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The next day, with nothing else to do, Fu Jiaxi accompanied Yue Jincheng to his personal training studio.
She had assumed it would just be some light running and strength exercises, but the intensity of the workout far exceeded her expectations. It wasn’t all about terrifying machines—instead, it involved dense, varied localized movements that targeted specific muscle groups.
Yue Jincheng worked up a sweat, and the blood flow made the lines of his arm muscles particularly striking.
Fu Jiaxi grew excited. “I think I can pull this off too.”
She hadn’t taken any systematic professional private lessons before; she usually followed popular fitness bloggers’ videos for her workouts.
Yue Jincheng stopped her. “Using improper form could hurt your body. Here, let me teach you.”
They moved to the pull-up bar for deadlifts.
He stood behind her, guiding her step by step. “Spread your feet a bit wider, and don’t bend your knees too much.”
With some basic fitness knowledge, Fu Jiaxi quickly grasped the key points.
“Is my back bending too much?”
“Yes, it’s pressing against me.”
Fu Jiaxi glared at him. “Yue Jincheng, you’re getting too bold lately.”
“It really is pressing against me,” Yue Jincheng frowned. “I’m correcting your mistake. What are you thinking about?”
Still skeptical, Fu Jiaxi asked, “Should I raise myself up a bit more?”
“You can stay there, or I’ll help support you with some force.” Yue Jincheng taught her earnestly, making her complete four sets. Fu Jiaxi found it manageable and became interested. She then pointed to the Smith machine. “What does that one train?”
“Glutes and legs.”
“It seems like you enjoy leg workouts.”
“Yes, it helps maintain physique and strength.” Yue Jincheng glanced at her briefly, leaving the rest unsaid.
Seeing her enthusiasm, Yue Jincheng decided to let Alice take over and give her half a session.
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The next day, Fu Jiaxi felt as if she’d been run over by a truck. Her muscles were sore, and even getting out of bed felt like an ordeal.
Sudden strength training, though not excessively intense, was still challenging for a beginner.
Grimacing in pain, Fu Jiaxi called Yu Yanqing to request leave. She was supposed to go on a short business trip that day, but she didn’t want to collapse halfway through.
Yu Yanqing noticed something was off in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine, just sore all over.”
After a brief silence, Yu Yanqing instructed gravely, “Take care of yourself, focus on work, and if you have extra energy in the evening, keep an eye on the market trends.”
Fu Jiaxi realized he might have misunderstood. “No, I just went to the gym yesterday.”
Yu Yanqing responded coldly, “I’ll give you a day off. If you don’t show up tomorrow, I’ll deduct your salary.”
Yue Jincheng criticized him for being a boss without vision.
Fu Jiaxi defended, “In a way, he’s not really a boss. He’s used to working alone and has already found value within himself—he doesn’t need a platform to achieve anything.”
Yue Jincheng said indifferently, “Oh, so you’re praising him again.”
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “Alright, alright. Let me praise you too—you’re the best.”
“Where am I the best?”
“You just are.”
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As the weather warmed, Yue Puhui’s health improved slightly compared to winter.
The family relayed news that the old man could now eat half a bowl of rice, remained lucid longer, and took daily walks in the morning.
However, his mobility was limited—he couldn’t leave his wheelchair, and someone had to help him bathe.
That evening, fiery clouds churned in the sky, and the hydrangeas in the garden bloomed wildly. Yue Jincheng paused in the garden for a while, admiring the scenery for several minutes before heading inside.
Yue Puhui reached out his hand toward him, his expression childlike, calling out “Jincheng” incoherently.
Roles seemed reversed.
Yue Jincheng approached slowly, his gaze cold as he ignored the hand extended toward him.
Yue Puhui’s voice grew louder, his eyes darting toward the door, seemingly trying to attract attention.
“No use putting on a show. I’ve already instructed everyone not to come in unless I allow it—even if you shout until your voice breaks.” Yue Jincheng said.
Yue Puhui’s expression darkened instantly. “You… you hate me that much?”
“If my mother were still alive, maybe I’d be a little more lenient with you.” Yue Jincheng’s tone was icy. “Do you think I’m keeping you here because I respect your role as a father? No—it’s because I don’t want you to die too soon and dirty my mother’s eyes.”
Yue Puhui’s eyes widened in anger as he clutched his chest, coughing violently.
Unmoved, Yue Jincheng looked down at him. “One more thing—I don’t want Grandma to lose her son in her old age. Even though you never showed her any filial piety, I won’t let her bear regret or become the subject of pity.”
Enraged, Yue Puhui pounded his legs and swung his cane wildly.
A porcelain teacup lid flew toward Yue Jincheng, grazing his forehead despite his quick reflexes. A streak of fresh blood appeared immediately.
But Yue Jincheng showed no sign of pain, not even blinking.
Yue Puhui screamed painfully, “I want to see Yunzong! I want to see Shaoheng! How dare you keep my sons from me!!”
“Yunzong is expanding the family’s territory in South China and doing what he’s supposed to do. However, I’m not satisfied with his progress this year—he’ll return when he’s done. As for my youngest brother, he loves freedom—you know that. If he doesn’t want to see you, it’s probably because he doesn’t want to face you.”
Yue Puhui clutched his chest, gasping for breath.
Yue Jincheng spoke calmly, “Aren’t I your son? If you want to see me, I can visit every day.”
Yue Puhui’s face twisted in hatred and fear. “Get out! Get out of here! The biggest mistake of my life was letting you live abroad!”
His hysterical screams echoed through the villa, yet ironically, no one dared to enter.
Yue Jincheng walked out of the room nonchalantly and instructed the housekeeper, “The old man is losing his mind. Keep a close watch on him. With the heat and irritability of summer, limit his outings from now on.”
“Yes, Mr. Yue.”
Meanwhile, Fu Jiaxi was busy in the kitchen. Clients had sent over two boxes of shrimp, and she planned to prepare them simply by boiling. Hearing the door open, she exclaimed in pleasant surprise, “Back so early today?”
A low grunt came in response. “Mm.”
Then silence.
Puzzled, Fu Jiaxi dried her hands and stepped out of the kitchen.
Yue Jincheng lay sprawled on the sofa, completely motionless.
Fu Jiaxi walked over, bent down, and instinctively reached out to feel his forehead for a fever.
“I’m not running a fever,” Yue Jincheng muttered, turning his head slightly to look at her. His bloodshot eyes were weary and strained.
Fu Jiaxi suddenly realized. “You went there?”
“Yes, they said his condition was deteriorating.” Yue Jincheng sounded irritated.
“So… he tricked you into going.”
“Yes.”
Fu Jiaxi took his hand in hers, saying nothing, but holding it tightly.
Yue Jincheng’s lips twitched slightly as he asked in a low voice, “Am I a terrible person? My own father hates me so much, and what I’m doing now is so similar to what he did back then.”
Fu Jiaxi gently squeezed the pads of his fingers. “He should first fulfill his responsibilities as a father before he can demand more from you. Do you think he ever did that?”
Yue Jincheng’s gaze turned icy. “He didn’t even act like a decent human being.”
His mother had lived a life of sorrow, passing away with resentment due to Yue Puhui’s infidelity during their marriage. He had chosen an arranged marriage for the sake of family interests. Not loving her was one thing, but failing to show even basic respect was unforgivable.
Yue Jincheng didn’t mention the scars on his body; just thinking about how his mother had spent her entire life full of regret made him unable to swallow this bitterness!
Fu Jiaxi held his hand even tighter.
Letting go of hatred and moving forward was easy advice to give—until you’ve walked in someone else’s shoes. Standing on a moral high ground to preach forgiveness was meaningless when you hadn’t experienced the pain. As a child, Yue Jincheng had been abandoned abroad by his father, who found his presence unbearable. When he fell ill with a high fever overseas, he nearly died. If he had died then, Yue Puhui probably wouldn’t have even bothered to bring his body back.
Fu Jiaxi naturally stood by Yue Jincheng.
If he couldn’t let go, then don’t let go.
If he didn’t want to forgive, then don’t forgive.
“I made shrimp. Do you want to try some?”
Yue Jincheng smiled faintly. “Sure.”
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In the evening, news came from the Yue residence. The doctor had examined Yue Puhui, and his condition was stable. They asked if they should maintain the current situation.
Years ago, Yue Jincheng had already methodically stripped Yue Puhui of his power, distancing him from the center of authority and removing trusted allies from his side.
Yue Puhui was now like a lamp running out of oil, incapable of causing any more trouble.
After a long silence, Yue Jincheng raised his head and looked out at the vibrant greenery outside the window. In a calm voice, he said, “On nice days, take him out to see the sunlight.”
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When Fu Jiaxi emerged from the shower, she found Yue Jincheng already asleep.
His trousers were discarded casually on a chair, and he wore only a shirt, a thin blanket draped over his waist as he slept soundly.
Fu Jiaxi sat by the bed, carefully observing him.
Yue Jincheng’s bone structure aged gracefully. His skin was firm, clean-shaven, and without his formal suit, he appeared younger and more handsome. With his hair softly resting on his forehead, he resembled the charming young man she had first met.
Fu Jiaxi got up, closed the bedroom door, and quietly stayed in the living room for a while.
Summer mornings came early. Just after six o’clock, the sky was already bright.
“Yue Jincheng, wake up.”
He stirred awake, his mind foggy. “Hmm?”
“Get up and get ready quickly.” Fu Jiaxi said, “My flight to Beijing is at 10:30. If we’re late, I’ll miss it.”
Yue Jincheng was bewildered, his voice hoarse. “You… are you taking me to watch the sunrise again?”
“Who said anything about watching the sunrise?” Fu Jiaxi hurriedly picked out clothes for him. “Wear the white shirt—it looks better in photos.”
The clothes she tossed over covered half of his face.
Fu Jiaxi calculated the time. “It’ll take 30 minutes to drive to the Civil Affairs Bureau. We should be able to get an early spot.”
Yue Jincheng frowned, then realized what was happening. His whole body felt enveloped in warmth.
His heart raced as he sought confirmation. “You mean… you’re going to…”
Fu Jiaxi said, “Yue Jincheng, let’s remarry.”
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The journey went smoothly, every intersection blessed with green lights.
Fu Jiaxi was still handling work emails in the car, while Yue Jincheng drove, feeling an unreal sense of floating. It wasn’t until they entered the hall, took a number, filled out forms, and completed the procedures that he truly believed it was real—when the small red marriage certificate was placed in his hands.
Fu Jiaxi sighed momentarily. “This is the second red book I’ve received in my life. Should I post it on social media?”
Yue Jincheng hummed in agreement. “Post it. Whatever you post, I’ll post too. If social media isn’t enough, we’ll throw a wedding banquet. I’ll make sure it’s the grandest and most lavish one.”
Fu Jiaxi shook her head. “Forget it. Too tiring. I don’t want to bother.”
Yue Jincheng insisted, “Let’s do it. I’ll handle everything—you won’t need to worry about a thing. But remember, on the wedding day, make sure to attend in person.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
Yue Jincheng noticed she kept looking at the red book, not overly excited or elated, but calm, composed, and resolute. This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision but a well-considered, deliberate choice.
She knew what she wanted.
And Yue Jincheng felt deeply honored to be part of her “needs.”
“There’s no time left. Hurry and take me to the airport.”
Fu Jiaxi carefully placed the marriage certificate back in her bag, grabbed his hand, and rushed toward the parking lot.
Yue Jincheng checked the time. They needed to step on the gas.
The car sped through the streets, arriving just in time.
Fu Jiaxi unbuckled her seatbelt, quickly got out of the car, and called back, “I’m off. See you later.”
“Wait a moment.”
“What?”
Fu Jiaxi turned around. Yue Jincheng leaned across the center console and kissed her.
Just as she thought it was over, he pressed his hand against the back of her head, deepening the kiss. It wasn’t enough; it would never be enough.
If there was such a thing as eternity…
In this selfish moment, he wished it could last forever.
“I really have to go!” Fu Jiaxi pushed him away.
“And where am I lacking now?” Yue Jincheng chuckled softly.
“I’ll miss my flight!”
Fu Jiaxi pinched his cheek. “Be good, alright?”
She stepped out of the car, carrying only a carry-on suitcase, her steps light and brisk. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, she exuded a sharp, professional aura.
Through the car window, Yue Jincheng called out to her, “Wife.”
Fu Jiaxi paused, turning her head back.
Yue Jincheng said, “I’ll wait for you to come home.”
Her eyes glistened slightly, and she nodded. “Alright.”
Barely making it in time, Fu Jiaxi boarded the plane, out of breath. Yu Yanqing summoned a flight attendant to bring her a glass of warm water.
“What were you doing? Did you forget your flight time?” He frowned.
Fu Jiaxi took a big gulp of water and smiled, her eyes curving downward. “No, I just rushed to get married.”
Yu Yanqing: “….”
It wasn’t particularly heartbreaking.
He just couldn’t help but feel annoyed knowing Yue Jincheng would definitely find a way to rub it in his face.
As if on cue, his phone buzzed. Sure enough, it was Yue Jincheng.
Not wasting a single word, he sent a photo of the marriage certificate.
From his end, he could see the chat page with Yu Yanqing showed “the other party is typing,” meaning the message had been read.
The next second, [the other party has recalled the message].
Hmm, the photo of the marriage certificate had been recalled.
Yue Jincheng: “Sorry, wrong send. Didn’t mean to disturb you, Teacher Yu [handshake emoji].”
Yu Yanqing: “….”
Yue Jincheng: “Thank you for taking care of my wife. When will you return to Jincheng? Let me treat you to tea.”
Yue Jincheng: “Not tea—wedding wine.”
Yu Yanqing replied: “….”
Hmph, childish tricks. How long would he keep using them?
Yu Yanqing thought to himself that after landing, he’d buy two crates of green tea and send them to Yue Jincheng’s company—let him drink his fill all at once.
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