frame.
“Good evening, Mommy,” Jiayi’s young voice chimed. “Where’s Uncle Yu?”
Yue Jincheng was speechless.
This son of his… all those years of raising him for nothing.
Fu Jiaxi stifled a laugh. “Uncle Yu is busy with work. He can’t chat with you right now.”
Yue Jincheng sent his son away. “Go finish building your LEGO set.”
Amused, Fu Jiaxi teased, “Why are you so petty with your son? President Yue, your image as a doting father is crumbling.”
Yue Jincheng replied, “My current image is that of a jealous husband.”
“Ex,” Fu Jiaxi added pointedly.
“…”
“But there’s a high chance of reinstatement, President Yue. Work hard!”
Yue Jincheng was helpless against her, his emotions easily swayed. In front of the person he loved, he didn’t need to pretend, scheme, or restrain himself. In a way, Fu Jiaxi offered him a small island where he could retreat from the harshness of the world.
Just as satisfaction began to settle, Jiayi, sitting on the carpet building his LEGO, suddenly piped up, “Mommy, tell Uncle Yu to work hard too!”
Yue Jincheng turned to scold him lightly, “You little rascal.”
“All right, don’t argue with the child. I’ll be back tomorrow to back you up.”
Yue Jincheng chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Who exactly shouldn’t argue with the child?”
Fu Jiaxi’s tone was playful as she deliberately zoomed the camera closer. “President Yue, why don’t you come handle me?”
Her collarbones and jawline were elegant, her skin fair. The loose shirt-style pajamas draped over her hinted at well-shaped legs beneath.
Yue Jincheng: “Are you not afraid I’ll take the last flight to Shanghai tonight?”
“The last flight is already gone. Only morning flights are available.”
“Then the morning flight.” Yue Jincheng said calmly. “Perfect timing—I’ll wake up early and do it once.”
“…” Knowing him, it wasn’t impossible. Fu Jiaxi quickly intervened. “All right, stop fooling around. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Yue Jincheng smirked. “I know. I’ll be at the airport to pick you up on time. Not the Maybach this time—switching to the Bentley.”
“Hmm?”
“The Bentley has more space, a wider partition, and better soundproofing.”
“…”
“What kind of expression is that? So improper.” Yue Jincheng frowned. “I meant—it’s convenient for discussing work. I want to hear about your gains from the Shanghai trip in detail.”
Fu Jiaxi, flustered, retorted, “Fine. If you say anything unrelated to work tomorrow or do anything outside of work, you’re a pig.”
Yue Jincheng lowered his head appropriately. “No need to wait until tomorrow. I’m already a pig.”
A calm night, two cities, two people exchanging light-hearted banter, planting interesting flowers in each other’s worlds—different varieties, testing the waters, carefully approaching, seeking the possibility of peaceful coexistence.
A brief silence followed, the sound of breathing intermingling through the phone line.
When the heart is at ease, physical presence isn’t necessary.
Closeness of the heart is enough.
Fu Jiaxi whispered softly, “See you tomorrow. I miss you.”
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The next day, Fu Jiaxi woke up relatively early and went to the third floor for breakfast, only to find Yu Yanqing had beaten her to it.
Boiled eggs, coffee, unsweetened millet porridge, and a vegetable salad.
Yu Yanqing’s meal was strikingly similar to Yue Jincheng’s.
“Sit.” Yu Yanqing handed her his tablet. “Take a look.”
The intraday chart of copper and zinc after midnight, with formulas written by Yu Yanqing, accurately and objectively presented the volume-to-price ratio.
Fu Jiaxi noticed something. “At 1:05 AM and 1:11 AM, large buy orders flooded in, driving prices up, but only for less than three minutes before plummeting back to pre-buy levels. This phenomenon has occurred multiple times.”
“Five times,” Yu Yanqing said.
“Can we trace which institution placed the buy orders?”
“The IP is overseas, but it’s registered under the name of a small domestic company—unknown and obscure.” Yu Yanqing explained. “It could also be a hedging operation or an internal buying strategy.”
“For example?” Fu Jiaxi asked.
“Two risk exposures, simultaneous procurement and sales, but inventory exceeds sales volume.”
“In a certain period, they want to purchase more while output is low, naturally aiming for lower market prices.” Fu Jiaxi understood. “They crash the price and use a few dozen seconds to complete the purchase. But the risks are enormous. What if there are too many buy orders and insufficient funds?”
“Fortune favors the bold. With a 50% probability, people are willing to take the gamble.” Yu Yanqing said. “Human nature is inherently self-centered.”
“Believing they will surely be the survivors,” Fu Jiaxi added.
Yu Yanqing nodded approvingly. “I’ll continue to track it. You should also record the data and write daily analysis reports. In case of any sudden incidents, you’ll be able to report clearly and promptly to your superiors.”
In Bofeng’s futures hedging account, there was over 200 million yuan in margin for short selling.
Yu Yanqing was warning them of potential risks.
Although the current market trends aligned with their earlier predictions, nothing was absolute.
“I’ll leverage industry connections to conduct a background check on this Y Company. During this time, let’s stay in constant contact.” Yu Yanqing was exceptionally attractive when focused on work.
Dedicated, determined, and purposeful.
He was an excellent partner, capable of motivating Fu Jiaxi, providing appropriate urgency, and making her feel driven. He understood her strengths and weaknesses, knowing how to guide her to self-discovery.
Their return flight departed at 4 PM and was scheduled to arrive around 7 PM.
The mental exertion of these past few days had been exhausting.
Fu Jiaxi fell into a deep sleep aboard the plane.
Unaware, her head tilted downward, slowly slipping.
It felt as though a warm, broad palm gently supported her face, faintly carrying the scent of woody perfume.
Perhaps she was sleeping too deeply—it must have been an illusion in her dream.
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At 7:10 PM, Yue Family Villa.
Yue Jincheng brought Yue Jiayi over for dinner. He had an international call to discuss contract details. Though summer had arrived, the recent typhoon influence caused fluctuating nighttime temperatures. The butler brought a knitted cardigan and carefully draped it over Yue Jincheng’s shoulders.
Yue Jincheng nodded in thanks while on the call.
After glancing around and not seeing Jiayi, he covered the phone slightly and quietly asked, “Where’s Jiayi?”
“The young master is upstairs building LEGO. Don’t worry.”
Yue Jincheng picked up another private phone and sent Fu Jiaxi a message: “Did the driver pick you up?”
The villa buzzed with activity, yet beneath its polished surface simmered tension and chaos.
In one corner, the younger generation gathered around a lively card game, their laughter echoing through the halls. Wan Yu stood by awkwardly, trying to follow along but failing miserably. Even Yue Mingxin’s teenage niece, who had attempted to explain the rules twice, finally gave up in exasperation: “Auntie, your comprehension skills are terrible.”
Wan Yu was left speechless, retreating quietly as shame burned her cheeks. She wandered toward the side parlor, where Mingxin’s clique sipped floral tea and nibbled on delicate pastries. But sensing the frosty atmosphere, she quickly decided against joining them—it would only invite more discomfort.
Bored and restless, she sought out her husband, Yue Yunzong.
On the second-floor terrace, Yue Yunzong was deep in conversation over the phone, his frustration evident. As he turned around, Wan Yu approached with a tray of sliced pears, her voice gentle and solicitous. “It’s so dry today. Have some pear to soothe your throat.”
Her timing couldn’t have been worse. Irritated by the interruption, Yue Yunzong seized the opportunity to vent. From the table, he grabbed a stack of bills and tossed them lightly onto the tray. “What did you buy this time? Look at these charges!”
Wan Yu hesitated, her voice trembling. “It was just… I went shopping with Mrs. Li last week. I bought two bags.”
“Two bags for over a million yuan?” Yue Yunzong’s brow furrowed deeply.
“Mrs. Li—you know her husband does business with you. She bought several herself and kept insisting I do the same. I didn’t want to embarrass you.” Wan Yu’s explanation faltered under his glare.
Mrs. Li was no ordinary woman—proud and domineering. To appear hesitant or stingy in front of her would only invite ridicule behind closed doors.
Already irked by the failed negotiation, Yue Yunzong snapped. “You think buying a few more bags will make people look at you differently? It’s not about spending money—it’s your mindset that’s wrong. Instead of learning from the right examples, you indulge in vanity and competition. Pathetic.”
Humiliated, Wan Yu shot back, her voice rising despite her fear. “And what exactly should I learn? Are you implying I should be like Fu Jiaxi? Well, guess what—I can’t and never will! If you wanted someone to help you in your career, why did you choose me in the first place? Don’t act like I tricked you into marrying me. Now you’re criticizing me left and right!”
This was the first time she had openly challenged him.
Yue Yunzong’s anger boiled over. His face cold, his words sharp, he spat, “Whether you tricked me or not, you know it well. I’ve chosen not to call you out, and here you are, acting entitled. Let me tell you something, Wan Yu—I married you, and I can divorce you just as easily. Don’t think I’m Yue Jincheng, clinging to some outdated notion of loyalty and devotion at my age. Keep dreaming!”
With that, he strode away without a backward glance.
Wan Yu felt as though all strength had drained from her body. Leaning heavily against the wall, she struggled to stay upright.
Downstairs in the garden, the crowd buzzed with excitement. Someone had arranged a small fireworks display, and everyone eagerly awaited the show. Yue Mingxin, ever the social butterfly, glided effortlessly through the throng, her confidence radiant, her charm magnetic.
Wan Yu watched from an upstairs window, torn between envy and despair. Closing the window, she felt the imbalance within her grow sharper. Why did Fu Jiaxi receive so much respect and love? Why was she treated with such admiration while Wan Yu remained perpetually overlooked?
In the garden below, nearly every family member and guest was present—all except Yue Jiayi.
Forcing herself to compose her emotions, Wan Yu prepared to join the gathering downstairs. But before she could take more than a few steps, she paused, then retreated back into the hallway.
Nearby was a small tearoom, typically used for hosting guests. Inside, Yue Jiayi knelt on the carpet, fully absorbed in assembling a LEGO castle. Clad in a baseball jacket and training shoes, Jiayi embodied the best traits of both his parents. His presence seamlessly blended with the opulent decor, clearly the cherished prince of the household.
Despite having three brothers in their prime, the Yue family had only one grandchild.
Something twisted flickered in Wan Yu’s mind. What if, one day, she too could have a child—a child who might inherit the same boundless affection and expectations as Jiayi?
What if her child became the first—and only—grandson of the Yue family?
Her heart raced at the sudden thought, filling her with both anticipation and unease.
“Uncle Wan, come see the big castle I’m building!” Jiayi noticed her immediately, his enthusiasm infectious. He eagerly showed off his creation. “This is a European-style castle. There’s a bat here, and this floor is for Mommy, Daddy, and me. This one’s for guests.”
Wan Yu crouched beside him, feigning interest. “And what about this floor?”
“This one’s for you, Uncle Wan,” Jiayi replied cheerfully. “See? The bed is even pink! If you prefer another color, I can change it for you.”
Jiayi had been raised impeccably—polite, thoughtful, outgoing, and empathetic. He was the quintessential “other people’s child,” admired by all.
Even after years of Fu Jiaxi’s divorce from Yue Jincheng, Wan Yu had never heard a single negative word about her among the circle of wealthy wives. Instead, they praised her endlessly, particularly for how well she had raised Jiayi.
The more Wan Yu thought about it, the more unfair and unbearable it seemed.
“Uncle Wan, do you like cake? My mommy makes the yummiest little cakes. Next time, I’ll bring you some to try, okay?” Jiayi’s voice was sweet, like perfectly whipped cream.
Wan Yu smiled faintly. “Jiayi really loves your mommy, doesn’t he?”
“Of course! Who wouldn’t love their own mommy?” Jiayi answered without hesitation, still focused on his castle. “Mommy is amazing to me. She’s my mommy—the prettiest, best mommy ever.”
Such a perfect mother-son relationship, seemingly unbreakable. Was it truly impenetrable?
Wan Yu’s lips curved into a sinister smile as she gently touched Jiayi’s ear. “But you know what? I heard something about your mommy. Something she might not have told you…”
“My mommy loves me very much!” Jiayi declared firmly.
After a moment, curiosity got the better of him. Setting down his LEGO pieces, he looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. “Uncle Wan, what did my mommy say?”
Wan Yu swallowed hard, staring not at the child but at the warped reflection of her own jealousy. “Didn’t your mommy tell you? When you were first in her tummy, she… didn’t want you.”
“What do you mean, ‘didn’t want me’?” Jiayi’s voice wavered slightly.
“She originally planned to get rid of you,” Wan Yu continued mercilessly. “‘Getting rid of you’ means going to the hospital to remove you from her belly. She didn’t want you to be her baby.”
Jiayi blinked, confusion and hurt clouding his young eyes. Tears began to well up. “Why would Mommy do that?”
“Because she didn’t want you,” Wan Yu pressed on cruelly. “She wanted a different baby to be her son. But your daddy and grandpa insisted on keeping you, so she reluctantly agreed.”
Jiayi sat frozen, his small mind struggling to process the weight of her words.
Seized by vengeance, Wan Yu delivered the final blow. “So, Jiayi, your mommy doesn’t actually love you as much as you think.”
BANG! CRASH!
The door slammed open, rebounding loudly against the wall.
“Wan Yu! Are you even human anymore?!”
Fu Jiaxi hurled her bag at Wan Yu, charging forward to grab her by the hair and force her head back.
“AHHH! IT HURTS!! What are you doing?!” Wan Yu screamed shrilly.
Fu Jiaxi slapped her hard across the face. “What am I doing? You tell me what YOU’VE done! How dare you say such things to a child?! Do you even have a heart?! If you have issues with me, come after me directly!”
Terrified, Wan Yu screamed for help.
Jiayi, witnessing the scene, burst into uncontrollable tears. “WAHHH!”
Heart wrenching, Fu Jiaxi forced herself to regain composure and rushed to comfort her son. Despite her fury, her touch remained restrained and gentle.
“Jiayi, sweetheart,” she murmured, pressing her chin to his tiny head. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “It’s okay. Go outside for a bit. Find Daddy.”
But Jiayi clung to her leg, sobbing and calling for her. Kissing his tear-streaked face, Fu Jiaxi reluctantly placed him aside and stepped back into the tearoom.
Realizing the gravity of her actions, Wan Yu scrambled toward the door, desperate to escape. But the Yue family members had already gathered upstairs, watching silently as Fu Jiaxi dragged Wan Yu back inside by the arm.
SLAM!
The door shut forcefully behind them.
Muffled sounds of struggle and Fu Jiaxi’s furious questioning echoed from within.
“Daddy…” Jiayi buried his face in Yue Jincheng’s arms, crying inconsolably.
Yue Jincheng scooped him up, pressing a reassuring hand to his head. “Don’t be afraid. Daddy’s here.” Turning to Mingxin, he ordered curtly, “Take him downstairs.”
As Mingxin hurriedly carried Jiayi away, panic rippled through the onlookers. “Quick, break the door! She’s so violent! Wan Yu might get killed!”
“Yes, yes! Someone strong, kick the door open!”
Yue Jincheng barked sharply, “Who dares?!”
Silence fell instantly.
He stood tall and imposing, radiating an aura of authority and menace. Any further protest would unleash chaos.
Beyond the door, the sounds of conflict grew quieter.
Minutes later, Wan Yu’s cries of pain subsided.
CLICK.
The door opened slowly.
Fu Jiaxi emerged, her hair disheveled, her face pale. She moved with deliberate slowness, each step weighed down by pain.
Behind her, Yue Yunzong arrived, raising his arm to lunge at her. “Fu Jiaxi, I’ve tolerated you long enough!”
Yue Jincheng intercepted him, delivering a swift punch to his jaw.
In that moment, the veneer of civility shattered. The once-calm household descended into absurdity and chaos, like a discordant symphony spiraling out of control.
Ignoring the commotion, Fu Jiaxi endured the searing pain in her back and descended the stairs in silence. Without a word, she took Jiayi from Mingxin’s arms.
“Jiaxi,” Mingxin called softly.
Fu Jiaxi’s expression remained blank as she walked away.
Yue Jincheng chased after her. “Jiaxi!”
Reaching for her hand, he was met with a forceful shove.
Tears streaming down her face, Fu Jiaxi collapsed emotionally. “Don’t touch me! None of you in the Yue family are good people!!”
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