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Of course, Fu Jiaxi’s work wasn’t always smooth sailing.
Frequent business trips and the high-intensity demands of monitoring trading charts left her with prolonged nerve exhaustion and ear pain. She hid it well, though, and whenever Yu Yanqing asked if she could handle the workload, she confidently reassured him that everything was fine.
In June, Fu Jiaxi accompanied Yu Yanqing to Shenzhen for a meeting at the Shenzhen Stock Exchange. That evening, there was a cocktail party. After mingling through one round of socializing, Fu Jiaxi already felt something was wrong—cold sweat trickled down her back, and her vision briefly blurred.
Thinking it might be low blood sugar, she asked a server for a glass of orange juice.
By 9 PM, when the event ended and they returned to the hotel, Yu Yanqing and Fu Jiaxi were discussing the next day’s schedule as they walked out of the elevator. “We’re meeting Professor Liu at 10 AM, so we’ll leave at 9. Don’t forget to bring the translated materials.”
Walking slightly ahead, Yu Yanqing realized she hadn’t responded. Turning around, he saw Fu Jiaxi collapse to the ground.
“Jiaxi!” Alarmed, Yu Yanqing quickly scooped her up into his arms and rushed toward the elevator.
Fortunately, the hospital wasn’t far away. After running some tests and administering oxygen, the doctors confirmed there were no serious issues—her symptoms stemmed from exhaustion, triggering an episode of vertigo.
When vertigo strikes, it’s not only uncomfortable but also frightening to witness. Fu Jiaxi’s face was deathly pale, devoid of color, her eyes closed. When she opened them, dizziness overwhelmed her.
Even someone as composed as Yu Yanqing lost his cool, repeatedly rushing to the doctor for updates.
After receiving treatment, Fu Jiaxi began to feel better in the early hours of the morning.
Her voice weak, her first thought was still to reassure him. “I’m fine. I have health insurance—you don’t need to reimburse me.”
Yu Yanqing was both angry and amused. “Do you really think I give a damn about money right now?”
Fu Jiaxi froze.
Seeing her expression falter, Yu Yanqing immediately grew tense. “What? Are you feeling unwell again somewhere?”
Fu Jiaxi said, “This is the first time I’ve heard you swear. It suits you surprisingly well.”
Right on cue, another person arrived—and this one swore even more colorfully than Yu Yanqing.
Yue Jincheng burst into the ward, disheveled and visibly anxious. His shirt, soaked with sweat, clung to his body, his forehead glistening as he stumbled inside, clutching his briefcase. This was an unusually disheveled appearance for Yue Jincheng, who prided himself on maintaining impeccable grooming, even during tough times.
As soon as Fu Jiaxi saw him, she instinctively pulled the blanket over her face.
Yue Jincheng shot a glare at Yu Yanqing, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through him.
Yu Yanqing pushed back, unfazed. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve told her countless times not to push herself too hard. If she couldn’t handle it, she should’ve just told me—I would’ve given her leave.”
Fu Jiaxi chimed in softly, “It’s true.”
Yue Jincheng’s breathing quickened as he struggled to contain his temper. “You’re willing to sacrifice your health? Vertigo is caused by exhaustion—you know that!”
Fu Jiaxi obediently nodded. “I know. I thought I’d be fine.”
Yu Yanqing sneered. “What you know isn’t how to rest—it’s how to stubbornly endure until you break.”
Yue Jincheng approached, first checking the label on the IV drip to confirm the medication was correct.
“How many times has this happened in the past two years?”
Yu Yanqing smirked. “Oh, so it’s a repeat offense.”
Yue Jincheng’s anger flared. “Work requires balance and flexibility. Pushing yourself recklessly won’t get you anywhere!”
Yu Yanqing added coldly, “No matter how much you endure, it won’t move mountains or change hearts.”
Fu Jiaxi glared at him fiercely.
Yu Yanqing calmly continued, “Threatening your boss takes guts. Since your husband is here, I’ll let him take you home.”
Fu Jiaxi lowered her head, wisely recognizing the unfavorable situation. These two were clearly united, tag-teaming against her.
Yue Jincheng countered, “That would violate labor laws.”
Unable to hold back, Fu Jiaxi burst into laughter.
Yu Yanqing threw up his hands in resignation. “See what I mean? Being her boss is the hardest job in the world.”
Yue Jincheng nodded sympathetically. “You’re absolutely right.”
Gradually, Fu Jiaxi forgot she was even sick. Instead, she wondered when these two had become such a coordinated team?
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After being discharged, Yu Yanqing granted her twenty days of leave, coinciding with daylight saving time—a period when market fluctuations were relatively stable.
Fu Jiaxi cautiously asked, “Are you sure this is just vacation and not a subtle way of firing me?”
Yu Yanqing sighed. “Even if I wanted to terminate your employment, I’d follow the contract and proper procedures.”
Relieved, Fu Jiaxi smiled. “You’re a good boss.”
Yu Yanqing deadpanned, “If you want to compliment yourself, just say it outright.”
Fu Jiaxi chuckled and then asked, “But can you manage everything on your own while I’m gone?”
“I’m not busy,” he replied. “I’m taking leave too. Planning to drive Orange Juice on a road trip.”
Later, when Yue Jincheng heard about this, he made a note. “His car isn’t suited for mountain roads—the chassis is too low. If he needs it, he can borrow one of my off-road vehicles.”
The G-Wagen had been gathering dust in the garage anyway.
Yu Yanqing happily accepted, saying it was perfect timing since buying a new car now wouldn’t leave enough time.
That night, Fu Jiaxi noticed him unusually engrossed in his phone. Casually, she asked, “Are you finally getting into short videos?”
Yue Jincheng looked up, puzzled. “Huh? No, I was chatting with Yu Yanqing. He asked where I got my car modified—it turned out great.”
“Where is he now?”
“He’s on the Sichuan-Tibet route. He’s reached Chengdu and is currently eating hot pot.”
Curious, Fu Jiaxi asked, “When did you two bury the hatchet?”
“Only when I’m a hundred percent sure that you’re a hundred percent mine,” Yue Jincheng said. “Yu Yanqing is a very capable person, and he has his own personality.”
“Wait, that’s not what you used to say.” Fu Jiaxi began counting on her fingers. “You said he was eccentric, anti-social, sharp-tongued, and a difficult opponent to deal with.”
Yue Jincheng remained calm. “My previous judgment was one-sided. I admit my mistake and correct it promptly.”
Fu Jiaxi: “...”
Such flexibility—no wonder you’re fit to be a CEO.
“By the way, tomorrow,” Yue Jincheng said, “we’ll go pick out a new apartment.”
“What?”
“A new home.”
Fu Jiaxi understood and smiled. “I get what you mean, but it’s really not necessary. I’m perfectly fine here.”
Yue Jincheng replied flatly, “How is this place fine? This apartment only has two rooms.”
“Two rooms aren’t enough? Do you want a separate room to sleep in?” Fu Jiaxi shot him a glance. “Fine, we don’t even need to wait until tomorrow. Let’s go look at houses tonight.”
Yue Jincheng: “...”
In truth, choosing a house wasn’t particularly difficult. Yue Jincheng owned countless properties both domestically and abroad. She could live wherever she wanted.
The challenge lay in moving and redecorating, which overwhelmed her just thinking about it. And the small apartment she currently lived in did feel cramped for someone like Yue Jincheng.
Fu Jiaxi suggested, “Why don’t we just move into the one you live in?”
Tang Mansion was indeed suitable—it was where they had lived together before their separation.
But Yue Jincheng disagreed, saying faintly, “That house has bad feng shui.”
Fu Jiaxi didn’t agree. “What’s wrong with it? Your career has been thriving these past few years.”
“How is it thriving?” Yue Jincheng looked at her. “That house can’t accommodate two people living together. If we stay there, I’ll lose my wife again.”
Their first marital home had been Tang Mansion, filled with beautiful memories but also arguments and struggles before their divorce. They rarely had explosive fights—only cold wars and endless nights without seeing the dawn.
Fu Jiaxi smiled. “Don’t be superstitious. It won’t happen again.”
Yue Jincheng said, “I’m not taking any risks. When I’m older, if you leave, I won’t have the energy to chase after you anymore.”
Fu Jiaxi pinched his cheek, smiling with twinkling eyes. “Why do I feel like you’ve lost confidence?”
Yue Jincheng gave her a knowing look. “Just realizing this now?”
Fu Jiaxi clasped her hands together, pretending to apologize. “What can I do? It’s all because I’m so amazing.”
Yue Jincheng chuckled. “Hmm, you’re the root of all trouble.”
In the end, they still moved back to Tang Mansion.
During her month-long vacation, Fu Jiaxi added some soft furnishings to the house. The biggest change was replacing the curtains with warmer tones, which became the finishing touch. Though the decor remained unchanged, the overall feeling of the place was different.
“How’s this? Not bad, right?” Fu Jiaxi, wearing an apron, mask, and gloves, was busy tidying up the house.
Yue Jincheng took off his coat and grabbed the cloth from her hands, naturally helping out. “You’ve been doing this all afternoon? Aren’t you tired? Why didn’t you call a cleaning service?”
With his height, Yue Jincheng could easily reach high cabinets with just a slight stretch.
“Not tired at all—I feel fulfilled,” Fu Jiaxi said as she discovered some surprises. “You’ve kept all our old stuff?”
There were old movie ticket stubs from when they first started dating—the film title, Global Love , barely legible. She remembered how unbearably hot it was that day, ruining her carefully applied makeup.
Yue Jincheng had asked her, “Was the movie good?”
She replied, “No, global heatstroke!”
He burst out laughing.
Then there was the first gift she gave him after they officially became a couple—a box for sunglasses bought with her part-time job earnings. It was from a discontinued domestic brand, but its quality and style were timeless.
“You kept these too?” Fu Jiaxi found them while organizing the walk-in closet, tucked away in the bottom drawer of his watch cabinet.
Yue Jincheng nodded. “Those are your train and plane tickets to visit me.”
Back then, he traveled frequently for work, and missing him terribly, Fu Jiaxi would buy tickets to see him whenever he invited her.
Rubbing the dampness from her eyes, Fu Jiaxi whispered, “You wouldn’t fail to pick me up, would you? I’d be scared in an unfamiliar place.”
Yue Jincheng reassured her, “Don’t worry. The first thing you’ll see when you step off the plane will be me.”
When they finally met, she ran toward him like a joyful deer, leaping into his arms.
“I didn’t lie to you, did I?” Yue Jincheng held her, smiling handsomely.
“You did!” Fu Jiaxi pouted. “The first thing I saw when I got off the plane was the flight attendant.”
Yue Jincheng laughed and ruffled her hair. “Alright, my bad. What do you want to do to punish me tonight?”
Fu Jiaxi blushed, tiptoed, and whispered something in his ear.
Yue Jincheng froze, electricity surging through his body.
No need to wait until night—he led her back to the hotel, eager for her to act on it.
“Do you remember this?” Yue Jincheng picked up a card from an elegant square storage box.
Fu Jiaxi giggled. “Yes, the guarantee letter.”
It stemmed from one of their arguments—over what, neither could recall. In anger, Fu Jiaxi declared she wanted a breakup.
Yue Jincheng, exasperated, made a stop gesture. “I’m temporarily deaf. Whatever you’re saying doesn’t count. Let’s cool off. I’ll go back to the office to revise a contract and return at 8 PM. If you still want to argue then, we’ll continue.”
But when he returned at 8 PM…
Fu Jiaxi’s suitcase, clothes, and shoes were gone. She had left.
Frantic, Yue Jincheng drove around the city searching for her.
Meanwhile, Bai Duo shook her ringing phone. “Are you really not answering? You’re going to drive him crazy.”
Fu Jiaxi, still angry with tearful red eyes, replied, “Let him panic for ten more minutes. I’ll answer after that.”
Bai Duo sighed. “I’ll never understand you young couples.”
Ten minutes later, when she finally answered the call, a stranger’s voice urgently said, “Hurry up! Your friend’s car has been hit!”
That incident had been quite dangerous—a truck rear-ended Yue Jincheng’s car, nearly flipping it over. Fortunately, it was stabilized by hitting a pillar. But shards of broken glass cut a deep gash across Yue Jincheng’s forehead.
Fu Jiaxi cried uncontrollably in the emergency room.
Yue Jincheng, despite the pain, joked, “Enough crying. People might think your boyfriend died.”
Fu Jiaxi quickly covered his mouth. “Don’t say that!”
Yue Jincheng winced as the wound stretched. “Ow! Stop, you’re murdering your husband!”
Fu Jiaxi sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Poor thing—her tears broke his heart. But to prevent future occurrences, he felt it necessary to reinforce the lesson.
“How old are you? Running away from home after a fight?” he asked. “Will you do this again in the future?”
Fu Jiaxi obediently shook her head.
“You’re such a little liar,” Yue Jincheng coaxed gently. “How can I trust you? Maybe we should write something official—a legally binding document? What do you think?”
His hint was clear enough; he might as well have written “marriage certificate” on his face.
Fu Jiaxi nodded firmly. “Okay! I’ll write a guarantee letter!”
Yue Jincheng: “...”
Old objects stirred memories, each vividly replaying in their minds.
Looking at that “guarantee letter” from years ago, Fu Jiaxi’s lips curved slightly upward.
“You hold such grudges,” she teased. “You’ve kept all these embarrassing moments.”
Yue Jincheng spoke softly. “These aren’t embarrassing moments—they’re records of how much you loved me. During the years you left, I couldn’t sleep well for a long time. On nights filled with headaches and insomnia, I’d take them out to look at. Only then did I feel truly alive.”
Fu Jiaxi’s heart tightened.
“So, you really don’t need to worry about the feng shui of this house,” her eyes reddened slightly. “Here, there’s so much proof of how much I love you.”
Yue Jincheng raised his hand, pressing his fingertip gently against the corner of her eye. “Mrs. Yue, please continue to give me more evidence.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled tenderly. “Mr. Fu, please cherish them carefully for the rest of your life.”
-----The End-----
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