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◎After all these years, I’m still here with you in the rain.◎
Fu Jiaxi’s sudden outburst left the little one in her arms trembling, stifling his sobs as his face crumpled into a knot of distress.
Yue Jincheng kept his voice low, his tone heavy. “My driver is right outside. You’re not in the right state to drive. Tell Li where you want to go, and I won’t disturb you without your permission.”
With a child in tow, Fu Jiaxi didn’t resist. She silently held him close and left.
Inside the villa—
Everyone held their breath, no one daring to intervene. Yue Jincheng remained in the garden, not stepping inside. Meanwhile, Wan Yu clung to her husband, sobbing uncontrollably. “I was only trying to be caring! I didn’t mean anything by it!”
Someone asked, “What exactly did you say?”
“I just repeated something I heard from others. I thought I was doing her a favor by telling Jiaxi. I never expected her to react so strongly.” Wan Yu’s tears streaked her face, her expression pitiful and fragile. “It’s all my fault. I meant well but ended up causing trouble. Jiaxi must have misunderstood me.”
Yue Yunzong coldly snapped at her. “If you don’t know what to say, then don’t say anything. You should’ve known better than to test her sensitivity. This is entirely your own fault.”
At this critical moment, he naturally sided with his own.
The gathered relatives and friends fell silent, fully aware of the situation.
This was a stance that gave no ground. When Yue Jincheng returned to confront them later, the scene would undoubtedly be unimaginable.
But Yue Jincheng never returned to the villa.
The butler reported that he had driven off himself.
Wan Yu felt an immense sense of relief, clinging tightly to her husband’s hand like a frightened bird seeking shelter.
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On the way home, Yue Jiayi seemed fine at first. But as soon as they arrived, he began resisting Fu Jiaxi.
He struggled fiercely to break free from her embrace, crying loudly. “Is what Auntie Wan said true? Why didn’t you want me?!”
Fu Jiaxi tried to explain. “Mommy does want you. I’m still your mom, and you’re still my baby.”
Yue Jiayi: “But in the beginning, you didn’t want me to be your baby!”
Fu Jiaxi patiently coaxed him, forcing a smile to calm the child. “You are my baby now. Haven’t I treated you like a prince? Look, Mommy bought you so many LEGO sets, took you out to play, read you stories, and helped you with crafts.”
“I don’t care!” Yue Jiayi cried, his face flushed red, his voice hoarse and strained. “You only do these things because I’m ‘your child’!”
“You are my child!”
“No!” Yue Jiayi clenched his tiny fists and shouted. “You wanted to get rid of me! You wanted to cut me out of your body with a scalpel! You didn’t want me to be your child!”
Yue Jiayi had always been a logical thinker, emotionally sensitive from a young age. Though he might not fully grasp the concrete meanings of words like “cut,” “scalpel,” or “abortion,” deep down, he believed these were evidence that his mother didn’t want him, didn’t love him, didn’t accept him.
Like every LEGO set he built, each step followed the instructions meticulously. One wrong move at the start meant everything that followed would be wrong.
Jiayi was a child with a strong sense of boundaries and rules. In his small world, there was an order, a system. He could accept his parents’ divorce, but he couldn’t accept that his mother once rejected him.
In an instant, the sun, moon, flowers, and hot air balloons in his little universe collapsed into ashes.
“Jiayi, Mommy didn’t reject you,” Fu Jiaxi’s voice trembled slightly, but she remained patient. “Calm down. Have some fruit, play with your LEGOs, okay?”
“No! No!” Jiayi reacted impulsively, pushing her away with all his might.
The little one’s strength caught her off guard, and she lost her balance, falling hard onto the floor. The impact jarred her tailbone, sending waves of dull pain through her body.
Fu Jiaxi was already mentally and physically exhausted.
Like a wound torn open, raw and bleeding, emotions surged uncontrollably within her. The balloon of frustration inside her swelled to its limit—POP! —and exploded.
“Yue Jiayi,” she said sternly, addressing him by his full name. “I am your mother, the person who has been with you day and night, every moment of your life. So why won’t you even give me a chance to explain? Why do you believe others’ words so blindly instead of mine? If you treat your mother like this,
don’t you think I feel hurt too?”
When emotions ran high, children refused to listen to reason and couldn’t tolerate any criticism.
Yue Jiayi broke down even further, wailing hysterically.
Fu Jiaxi was overwhelmed with frustration and anguish. Painful memories from the past resurfaced, challenging her self-control with their enduring destructive power.
“Stop crying! Stop crying!” Fu Jiaxi couldn’t help but raise her voice. “If you keep acting like this, Mommy will get angry too!”
Jiayi became even more hysterical.
Fu Jiaxi trembled all over, dizzy and disoriented, the sound of buzzing filling her ears.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hand rose instinctively, but the last shred of rationality pulled her back. Instead, her hands covered her face, muffling the silent flood of tears.
Yue Jiayi sobbed uncontrollably, seemingly possessed, unable to calm down no matter what.
Fu Jiaxi’s mind went blank.
She didn’t want to deal with anything, didn’t want to hear anything. Like a wooden statue, she walked into the room.
This wasn’t the right time to solve the problem.
One side refused to listen, the other was emotionally and physically drained.
Jiayi’s cries continued intermittently, refusing to subside.
Fu Jiaxi felt a failure she had never experienced before. Her heart was filled with sorrow, leaving no room for even a breath of relief.
Yes, what Wan Yu had said was indeed an undeniable fact.
Jiayi’s arrival had been both unexpected and inevitable.
Shortly after registering their marriage, she and Yue Jincheng stopped using contraception. She had assumed it would take at least a few months for things to fall into place. But to her surprise, she discovered she was pregnant before the month was even over.
At the hospital, the doctor estimated the time of conception.
Fu Jiaxi found it miraculous.
Before they registered their marriage, Yue Jincheng had always been proactive about taking precautions during their intimate moments.
The doctor reassured her. “Nothing in life is a hundred percent guaranteed. This baby has a special connection with you. You’re his chosen mother.”
Fu Jiaxi found it unbelievable yet felt an inexplicable softness bloom within her.
She had experienced a joyful period filled with hope and affection.
The early symptoms came sooner and hit harder than she had anticipated.
Fu Jiaxi suffered from severe morning sickness during her pregnancy. During that time, Yue Jincheng was extremely busy, secretly plotting his return to the Yue family to seize control. Yet, he canceled all work-related engagements to stay home and care for her.
Fu Jiaxi had never endured such suffering before. Clinging to him, she wept softly. “Was my mother this miserable when she gave birth to me? If only she were still here… She never got to enjoy any happiness from me. How could she leave so soon?”
Yue Jincheng kissed her gently on the forehead. “Mom never got to enjoy the happiness she deserved. Now, you’ll live every day happily with our child.”
Fu Jiaxi, emotionally sensitive, felt her nose sting and tears stream down her face.
“You too,” she said. “All the love and regrets your mother wanted to give you but couldn’t—I’ll give them to you.”
Yue Jincheng smiled. “You’ve already given me so much.”
The man’s broad, warm palm clasped hers, lightly resting atop her belly.
There, a tiny seed was taking root, sprouting and filling the voids in both their lives.
They had thought that from this starting point of healing, they would walk toward a bright future.
As Fu Jiaxi’s pregnancy symptoms eased, Yue Jincheng threw himself back into his busy schedule, frequently traveling abroad for work.
But one day, she suddenly developed a fever, her body aching and weak.
Fu Jiaxi was highly sensitive to physical discomfort. Even the slightest change was noticeable to her. Perhaps it was due to the heightened sensitivity brought on by pregnancy, or maybe it stemmed from her childhood experiences, which made her particularly anxious.
All the test results, especially the blood tests, indicated there was indeed a problem.
Fu Jiaxi’s heart raced easily, her breathing became short, and she would occasionally experience unexplained nosebleeds.
Knowing her medical history, the doctors’ expressions grew complex and grave.
Her persistent fever and repeated blood tests showed key indicators failing to return to normal levels.
Fu Jiaxi remained calm and asked, “Could I have leukemia?”
From a medical standpoint, the doctor gave an objective response. “It can’t be ruled out.”
Aside from numerous tests, the most direct and accurate method to confirm the diagnosis was a bone marrow biopsy.
However, Fu Jiaxi’s current physical condition clearly did not permit it.
After carefully reviewing her medical records, the doctor asked, “Do any of your relatives have a similar medical history?”
Fu Jiaxi paused. “My mother… she had endometrial cancer, but it was cured.”
Her parents had died in a car accident when she was very young, so she didn’t remember much. She had overheard this information during one of Zhuo Dingguo and Xu Fang’s arguments.
It was precisely because of this medical history that Xu Fang had been wary of Fu Jiaxi’s unexplained persistent fever.
Afraid that she might become a burden, Xu Fang had chosen to harden her heart and end things once and for all.
The doctor’s expression visibly grew heavier as he informed her that this placed her in the high-risk group with a family history.
At that moment, Fu Jiaxi remained unusually calm and asked, “If I am diagnosed, will my child be affected?”
“If so, definitely,” the doctor replied honestly.
Fu Jiaxi, burning with fever yet feeling an icy chill run from head to toe, felt a wave of coldness seep through her body.
At that time, Yue Jincheng was in the United States. When he received Fu Jiaxi’s call, she cried on the phone, leaving him anxious and disoriented.
She said she no longer wanted this child.
She would never have children again.
Yue Jincheng remained composed, without blame, without questioning, without erupting in anger. He quietly waited for her to vent and then booked the earliest flight back home.
When Fu Jiaxi woke up, he was already by her side.
In his arms, she cried uncontrollably.
Old scars resurfaced, one by one.
Yue Jincheng held her tightly, saying nothing, just holding her.
He said, “I will never abandon you when you need me.”
That was the first time in Fu Jiaxi’s life that she saw what “forever” truly looked like.
The intricate and vast network of relationships within the Yue family somehow caught wind of Fu Jiaxi’s words about not wanting the child. Yue Pu recalled Yue Jincheng, who bore everything silently, never mentioning a word of it to Fu Jiaxi.
Even later, when Fu Jiaxi’s low-grade fever subsided and all test results returned to normal, this experience remained a haunting nightmare that still sent chills down her spine whenever she thought of it.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want a child.
Rather, when faced with a second chance reminiscent of her childhood trauma, she chose to protect both her child and herself.
These events were like bricks, haphazardly smashing into her, causing her headaches and dizziness. With trembling hands, Fu Jiaxi fumbled through the drawer for medication to treat her old vertigo condition and hastily swallowed a pill.
After regaining some composure, Fu Jiaxi decided to talk to her son again.
She walked into the living room, only to find that the sofa was empty.
Fu Jiaxi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Jiayi.”
She searched every room, but in such a small space, there was no trace of Yue Jiayi.
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By the time Yue Jincheng arrived, Fu Jiaxi was already reviewing the surveillance footage.
She was calm, methodical, and even polite when communicating with others.
The surveillance footage repeatedly played at a specific timestamp, but there was no sign of Yue Jiayi.
“The stairwell is a blind spot for the cameras,” the property manager explained. “If the child took the elevator, we would definitely have captured it.”
Fu Jiaxi provided a very precise timeframe, significantly narrowing down the search.
“Of course, there is another possibility,” the property manager said gravely. “If the child used the stairs, went downstairs, or went up to the rooftop, they might not have been captured by the cameras.”
At the mention of “rooftop,” Fu Jiaxi’s face turned pale, and her faltering strength finally gave way as she collapsed.
Yue Jincheng quickly supported her, half-holding her close. “Don’t overthink it. I’m here.”
Tears streamed down Fu Jiaxi’s face. The mere thought of any possible scenario made it feel like her breath was being squeezed out of her lungs.
She muttered, her voice choked with sobs, “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
Yue Jincheng cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “Jiaxi. Fu Jiaxi. Listen to me. Our son will be fine. I’ve already sent people to look for him. He’s so young and has only been missing for a short time—he can’t have gone far.”
Silent tears rolled down Fu Jiaxi’s cheeks as her voice faltered. “What if… what if he went to the rooftop?”
“It won’t happen,” Yue Jincheng calmly analyzed, not offering empty reassurance. “If anything had happened on the rooftop, there would have been signs by now. Jiaxi, trust me. I will find our son.”
Beyond the surface-level connections, Yue Jincheng naturally had deep underground networks. This matter couldn’t be widely publicized; he held a prominent position, and if word got out, Jiayi might be safe now, but someone could exploit the situation.
Covert operations were underway, messages relayed through various channels, awaiting news.
Yue Jincheng led Jiaxi back home to rest. Her condition was dire, and he feared for her well-being.
Yue Jincheng stared at the entrance for a long time.
Suddenly, he turned his gaze to the room on the left, scrutinizing it with meticulous attention, guided by instinct. Slowly, he walked in, scanned the room, and his eyes landed on the built-in wardrobe door.
Yue Jincheng slowly opened the door.
Yue Jiayi was curled up inside, his red-rimmed eyes looking at him, seemingly aware of the gravity of his mistake, too scared to speak.
Only then did Yue Jincheng relax his taut nerves, his back drenched in layers of cold sweat.
“Yue Jiayi,” he said, suppressing his temper, his tone stern. “Come out.”
With his little head bowed, Jiayi silently obeyed.
“Come here,” Yue Jincheng commanded.
Jiayi shrank back, too frightened to meet his gaze.
Yue Jincheng raised his voice: “Go. Apologize to your mother.”
Jiayi burst into tears.
“What’s there to cry about?”
Yue Jincheng’s face was grim, though angry, he maintained composure, staying within a child’s acceptable pressure range, balancing strictness and leniency with reason.
“What right do you have to throw a tantrum at your mother? She endured so much to conceive, give birth, and sacrificed her time, pouring all her love into you these years. When you were sick, she was the most worried, holding you all night while you received injections. When you started kindergarten, she picked you up and dropped you off every day, read picture books with you, and did crafts together. She took you everywhere. For you, she even returned to her grandfather’s house, which she disliked so much.”
Jiayi blinked, golden tears stubbornly clinging to his lashes.
His defiant expression softened, his emotions significantly reined in.
Yue Jincheng spoke deliberately, “That is your mother. No matter what others say, she is the great mother who brought you into this world. You’ve never suffered a day in your life, growing up surrounded by everyone’s love, praised as a good child. Have you ever wondered why you’re seen as a ‘good child’ by others? No one is born likable. You are so good because your mother guided you, gave you the best education, the most patient companionship, and the most forgiving tolerance. She is the one person in this world who loves you unconditionally!”
Jiayi seemed to understand, or perhaps he had calmed down, vaguely realizing how wrong he had been toward his mother.
He sniffled, involuntarily daring to look at Yue Jincheng.
The flames of defiance in his eyes extinguished, replaced by a bright, obedient moon.
Yue Jincheng squatted down, aligning himself with his son, placing a hand on his shoulder, engaging in a man-to-man conversation on equal footing.
“Has Daddy ever told you that no matter what happens, the two of us must always stand by Mommy’s side? We must protect her, believe in her, and even if she makes mistakes, we must never hurt her.”
Jiayi nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
Yue Jincheng: “Did you do that today?”
Jiayi whispered, “I used to, but not today. I just… I just couldn’t accept that Mommy once didn’t want me…”
His voice choked on the last sentence.
“Would she have raised you into such a good child if she didn’t want you?” Yue Jincheng sternly corrected him. “Even if Mommy once had such thoughts, did you earnestly communicate with her, ask her why she felt that way? You didn’t even give her a chance to explain, instead throwing a tantrum. Okay, Daddy understands your reaction from your perspective. But! You ended up running away, disappearing? Tell me, is that appropriate? Would it hurt Mommy and Daddy’s hearts?”
Jiayi nodded silently, with great effort.
After a long pause, Yue Jincheng sighed softly, moving the hand on his son’s shoulder to his head, gently ruffling his hair. “So, what do you plan to do next? Daddy won’t force you. I’ll leave the room to you. Think it over and tell Daddy when you’re ready, okay?”
He left.
And gently, tenderly closed the door behind him.
Just a few steps away—
Click!
The lock turned urgently.
Jiayi, like a speeding cannonball, ran straight to Fu Jiaxi, sitting despondently on the couch.
“Mommy. Mommy.” Jiayi threw himself into her arms, hugging her with all his might. “Mommy, I’m sorry. I was a bad child today, worse than Li Panghu in class. Can you forgive me? I promise to eat two bowls of rice tomorrow to apologize.”
The dust in Fu Jiaxi’s eyes settled, and a gradually brightening dawn rose within her.
A withered branch began to sprout new buds.
She also felt like she had transformed back into a child, a helpless child who had suffered委屈.
Holding the tiny figure in her arms, she realized he was a part of her life, a fairy tale nurtured and cherished with all her love and care.
Looking at little Jiayi.
It was like seeing herself as a child, weathered by life’s changes and human warmth and coldness.
Fu Jiaxi felt embraced and healed by a strange power. She felt her heavy soul lifted by light, unconditional love, allowing her to withstand any storm.
Fu Jiaxi clung tightly to her son, choking back tears. “No matter what happens, Mommy will never, ever leave you.”
The chaotic, turbulent night was defeated by the warm glow of the lamp inside the house.
The hearts of three people quietly reconnected.
Yue Jincheng watched Fu Jiaxi silently.
He murmured softly, “And there’s me.”
After all these years.
Still here with you in the rain.
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