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Yu Qing buried her face against Fu Ji Chen’s chest, her hands gripping the sides of his shirt. Because of Little Yu Miao, she could no longer wrap her arms around his waist as she used to.
She wasn’t sure if it was her own emotions that had been stirred or if it was his presence that moved her.
On the back of her hand, where she had just brushed against his cheek, there were traces of moisture.
With family present, they didn’t kiss—only embraced quietly for a moment.
Yu Shao Hong had been recording a video since Yu Qing’s confession, capturing a long segment. He turned the volume down to the minimum and watched it again from the beginning. Today wasn’t just a happy day for Fu Ji Chen—it was also a joyous one for him. The weight on his heart had finally been lifted.
His youngest daughter’s refusal to marry had weighed heavily on him with guilt and self-reproach.
Earlier, Yu Jing Xin had also recorded a video and forwarded it to Yu Qing.
Ji Qing Yuan leaned close to her ear. “Do you remember what I said to you during our wedding?”
Yu Jing Xin glanced at him sideways. “Are you sure you were talking to me?”
Ji Qing Yuan paused, realization dawning. This was the root of her emotional block. He countered, “Who else would I be talking to? It was our wedding—I wasn’t addressing anyone else but you.”
He paused again. “Well, unless you’re saying I was talking to Yu Xiao Gou.”
Yu Jing Xin laughed but pinched his thigh.
Ji Qing Yuan winced slightly, pressing his hand against his forehead.
Yu Jing Xin quickly rubbed the spot she had pinched. “Does it still hurt?”
Ji Qing Yuan: “Let’s settle this upstairs.”
Yu Jing Xin understood the underlying meaning—he wanted to take things to bed.
She pushed his face away. “Sit properly.”
“Dad, didn’t you want to get Yu Qing a gift for her engagement?” She changed the subject to avoid continuing the conversation with Ji Qing Yuan.
“This brain of mine—so caught up in happiness that I almost forgot.” Yu Shao Hong pulled an envelope from the drawer of the card table and handed it to Yu Qing.
It was a gift he had prepared long ago. Originally, not expecting Yu Qing to get engaged or married, he planned to give it to her when she had a child.
Yu Qing took it. “What is it?”
“A house. When your sister got engaged, I gave her a savings card, but that wouldn’t suit you.” Yu Shao Hong explained, “If I gave you money, you’d spend it right away. If you went all out spending, even a villa wouldn’t last through a few shopping trips.”
He added another reminder, “You can’t sell it.”
Yu Qing: “…Am I really that unreliable?”
Yu Shao Hong countered, “If I said you were reliable and frugal, wouldn’t you feel guilty?”
Yu Qing smiled and opened the envelope.
The villa was in their neighborhood, also lakeside.
Seeing it was Unit 22, she was satisfied—it was the house right in front of theirs.
Yu Shao Hong spoke about the villa: “It was renovated alongside our house, with the same style. Initially, we thought of having your grandparents move in, but they preferred staying in the old house. The villa is cleaned daily—you and Ji Chen can move in whenever you’re ready.”
He emphasized, “This isn’t about driving you out. Your sister’s second floor has normal rooms, including a children’s room.” He sighed. “Your third floor, however, has been completely turned into a walk-in closet.”
“What about after Little Yu Miao is born?”
Yu Shao Hong continued, “Even later, when Ji Chen’s family comes to visit the baby, it won’t be convenient. You two should live separately but stay nearby—just tens of meters away, like living at home.”
Yu Qing was deeply grateful for her father’s thoughtful consideration. Knowing she lacked a sense of security, he had prepared a house for her. “Thank you, Dad. We’ll move in a few months.”
Yu Shao Hong nodded. “Up to you.”
He then asked Yu Jing Xin and Ji Qing Yuan, “And you two? When do you plan to return to your own place?”
Ji Qing Yuan knew Yu Jing Xin wanted to stay close to Yu Qing.
He didn’t mind where they lived. “We don’t have to move. After all, I only sleep a few hours at home each day and don’t eat meals here anyway. Wherever works.”
Yu Shao Hong nodded. “Alright, then you’ll cover the water bill from now on.”
Ji Qing Yuan: “… “
At the other end of the table, Yu Jing Ze was still engrossed in his phone. Having been focused on playing cards earlier, he hadn’t noticed the lengthy message Zhou Si Yuan had sent him until now.
He replied: [Mm, I see.]
Nothing more.
Five words, two punctuation marks—Zhou Si Yuan pondered over them for a while.
No matter how she looked at it, the response carried no emotion.
If this had happened in the past, after such a tearful plea from her, he would have called to ask what was wrong instead of brushing her off with dry, terse words.
Her heart sank completely.
After staring at the screen for a while, Zhou Si Yuan sent another message:
[Let’s leave the past behind. I now know what I need to do and how to do it. My brother’s final exams are over, and he’ll be on break this week. Let’s have a family dinner together—it’s been a long time since we’ve eaten together. When are you free? We’ll arrange it based on your schedule.]
Yu Jing Ze: [No time.]
Upon reading those words, Zhou Si Yuan’s heart grew cold. [Brother, are you really holding a grudge against me and Mom? We’ve already reflected on ourselves.]
Yu Jing Ze: [Rituals matter, but formalities don’t. I’ve also reflected on myself recently.]
Zhou Si Yuan stared at the phrase “formalities.” Such sharp words came so easily from him—it seemed he had no intention of sparing her feelings.
[Brother, are you really going to sit idly by and watch our company shrink—or even collapse—and do nothing about it?]
Yu Jing Ze: [If any company doesn’t put in effort, it will eventually collapse sooner or later.]
[Speculation and shortcuts lead nowhere in the long run.]
Zhou Si Yuan pressed her chest, rubbing it as she wore a facial mask. In that instant, she doubted whether these messages were truly from Yu Jing Ze.
[Send me a voice message—I feel like this isn’t you.]
Yu Jing Ze sent a voice message: [Who else would it be?]
Zhou Si Yuan crumpled the mask in her hand, sticky and wet with essence.
With a ‘bang,’ she tossed the mask into the trash.
One-handed, she typed: [So now you’re angry and argumentative, fine. I won’t hold it against you—adults don’t dwell on petty grievances. By the way, Mom has worked hard for half of this company. Now that business is declining, she can’t sleep well. Can you really bear to see her like this?]
Yu Jing Ze decided to make things clear once and for all today: [Everyone works hard. For all these years, my dad has woken up at five every morning.]
[Because I’m used to working late at night, I sleep later than my dad, but I always make it to the office before six-thirty. And the rest of the family doesn’t need to be mentioned.]
[It’s not just your family that struggles—other families work even harder.]
Looking at the last line, Zhou Si Yuan realized Yu Jing Ze was determined not to help her, even when she brought up his own mother—he wouldn’t budge.
More messages from Yu Jing Ze kept coming in. Watching him flood the chat felt strange; he rarely spoke this much. Today was highly unusual.
Her heart began to feel unsettled, even panicked.
Yu Jing Ze: [Regarding the decline in business, bad debts, investment failures, customer loss, financial products being replaced by competitors—these crises face Yu Bank every day. The pressure on me, my dad, and other executives is unimaginable for you.]
[Leaving me aside, take Yu Qing for example. Lemong, a well-known enterprise for many years, is also facing the crisis of decline. She bore immense pressure and made bold moves to restructure the company. One day, exhausted, she came home holding a sign.]
[According to your logic, she should directly ask Pang Lin Bin for resources, and his son should unconditionally help her.]
Zhou Si Yuan was left speechless, typing out a response and then deleting it entirely.
Yu Jing Ze wasn’t finished yet. Another message came in: [The same goes for Jing Xin. No matter how difficult the four years were, once at work, she had to set her personal emotions aside. As head of the venture capital department, any decision-making mistake would result in heavy losses. No one dares to act recklessly.]
[Even Leng Wen Ning knows that indulgence has its limits. Isn’t she pulling all-nighters to prepare proposals and swallowing her pride to collaborate with Lemong?]
[No one has it easy.]
[On the battlefield, it’s either kill or be killed—you fight for your life. Tears, insomnia, self-pity—all useless.]
Zhou Si Yuan read the messages twice, each word piercing her heart.
In his eyes, now only his two sisters mattered; as for her, he had utterly devalued her.
Today, she had witnessed firsthand Yu Qing’s ability to influence others.
Yu Jing Ze wasn’t like this before. Everything changed after Yu Qing moved back home.
Yu Jing Ze: [This is the first time I’ve said so much, and it’ll be the last. Just a heads-up—if you send such messages again, I won’t reply.]
‘Knock knock,’ two taps sounded on the table.
Yu Jing Ze looked up—it was his father tapping the table. “What is it?”
Yu Shao Hong: “I called you twice, but you didn’t hear.”
“I was replying to an email.” Yu Jing Ze silenced his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
The card game resumed.
Fu Ji Chen still hadn’t calmed down—he and Little Yu Miao finally had a home.
Yu Qing gathered the cards on the table and pushed them toward Fu Ji Chen. “You shuffle.” She loved watching his technique and movements while shuffling, which were as mesmerizing as Gu Heng’s knife skills in the kitchen.
Yu Shao Hong began discussing his daughter’s wedding plans. He asked Yu Qing, “When do you and Ji Chen plan to register your marriage? After registering, I have another gift for you—a gift for the two of you together. It’s worth far more than the villa.”
Registering was also Fu Ji Chen’s top concern. He stared at Yu Qing without blinking.
Yu Qing placed her hand on Fu Ji Chen’s leg. “Let our CEO Fu decide. This matter is up to him.” She offered a small suggestion: “Valentine’s Day, Christmas—any day works.”
Hearing Christmas, Fu Ji Chen calculated—six months away. By then, Little Yu Miao would already be born.
Even Valentine’s Day was still over two months away.
“I think choosing a meaningful day for us is most important. There’s no need to follow the crowd and rush into registering on holidays.”
Yu Qing agreed with his reasoning: “Alright, whatever you think is suitable.”
She asked, “Then, CEO Fu, which day suits you?”
Before Fu Ji Chen could respond, Ji Qing Yuan chimed in: “CEO Fu calculated that tomorrow morning is the auspicious day for registering.”
Fu Ji Chen: “… “
Everyone burst into laughter.
Yu Qing laughed too, speaking on Fu Ji Chen’s behalf. “Then let’s go register tomorrow morning.”
Fu Ji Chen felt relieved. He glanced at Ji Qing Yuan, preparing to take revenge. “President Ji, trouble you to pour me a cup of coffee.”
Ji Qing Yuan raised his gaze toward Fu Ji Chen. “Why should I?”
Yu Jing Ze interjected: “Because he has the ultimate card.”
Ji Qing Yuan: “… “
Laughter erupted again in the living room.
Reluctantly, Ji Qing Yuan stood up. Refusing to comply with the rules of the ultimate card would mean losing true love—or having it slip away even if obtained.
Yu Jing Xin tugged at his sleeve. “I want some too.”
Facing his wife, Ji Qing Yuan’s expression softened immediately. “Sugar and milk?”
Yu Jing Xin thought for a moment. “Maybe just a little.”
Soon, Ji Qing Yuan returned with two cups of coffee. He slammed the cup down heavily in front of Fu Ji Chen, reminding him: “Don’t forget to deduct one card.”
Yu Qing craved coffee but could only enjoy the aroma.
“Shall I pour you a glass of milk?” Fu Ji Chen asked her.
Yu Qing shook her head. She didn’t feel like drinking anything right now.
There were still two cups on the tea cart. Yu Jing Ze went to bring them over.
One of them was milk, which he placed in front of his father.
Yu Shao Hong looked at his son. “Both your sisters are married now and have children. As their older brother, what are your plans?”
Yu Jing Ze deliberately misinterpreted his father’s meaning: “Don’t worry, I’ll help take care of their kids.”
Yu Shao Hong: “… “
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At ten-thirty, the card game ended, and everyone went to their respective rooms.
Yu Qing picked up one of the shopping bags and headed to take a bath.
Fu Ji Chen sat on the sofa for a while. He had watched Yu Qing’s proposal video five or six times tonight. It still felt like a dream.
Setting his phone down, he went to the walk-in closet to find a white shirt for tomorrow.
“CEO Fu?”
Yu Qing emerged from the bathroom, not seeing him.
“In the walk-in closet.”
Fu Ji Chen tried on a new white shirt, buttoning it up.
Yu Qing pushed the door open, and upon seeing each other, both burst into laughter.
She had also changed into a new white shirt—the largest size available in the store—but the bottom two buttons still wouldn’t fasten. It didn’t matter much.
Yu Qing walked over and helped Fu Ji Chen adjust his shirt.
Fu Ji Chen pulled her close in front of him. It had been a long time since he’d seen her in a white shirt. Back when she worked at Fu Corporation, she wore such uniforms every day, always with a mischievous look on her face.
He lowered his head, kissing her lips gently and sucking lightly.
Yu Qing couldn’t stand on tiptoe now, so she pulled his neck down and kissed him back.
The joy of registering their marriage tomorrow was beyond words.
Fu Ji Chen carried her to the bed, careful not to wrinkle their white shirts. He removed his and set it aside, as did she with hers.
Fu Ji Chen supported himself on his arms above her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Thank you.” Others might not understand, but he knew how much courage it took for her to decide to get married.
He promised her: “We won’t divorce. You’ll never lose me. My money and I belong to you, and only you.”
As he spoke, he claimed her.
Yu Qing wrapped her arms around his neck. “Over this past year, you owe me many times.”
Fu Ji Chen’s lips brushed against her earlobe: “I’ll make up for every single one of them in the future.”
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