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Yue Jincheng had broached the topic of holding a wedding ceremony many times with Fu Jiaxi, but she always rejected it.
She would say, “The first time we got married, you didn’t give me what I wanted. Now, even if you offer it, I no longer care.”
Yue Jincheng could naturally sense the lingering resentment and emotions behind her words.
The first time they registered their marriage, Yue Jincheng had been so busy he could barely keep up. Looking back, the scene was almost comical.
Back then, Yue Jincheng was in the midst of building his own business. The Yue family offered no support—instead, they constantly threw obstacles in his path. During those difficult years, Fu Jiaxi had been his only motivation and refuge.
As his company gradually gained momentum and began to take shape, various frameworks and projects were put on the agenda. Yue Jincheng secured several major deals, meticulously handling every contract clause and profit-sharing arrangement.
That day, too, was a sun-drenched morning.
Fu Jiaxi had been sleeping soundly when Yue Jincheng woke her up.
“Mm, what is it?”
“Get up, change your clothes.” Yue Jincheng was already dressed and pulled out a light-colored T-shirt from the closet. “Wear this one—it looks good on camera.”
Fu Jiaxi was still half-asleep, confused. “What’s going on?”
Yue Jincheng replied, “We’re registering our marriage.”
Every subtle shift in her expression at that moment was etched into his memory like a butterfly drawn to honey, fluttering its wings before settling on a flower.
It was the moment when Fu Jiaxi’s girlish heart swelled most fervently and passionately.
“Why so sudden!” On the way, Fu Jiaxi was cheerful and excited. Though she wore no makeup, her cheeks glowed like the soft morning sun.
Yue Jincheng explained, “At 10 AM, the legal team will come to clarify responsibilities and rights, as well as subsequent ownership issues. Once we get the certificate, you’ll officially be my partner in sharing all benefits.”
Fu Jiaxi never imagined their marriage would stem from such a pragmatic reason.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with all your assets after we’re married?”
“As long as you don’t leave me, I’ll never go bankrupt.” Yue Jincheng tightened his grip on her hand. “Rest assured. The hard times you endured with me—I’ll make sure every day ahead is better for you.”
Fu Jiaxi asked, “Then when will you throw me a wedding?”
Yue Jincheng promised, “Once I’m done with this busy period, I’ll give you the grandest wedding possible.”
But absolute promises often come without a deadline.
Perhaps some girls don’t dream of weddings, but Fu Jiaxi once held great aspirations for one.
As Yue Jincheng’s career stabilized and life improved, his ambitions grew alongside his struggles for power within the Yue family. His rise to dominance in Bai Feng marked the beginning of another grueling chapter, where time became an unaffordable luxury.
Coincidentally, Fu Jiaxi became pregnant during this period.
The dream of a wedding drifted further into the distance.
Yue Jincheng felt deeply remorseful. In this moment of reunion, he offered a belated apology. “Jiaxi, I’m sorry.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled. “Once, I truly wanted a wedding. Back then, I depended on you so much that my entire world revolved around you. There were regrets, but they’ve passed. I’m no longer that little girl. Whether or not there’s a wedding—it doesn’t matter anymore. Remember this: the chance to have another wedding is something I gave you.”
She was carefree, independent, and had learned to let go.
Passively waiting for acceptance brought far less security than taking the initiative.
She loved this man deeply, but she no longer tied all her dreams to him.
Only by focusing on herself could she love him better.
Yue Jincheng was utterly captivated by her.
Suddenly, he murmured, “Do you know?”
Fu Jiaxi looked at him. “Hmm?”
“In the years you were gone, I was always waiting—for you to choose me again.”
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When Fu Jiaxi decided against having a wedding, Bai Duo expressed disbelief.
“You’re such a fool! You should’ve thrown a lavish wedding and made Yue Jincheng pay dearly for it—a lesson he’d never forget!”
Fu Jiaxi chuckled helplessly. “Everything he has is mine anyway. If I squeeze him, what’s in it for me?”
Bai Duo was surprised. “Wait, he really didn’t make you sign a prenuptial agreement?”
“Nope.”
“The assets under Bai Feng are staggering these days.” Bai Duo’s attitude softened slightly. “I guess the Yue family has shown sincerity.”
Fu Jiaxi laughed. “Neither of our marriages involved a prenuptial agreement.”
Bai Duo clinked glasses with her. “After all these twists and turns, it’s still you two. Sweetie, I’m genuinely happy for you. Tell me, how do you feel right now?”
Fu Jiaxi swirled her wine glass, her legs crossing rhythmically to the music. “Just… at peace. Even though I can live well on my own now, having him here makes me feel secure.”
It was as if, no matter how far she traveled, she would never fear losing her way.
After a pause, Bai Duo’s tone turned cautious. “Honey, I think you’re about to feel uneasy.”
Fu Jiaxi followed her gaze and turned her head.
At the bar not far away stood Yue Shaoheng.
He hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. Finally, he approached her. “Can… can we talk for a moment?”
Bai Duo’s fiery temper flared as she stepped in front of Fu Jiaxi. “What’s there to talk about? Haven’t you hurt her enough already?”
Yue Shaoheng swallowed hard. “I heard… you remarried my brother.”
Fu Jiaxi gently pushed Bai Duo aside. “It’s fine. Just a short chat.”
Yue Shaoheng had just returned from training in the U.S., his skin darker and radiating vitality.
“I heard about it while I was in the U.S.—you agreed to marry him after all.” He forced a self-deprecating smile and looked up, his eyes clear. “Congratulations.”
Fu Jiaxi’s tone was indifferent. “Congratulate your brother instead.”
Yue Shaoheng pressed his lips together. “More than congratulations, I envy him.”
Fu Jiaxi promptly extinguished his wandering thoughts. “If you call me ‘sister-in-law,’ I’ll treat you as a younger brother. There’s no other possibility.”
“I know, I know.” Yue Shaoheng muttered softly. “I only blame myself for not being brave enough, for not persisting.”
Fu Jiaxi cut him off sharply. “Yue Shaoheng, no matter what you did or how you acted back then, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Do you understand? From the very beginning, I never liked you.”
Yue Shaoheng’s eyes reddened. Standing at 185 cm, he now resembled a withered and fallen poplar tree in front of her. “Please, don’t be so cruel. I swear I won’t bother you again.”
Fu Jiaxi remained unmoved, lowering her gaze to him. “I never liked you. It was your mistaken assumption that dragged me into this.”
Yue Shaoheng’s face fell, like a balloon instantly deflated.
He still remembered the time during his senior year when he attended a rock-climbing event at V University and met Fu Jiaxi, who was volunteering there. Back then, she was slim with a small face, bustling about tirelessly despite how busy she was.
Yue Shaoheng had tried to strike up a conversation. “Hey, where can I buy water?”
“At the vending machine by the entrance.”
“Excuse me, where’s the restroom?”
“Oh, just turn around—it’s right behind you.”
“I lost my car keys, and I’m about to compete. Could you help me look for them?”
“Sure.”
“Let’s add each other on WeChat so you can tell me if you find them.”
After exchanging contact info, Yue Shaoheng occasionally invited her to movies, dinners, or outdoor hikes. But Fu Jiaxi declined every time.
Her rejections weren’t just limited to these invitations: “Sorry, I’m very busy. I need my free time to work part-time jobs to pay for tuition. Your lifestyle isn’t suitable for me.”
But Yue Shaoheng misinterpreted her politeness as coy hesitation.
Later, he heard from some peers that Yue Jincheng had a girlfriend who was still in college and quite young. At the time, he hadn’t paid much attention—after all, Yue Jincheng was practically invisible within the family.
“Oh, I have a photo. Do you guys want to see it?”
“Yeah! Wow, she’s beautiful! Shaoheng, take a look.”
Yue Shaoheng glanced indifferently but was immediately captivated.
This marked the beginning of his one-sided infatuation. He had met her before Yue Jincheng—so why hadn’t he ended up with her?
“Sister-in-law.” Unwilling to give up, he mustered the courage to ask, “Are you really, truly saying that you’ve never felt even the slightest bit of affection for me?”
Fu Jiaxi frowned. “When you call me ‘sister-in-law,’ don’t you think asking such a question is highly inappropriate?”
Yue Shaoheng apologized, utterly dispirited. “I’m sorry.”
From a distance, Bai Duo suddenly called out anxiously, “Fu Jiaxi!”
Almost simultaneously, Fu Jiaxi sensed an intense presence.
She raised her head, looking past the dim lights and crowds of the bar, and saw Yue Jincheng standing a few meters away.
Yue Shaoheng noticed something amiss and turned to follow her gaze.
The three locked eyes, scrutinizing one another. The music swirled around them, creating an eerie and tense atmosphere.
Yue Shaoheng greeted weakly, “Big Brother.”
Yue Jincheng gave a slight nod, calmly walking over to Fu Jiaxi. He picked up her unfinished drink and clinked it against Yue Shaoheng’s glass on the table. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you. When did you get back? You haven’t visited Father yet.”
He tilted his head back and took a sip of the fruity cocktail. To him, it was nothing more than refreshing sweet water.
Yue Shaoheng was momentarily stunned—not the sharp interrogation he had expected, but rather a tone of concerned generosity.
“I arrived this afternoon. I had some club matters to handle, but I’ll go home tomorrow.”
Yue Jincheng said, “Even with a busy schedule, can’t you spare time to have dinner with the elder?”
Yue Shaoheng nodded. “I understand, Big Brother.”
“Did you drive here alone?”
“No, a few friends organized this gathering. They’re sitting over there in the booth.”
A group of five or six young people sat quietly watching. Yue Jincheng’s gaze swept over them, making them instinctively feel uneasy.
Yue Jincheng shifted slightly and softly consulted Fu Jiaxi. “Shaoheng’s friends—are we going over to say hello?”
Fu Jiaxi readily agreed, linking her arm through his.
And so, the two of them—handsome and elegant, poised and confident—walked over together.
Yue Shaoheng stood rooted to the spot, watching their perfectly matched figures. The void in his heart seemed to fill, albeit bitterly.
In the interplay of light and shadow, they leaned on each other, respect and affection intertwining like an impenetrable fortress. Their world was unshakable, leaving no room for outsiders.
Yue Jincheng embodied the role of an elder brother flawlessly—composed, inclusive, and giving Yue Shaoheng due respect.
He hadn’t driven himself that day; instead, he brought a chauffeur.
The ride wasn’t dull. Yue Jincheng took a ten-minute work call entirely in English, discussing material quotations. Fu Jiaxi understood everything, silently impressed by his professionalism.
Even while on the phone, Yue Jincheng never let go of her hand.
“How about visiting a friend’s newly renovated farm? Maybe bring our son along?” After wrapping up work talk, he seamlessly transitioned to discussing life plans.
Fu Jiaxi blinked, a faint smile playing on her lips, choosing not to respond.
Yue Jincheng guessed, “Not interested? Alright, we’ll change locations. Where would you like to go?”
Fu Jiaxi chuckled, deciding not to hide her thoughts. “I thought you’d be upset.”
“You mean because of Shaoheng?” Yue Jincheng laughed. “To get upset over him again? He’s not worth it. That lesson once was enough—it taught me for life. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
Fu Jiaxi asked softly, “Do you trust me?”
“I’ve never doubted that you love me,” Yue Jincheng replied after a brief pause, carefully correcting himself with sincerity. “Before we divorced, at least.”
Fu Jiaxi hummed in acknowledgment. “When I first met you, it was just the two of us, dealing with simple matters. Later, when you introduced me to the Yue family, I didn’t have experience handling so many relatives. I was too young, inexperienced, and fell into traps others set for me.”
Yue Jincheng tightened his grip on her hand. “You suffered.”
Fu Jiaxi reflected on the hardships with optimism. “If it were now, I think I could handle things much better. Discerning truth from falsehood, responding strategically—who knows who’d come out on top.”
Yue Jincheng laughed aloud. “The demeanor of a true mistress of the household is showing.”
Fu Jiaxi snorted. “That sounds awful.”
Yue Jincheng said, “If you want, you’ll always be the head of the household.”
Fu Jiaxi raised an eyebrow. “President Yue, do you believe that given time, I could sit firmly in your position?”
“I believe you could, but you don’t need to.” Yue Jincheng spoke calmly. “That position is exhausting—I don’t want you to endure more hardship.”
Fu Jiaxi was deeply moved.
It wasn’t belittlement or mockery of her bold claim.
He believed in her completely, certain she could excel.
He wasn’t saying, You can’t do it.
He was saying, I don’t want you to suffer.
Romantic moments always seem to ferment best in the quiet of night.
Finding her lying down too tiring, Yue Jincheng decided to move things to the bay window this time.
“This height is perfect,” he said.
Kneeling, he ensured he wouldn’t strain his back.
Fu Jiaxi flushed hotly, lightly kicking his shoulder with her toes. “You can shut up now.”
“How can I shut up? If I close my mouth, how will I…?”
“Yue Jincheng!”
Yue Jincheng grinned like a roguish wanderer, feigning innocence. “I’ve worked hard all night. Don’t I deserve to be called ‘husband’?”
Fu Jiaxi scoffed. “Why should I? Clearly, you haven’t worked hard enough.”
Perhaps that was exactly what Yue Jincheng had been waiting for.
The next moment, he grasped her ankle and pulled her closer.
With a gentle touch, he applied pressure between her knees.
Before lowering his head, he murmured, “Oh, then I’ll just have to try harder.”
Fu Jiaxi clutched the blanket tightly as soft, delicate waves of sound rose beneath her, tender and enduring.
“Am I working hard enough now? Can I hear you call me ‘husband’?”
“Oh, still not enough?”
Seeing him prepare to continue, Fu Jiaxi quickly corrected herself. “Enough! Husband!”
Yue Jincheng laughed triumphantly. “What kind of tone is that? Like you’re facing death.”
Fu Jiaxi realized belatedly… she had fallen into his trap again.
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