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◎Then can I be your Mr. Fu?◎
Yue Yunzong felt an unprecedented pressure.
After years of laying low, enduring hardships, and meticulously plotting, this was the moment he had been waiting for.
Yue Jincheng had climbed step by step from the deepest abyss, wielding a blood-stained blade, ready to deliver the final blow.
Yue Yunzong couldn’t even bring himself to look directly into his eyes.
Ruthless, resolute, unstoppable.
Jiao Rui checked the time and reported appropriately, “The CSRC investigation team will arrive in five minutes.”
Yue Jincheng spoke slowly, word by word. “I’m giving you two choices now.”
“The first: Under the name of Bofeng Group, you will unconditionally cooperate with the regulatory authorities’ investigation. All legal responsibilities arising afterward will be borne entirely by you personally. Afterward, I will convene a board meeting to form an internal resolution based on legal judgment. Finally, the results will be publicly announced across the entire group.”
Yue Yunzong’s breathing quickened, his voice hoarse. “You… you want to ruin me completely.”
Yue Jincheng corrected him, “Not me—it’s you who has tied your own noose. Of course, you have a second choice.”
Yue Yunzong’s gaze sharpened, regaining some semblance of composure as he stared blankly at him.
“I can help you deal with the investigation team. Internally, the group can also consider leniency. No leaks—your reputation as Yue’s esteemed second son remains intact.”
Yue Jincheng paused here, coldly watching the hope rekindling in the other man’s eyes.
“South China is the region that started latest, with the most complex situation, the most scattered loyalties, and the lowest technical level.”
Yue Yunzong clenched his fists tightly. “You want me to go to South China?”
“Not me. You’ll voluntarily step forward, willingly take on the role for the sake of Bofeng and the family business, opening new frontiers. Show all employees your resolve, set an example, and create value.”
Jiao Rui took a call and informed them promptly, “President Yue, the investigation team has arrived downstairs.”
Yue Jincheng nodded, then without another glance at Yue Yunzong, strode toward the door with long steps.
His hand reached for the office doorknob.
From behind, a trembling voice came. “I’ll go to the South China region.”
By the end of the afternoon trading session, zinc contracts closed 3.23% higher than the previous trading day, but experienced investors had already keenly noticed signs. In the last thirty seconds, the minute line ended with a long bearish candlestick.
This signaled the beginning of a collapse.
At 8:55 PM, during the pre-market auction, zinc contracts opened weakly with a drop greater than 5%, returning to normal logical operation. Bofeng’s hedging account had already reduced its floating losses by half.
Without any violent capital inflows pushing prices up, market panic spread quickly, resulting in clear one-sided downward momentum.
That night, Fu Jiaxi monitored the market until 2:30 AM.
When the market closed, the company’s account had returned to normal levels before the controlled trading period.
Fu Jiaxi’s heart remained calm as she closed her laptop and walked to the window, letting the night breeze caress her. The moon hung in the sky, stars shimmered, and the bustling city stretched endlessly below like a dense human tapestry.
She stood quietly, deep in thought.
She hadn’t contacted Yue Jincheng all day.
But now, she knew—he had won.
By 9:00 AM the next morning, when the domestic commodity market opened, zinc prices fell again, finally returning to normal. The account turned positive as investor panic triggered massive sell-offs, making it hard for the trend to reverse anytime soon.
On the same day, an internal announcement of personnel changes was released.
Yue Yunzong stepped down from his position as Vice President of Operations and was transferred to head the South China region.
People whispered about it, finding it strange. Anyone with eyes could see that, openly or covertly, this was a demotion.
Some directors opposed the move, but their voices were like pebbles tossed into a lake—ripples formed briefly, then disappeared without a trace.
Yue Yunzong never expected to receive the transfer order so quickly. Once he left, the position of Vice President of Operations would temporarily be handled directly by Yue Jincheng. When a new leader eventually took over, there would be no place for Yue Yunzong in the reform and innovation efforts.
That morning, dawn brimmed with vitality.
Yue Yunzong seemed to have accepted his fate, gradually coming to terms with the reality of victory and defeat.
His phone buzzed, and he received a new message.
After reading it, Yue Yunzong’s face changed instantly. His hands trembled, his eyes stiffened, and finally, he raised his arm high, smashing his phone against the wall.
“Yue Jincheng! You fucking liar!” He stormed to the president’s office, seeking confrontation.
Dressed sharply in a suit, his demeanor fierce and angry, there was no trace of the proud and arrogant Second Young Master of the Yue family.
“There was no CSRC! No inspection team! No investigators!” Yue Yunzong screamed, pounding the desk in a fit of rage. “You fucking tricked me!”
Yue Jincheng sat straight-backed, calm and handsome, coolly observing this impromptu meltdown.
“I don’t accept it, I don’t accept it! I—I won’t go to the South China region!” Yue Yunzong pounded the table, losing control.
“Whether you accept it or not, you’re going,” Yue Jincheng tilted his chin slightly, calmly and cruelly reminding him. “The process is complete, and all signatures are your voluntary act. If you want to become a laughingstock in the industry, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Yue Jincheng!!”
Yue Yunzong’s eyes were red, his breathing rapid and intense.
Behind him, his battle flag collapsed. Prosperity turned to ashes, and ultimately, he was utterly defeated.
Yue Jincheng’s gaze was as cold as the distant moon, sharp as a blade, shedding years of resentment and hatred.
“I originally wanted to leave you alone, since we both share the Yue surname, leaving each other some dignity. I said that if you knew your limits and stayed within bounds, I wouldn’t cut off your path. Blame yourself for rushing recklessly and digging your own dead end.”
Yue Yunzong was naturally unwilling and resentful.
In the office, he went mad, ranting and raving.
“What do you think you are?! Cuckolded by a woman and still treasuring her like a gem! Just a flirtatious wench who’s bewitched you! Big Brother, you’d better get a paternity test; don’t end up raising another man’s son.”
Yue Yunzong gradually lost control, attacking Yue Jincheng’s most painful points. “What is she, anyway! Cunning and deceitful, where does she show any decency of a woman! You indulge her, but don’t end up losing both talent and assets!”
Yue Jincheng’s face darkened like a foggy river, his hand gripping the edge of the desk tightly, knuckles turning pale.
Finally, he concluded softly, “Brother, save some energy. Don’t waste it all on me.”
There was a hidden meaning in his words, as if reminding him that the show wasn’t over yet.
The raging person finally left.
The room fell silent.
Yue Jincheng sank into his leather chair, looking desolate and somber.
Jiao Rui entered, softly asking about his evening plans.
Yue Jincheng slowly snapped out of his thoughts and instructed, “Back to the Yue residence for dinner.”
At the same time, Fu Jiaxi received his message.
“Keep your evening free for me. Accompany me to the Yue residence.”
Fu Jiaxi found it strange that he was actively asking, especially since he wanted her to join him at the Yue household.
But she agreed nonetheless.
This was likely the gloomiest dinner in recent years at this wealthy household.
Throughout the car ride, Yue Jincheng hardly spoke.
Fu Jiaxi hesitated several times to say something, but every time she glanced over and saw his composed expression, she inexplicably felt reassured.
Inside the villa, apart from the busy chefs and florists, a few relatives and friends were scattered around, standing or sitting. Even their greetings carried a cautious tone.
This family banquet was called by Yue Jincheng. Otherwise, given the current tense atmosphere at the Yue residence, no one would dare to attend.
As people gradually gathered, it was nearly time to eat, and the meal was about to begin.
Once they adapted, the atmosphere eased slightly.
But within two minutes, it was shattered by loud arguments.
On the second floor bedroom, Wan Yu cried and shouted, “Yue Yunzong, you bastard! You deceived me!”
Yue Yunzong must have tried to console her at first, but seeing it didn’t work and her agitation only increased, he lost his patience as well. “Are you annoying me? Arguing with me every single day!”
Wan Yu dragged him out of the bedroom, angrily shouting, “Shouldn’t I argue? What kind of human behavior is this?! Waaah!”
Yue Yunzong shook off her hand impatiently. “Why are you making such a big deal? Have you forgotten your place in this house? You eat my food, use my money, and your whole bunch of poor relatives exploit my name to make money outside—I’ve turned a blind eye to all of it. Wan Yu, don’t be ungrateful and try to lecture me!”
In the dining room, everyone watched and listened, calculating silently, but no one dared to intervene.
Because Yue Jincheng hadn’t spoken. Silence meant no one dared to meddle.
Fu Jiaxi suddenly realized.
Yue Jincheng had brought her here to watch the drama unfold and vent her frustrations.
Wan Yu was humiliated, her face red and neck flushed, feeling both wronged and furious. She rushed forward without restraint, grabbing Yue Yunzong’s arm tightly. “Yes! I do have so many poor relatives! But I didn’t hide that from you before we got married! What about you? You have a child outside! A bastard! Why did you hide that from me!!”
Her cries tore through the air—shattered, collapsing, unrestful.
Yue Yunzong showed no trace of guilt, only impatience and irritation.
“Even if I had told you before we got married, wouldn’t you still have accepted it eagerly? Maybe even sworn to be a gentle and inclusive stepmother who would treat the child as your own.” Yue Yunzong’s eyes were filled with contempt. “So, what difference does it make whether I told you or not? What, after marrying me, did you expect me to be a virgin? Have you been reading too many novels?”
Wan Yu’s face turned crimson, her whole body trembling.
She beat him wildly. “You deceived me! You liar! You’re not human!”
“Are you done yet!” Yue Yunzong exploded, his face dark as he clamped down on her wrist and flung her away. “Enjoying this theatrical performance, are you? I gave you an out, but you refused to take it, insisting on pushing things to the brink. Either settle down and live peacefully, or get out of the Yue family! Let me remind you—the prenuptial agreement we signed means you won’t get a single penny!”
With cold indifference, Yue Yunzong slammed the door and left.
Wan Yu stood frozen in place, tears streaming down her face, realizing everyone was silently watching her. Especially among them—Fu Jiaxi.
She stood by Yue Jincheng’s side, calm, her back straight, her gaze as tranquil as water. There was no mockery, no smugness. Yet, her expression, as blank as white paper, cut like a gleaming blade—not into flesh, but into pride.
Wan Yu instinctively grabbed at her hair twice, trying not to look too disheveled.
But then she thought about how she couldn’t even leave now because there wasn’t a car for her to use, and sadness welled up within her again.
Wan Yu collapsed, hugging her knees and sobbing.
What kind of life was this supposed to be?
“Hungry? Shall we eat now?” Yue Jincheng asked softly.
Fu Jiaxi shook her head. “Not hungry.”
“Then let’s go out to eat.”
Yue Jincheng took her hand and left calmly.
Before getting in the car, he instructed the butler, “Arrange a car to send her back home.”
He meant Wan Yu.
The summer air grew thicker, and the night breeze no longer carried a hint of coolness.
Fu Jiaxi opened her palm, catching, grasping, repeating the motion over and over.
At a red light, Yue Jincheng reached across the center console and held her hand. “Stop trying to catch the wind. Hold onto me instead.”
Even romantic words came easily to him now.
Fu Jiaxi smiled faintly and asked, “Did you bring me here for dinner knowing they would argue, letting me watch the show?”
Yue Jincheng hummed affirmatively. “My younger brother has always been arrogant and flirtatious, with plenty of romantic interests. A few years ago, a woman showed up at our doorstep with a child claiming paternity. It caused quite a stir back then, but Yue Puhui suppressed the matter. It was a little girl. Yue Yunzong acknowledged her and gave the mother a sum of money to send her away.”
Fu Jiaxi teased, “Why hasn’t anyone come to send me away?”
Yue Jincheng shot her a glance. “Who would dare?”
“If Yue Yunzong wanted to hide it, he surely could have. How did Wan Yu find out this time?”
“She needed to know when the time came,” Yue Jincheng said indifferently. “It’s necessary for her to experience the pain of being hit where it hurts most, so she can learn empathy and control her tongue in the future.”
Fu Jiaxi understood.
Yue Jincheng remembered the grievances endured by her and their son—he had to reclaim what was owed.
“In the future, neither you nor our son will suffer anymore.” He looked at her, tightening his grip on her hand.
Fu Jiaxi intended to return to Man Yuan to keep Zhou Xiaojun company and go directly to work the next morning.
Yue Jincheng still had official business to handle, so he dropped her off and drove away.
Night fell deeply; the temperature dropped, and the riverside breeze made her bare arms feel slightly cool in her short sleeves.
Yu Yanqing’s S450L was parked by the roadside, and Yue Jincheng pulled up beside him.
Same series, same brand color—a testament to how similar their tastes were.
“Thank you for your help this time,” Yue Jincheng expressed his gratitude openly.
Yu Yanqing: “Did you call me out just to say that?”
Yue Jincheng: “The words need to be said, the meal needs to be treated, and the drinks need to be shared.”
Yu Yanqing asked bluntly, “Are you bringing Fu Jiaxi?”
Yue Jincheng answered calmly, “She is family, so naturally, she’ll join me in thanking you.”
Yu Yanqing quietly withdrew his gaze, casting it toward the distant river surface, rippling slowly under the moonlight.
“I signed a service agreement with Bofeng. This is part of my job; no thanks are necessary.” Yu Yanqing said, “Conspiring with overseas capital to disrupt the market takes guts. If you hadn’t held firm and agreed to stop losses earlier, he would’ve won.”
Yue Jincheng knew what he was asking. “I’m taking full responsibility. I won’t let her suffer.”
Yu Yanqing chuckled softly. “Do you think she fears suffering? The moment she decided to help you, she was fearless of any consequences.”
Yue Jincheng paused, reluctant but forced to admit it.
Yu Yanqing truly understood Fu Jiaxi.
“I accept your gratitude, but there’s no need for dinner.” Yu Yanqing stood up, brushing dust off his thin shirt. “My cat is still in the car, so I won’t stay long.”
Yue Jincheng nodded. “Alright.”
The night was chilly, and the ferry horn echoed over the river like a solemn bell, its neon lights doing little to dispel the loneliness.
Yu Yanqing’s tall figure melded into the darkness.
For all these years, no matter where he roamed, only a cat awaited him.
—The moment she decided to help you, she was fearless of any consequences.
Reflecting on those words just spoken.
Yu Yanqing paused halfway, chuckling to himself.
Who isn’t like that?
—
A few days later, the National Development and Reform Commission, the State Administration for Market Regulation, and the CSRC jointly convened a meeting, vowing to intensify supervision and eliminate excessive speculation and market manipulation.
Fu Jiaxi didn’t know whether this meeting was related to Bofeng or how much effort Yue Jincheng had exerted behind the scenes to minimize the impact.
A week later, Yue Yunzong officially transferred to head the South China region. H Province was a four-hour direct flight from Jin City. He went alone, leaving Wan Yu behind in Jin City. Later, it was rumored that she caused two more disturbances, demanding to meet the illegitimate daughter. Fed up, Yue Yunzong had a lawyer draft a divorce agreement. Wan Yu immediately caved, becoming quiet and ceasing her tantrums.
In truth, Yue Yunzong hadn’t planned to divorce. For someone like him, even getting married once was troublesome enough.
During this period, Yu Yanqing monitored the market meticulously.
From market open until 2:30 AM, he never left the computer.
Liu Yun received his instructions: Prices had bottomed out and were expected to rebound soon. They should close profitable positions opportunistically.
Yu Yanqing’s operation points were precise. Fu Jiaxi executed buy-to-close orders on 70% of their positions at the designated level. By evening trading, when prices rose, Fu Jiaxi decisively cleared all remaining positions within two minutes of the market opening.
After completing the trades, prices skyrocketed.
Yu Yanqing called. “Hurry and close.”
Fu Jiaxi replied nonchalantly, “Already done. Teacher Yu, how’s your student? Did I hold you back at all?”
Yu Yanqing chuckled softly. “Already feeling proud, are we?”
“Teacher Yu, don’t be so aloof. Timely encouragement and praise are important too.”
After a pause, he murmured, “You must keep getting better. You will definitely keep getting better.”
Fu Jiaxi was momentarily stunned, moisture welling up in her eyes for reasons unknown.
By the time all the hedging data was compiled, it was undoubtedly another successful decision-making case.
Management held a summary and commendation meeting. Soon after, news spread that the group would establish a dedicated trading department—a truly visionary decision.
Fu Jiaxi was summoned to the office by the temporarily acting vice president overseeing operations.
Vice President Lin, the same age as Yue Jincheng, was small-framed and not particularly tall, but he was sunny, cheerful, and very talkative.
He smiled and said, “I’m merely a messenger, entrusted by someone else. The proposal for establishing the trading department has been drafted and will be presented at next week’s meeting. As for the department head, senior management unanimously favors you. Do you have any thoughts? Or plans for implementing your role? Any difficulties you need resolved—we can discuss them.”
In that moment, Fu Jiaxi felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Being recognized, affirmed, seen by countless eyes—it had been a long journey. Now, the goal adorned with flowers and applause beckoned to her.
After savoring this bittersweet victory fully, she raised her head, smiling brightly. “Thank you for the group’s cultivation and support. However, I am not the best candidate for the head of the trading department. I regretfully decline and apologize for any inconvenience caused.”
—
Later that evening, after tucking her son into bed, Fu Jiaxi emerged from the bathroom around ten o’clock. Her hair was still damp as she dried it, and when she looked up, she saw Yue Jincheng sitting quietly on the living room sofa.
He had access to the fingerprint lock, entering without a sound.
“How long have you been sitting there?” Fu Jiaxi asked softly.
Yue Jincheng simply held out his hand. “Come.”
As she approached, the humid fragrance of her hair enveloped him, and the ends of her strands brushed against the back of his hand like soft feathers, teasing both his skin and his heart.
Unable to resist, Yue Jincheng nuzzled her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.
“Stop, it tickles,” Fu Jiaxi laughed, trying to evade him.
“Why did you refuse?” Yue Jincheng seemed dissatisfied, punishing her with a gentle suck on her skin, leaving behind a small hickey.
“That position should go to Liu Yun. His professional ability, experience, and loyalty to the company are impeccable. Although he lacks in communication skills, for trading, that’s not a critical requirement.” Fu Jiaxi spoke objectively. “Sometimes, a position doesn’t necessarily need the most capable person. What it needs is an attitude, a beacon, a signal.”
“What kind of signal?”
“Fairness, impartiality, being seen, and having the right to be chosen. Promoting Liu Yun isn’t just about him—it’s about the thousands upon thousands of employees who work hard and strive tirelessly.”
After a long silence, Yue Jincheng chuckled.
He pulled Fu Jiaxi closer into his arms.
His girl was the best—unswayed by worldly conventions, unafraid of any hardship. No matter where she was in the world, even in barren soil or under overcast skies, she could still bloom vibrantly amidst the storms and thorns.
“If you’re not going to be the head of the department, then what do you want to be?”
Yue Jincheng’s thin lips grazed her cool earlobe ever so lightly. Her slender waist, caught in his arms, was pulled even tighter against him.
In a deep voice, he asked, “Would you like to continue being Mrs. Yue?”
“And if not?”
“Then can I be your Mr. Fu?”
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