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When Fu Ji Chen returned home, Yu Qing had already taken a bath and was sitting up in bed, studying the futures market on her phone.
Unlike usual, she wasn’t wearing her pajamas today but instead wrapped herself loosely in a bath towel.
The towel hung loosely on her body.
Over her heart, two cartoon-shaped band-aids were stuck.
She always managed to be so serious while unintentionally seducing him.
Fu Ji Chen took off his coat and walked over, circling around the foot of the bed to reach her side. “What’s got your heart all bruised?”
Yu Qing put down her phone and pressed on the band-aids to make sure they were secure. “It’s the greed of human nature that’s bruising me.”
Fu Ji Chen braced his hands on either side of her, leaned down, and kissed the cartoon band-aid. “Is your heart patched up yet?”
“Not yet. It’s completely shattered into pieces, reduced to dust. President Fu, what do you suggest I do?” Yu Qing smiled as she casually hooked her arm around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“I might have an idea.”
“Hmm, what brilliant solution does President Fu have?”
“You crush the other person’s heart into powder. That way, you’ll feel vindicated. Once you’re satisfied, your shattered heart will naturally heal.”
“...”
Fu Ji Chen pushed her phone out of the way, reached up to turn off the light, and kissed her. “Who’s been bothering you?”
Yu Qing didn’t mention what happened to her that afternoon. As the boss of the group, he was preoccupied with corporate strategy and didn’t have the energy to deal with trivial office politics.
And those unwritten rules were common in every company.
“It’s not exactly bullying. It’s just conflicting job responsibilities and clashing interests—natural animosity.”
“That’s normal. I’m still the thorn in the side of several directors.”
“Do you want me to put a band-aid on your heart too?”
His kisses trailed to her ear. “No need—it’s already riddled with holes.”
Yu Qing laughed softly, deciding not to dwell on such depressing topics anymore. “You’re going on a business trip tomorrow?”
“Mm. An early morning flight.” He reminded her, “Don’t laze around in bed while I’m gone. Wake up at your usual time.”
“Am I the kind of person who would pretend to listen but secretly slack off, neglecting my responsibilities?”
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The next day.
Yu Qing woke up naturally, opening her eyes to see it was already 8:30.
Fu Ji Chen had long since left for the airport. She turned over, intending to go back to sleep, when she noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand. She reached over and picked it up—it was a note from Fu Ji Chen.
To Little Fish, Who Hasn’t Fully Grown Up in the Workplace:
I know you want to be the principled person you once were, the good person in your heart.
But many people around you won’t allow it.
You’re under someone else’s roof, so there’s no choice but to obediently be a “non-bad” person.
But even that isn’t enough.
They only think of themselves; no one cares whether you’re willing or if you’ll be implicated. After all, in their eyes, you’re insignificant—you don’t deserve to have any demands.
So, you strive to become stronger.
Let me tell you now—even when you grow strong, when you reach that position, you’ll sadly discover that you’ll encounter even more diverse people and situations than before.
So what if you become strong?
You’ll still be powerless to change the things you don’t want to see.
There’s no need to feel sad.
Nor should you think you’re useless.
By holding onto your principles and bottom line, you’ve already helped many people.
Regardless of how others behave, let’s try our best to be decent people. When fighting for our own interests, avoid harming others’ interests, and try to acknowledge the needs of those who are temporarily less fortunate than us.
Let’s encourage each other.
—Fu Ji Chen
P.S.: Did you get up at 8:00 or 9:00 today?
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Yu Qing read this passage three times.
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The pleasant weekend passed quickly.
Monday rolled around, busy as usual.
When Yu Qing arrived at the office, only Zhang Xiaochi was there, wiping the pots of small succulents.
“Little Qincheng, how was your weekend?”
“Fantastic.”
They both laughed.
It wasn’t until Yu Qing reached her desk that she noticed a shopping bag on top of it. Opening it, she found a pair of exquisitely crafted glass cups.
She turned to Zhang Xiaochi. “Did you bring these?”
Zhang Xiaochi nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
She paused her work. “They’re not newly bought—I was tidying up the house over the weekend and found some unused cups, so I brought them for you to give to the director.”
Fearing Yu Qing’s stubbornness, Zhang Xiaochi gently persuaded her. “You’ve already vented your anger and felt good about it. I think it’s better for you to take the initiative and smooth things over with the director. There’s no need to bang your head against a brick wall. A little pride is a small price to pay for a comfortable life. Sigh, we’re under someone else’s roof, after all.”
Yu Qing patted her bag. “I’ve already prepared something.”
Zhang Xiaochi gave her a mischievous wink.
Yu Qing took out the pair of cups Zhang Xiaochi had gifted her and admired them carefully. These cups touched her deeply—they were the most precious gift she had ever received.
She didn’t bother being polite with Zhang Xiaochi. “This pair you gave me, I’ll keep for myself—I can’t bear to give them away. Thank you.”
These cups weren’t cheap. They definitely weren’t old ones Zhang Xiaochi had lying around at home—she must have bought them specifically over the weekend for Yu Qing to give to the director.
Zhang Xiaochi placed a freshly wiped succulent pot in the morning sunlight. “Why be so formal with me? You’ve helped me so much in the past—I’ve never treated you as an outsider.”
At 8:30, Zhou Yunli arrived.
Her assistant came in with her, and the two entered Zhou Yunli’s office together.
Zhang Xiaochi quietly reminded Yu Qing, “Get ready. While there aren’t many people around, go in as soon as her assistant comes out.”
Yu Qing made an “OK” gesture, slung her bag diagonally across her shoulder, and used a file to cover the cups, testing to see if anything looked amiss.
Zhou Yunli had barely stepped into her office, not even having time to close the door, when her phone rang—it was Xiao Yilin.
The assistant closed the door, and Zhou Yunli answered the call.
“Director Zhou, sorry to disturb you so early in the morning.”
“No problem, what’s the matter?”
Xiao Yilin: “Well, the official paper contract for one of my distributors in Tianjin arrived at your legal department last Friday. It just needs the company stamp—once Lawyer Yu signs it, we can get it stamped.”
Their competitor, Le Meng Beverages, also had their eyes on this powerful distributor, but Xiao Yilin had acted faster and secured the contract first.
But the regional manager of Le Meng hadn’t given up and was still waiting to snatch this lucrative deal.
Time was of the essence for Xiao Yilin.
Xiao Yilin deliberately sighed over the phone. “You know, I had an unpleasant argument with Lawyer Yu at the meeting last Friday. So, could you please help me follow up? I really need the stamped contract today—please.”
Zhou Yunli’s tone was unusually polite. “This is part of the legal department’s job anyway. You didn’t need to call specifically—it’s my oversight. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it right away.”
Xiao Yilin thanked her again and hung up.
Her year had been plagued by bad luck, particularly from Yu Qing. She had no personal issues with Yu Qing before, but in their work interactions, Yu Qing had repeatedly caused trouble for her.
In just a few days, Yu Qing had delayed contracts for two regions—Beijing’s Zhuo Hua Trading and Tianjin’s distributor.
To ensure Zhou Yunli took this matter seriously, Xiao Yilin sent another message: [Thank you so much, Director Zhou.]
Zhou Yunli flipped open the bottom folder on her desk, where she found the formal contract for the Tianjin distributor that Xiao Yilin had mentioned.
She handed the contract to her assistant. “Hold onto this for now. I’ll let you know when to pass it to Yu Qing.”
The assistant glanced through it. “Is this the contract Xiao Yilin just reminded us about?”
Zhou Yunli nodded.
The assistant assumed, “Is there an issue with the distributor’s qualifications?”
Zhou Yunli replied, “All documentation is complete—there are no problems.”
She had personally intercepted this contract, and Yu Qing had no idea that the paper contract had already reached the legal department.
She glanced at her assistant. “Yu Qing doesn’t respect anyone—she’s caused me so much trouble!”
The assistant instantly understood. The director intended to use this opportunity to teach Yu Qing a lesson, showing her what she should and shouldn’t do. Even though Xiao Yilin urgently needed the contract, they would intentionally delay stamping it.
By then, Xiao Yilin would surely hate Yu Qing.
No matter how Yu Qing explained herself, Xiao Yilin would see it as nothing more than excuses.
“Director, anything else?”
“No, you can go back to work.”
The assistant picked up a few empty folders along with Xiao Yilin’s contract and left.
Zhou Yunli poured herself a glass of water. Thinking about Yu Qing made her angry. Ever since Yu Qing had started working under her, she had been difficult to manage and overly self-assured.
She needed to make Yu Qing understand who held the power in the legal department.
Knock knock.
“Director, it’s me.” Yu Qing had seen the assistant leave and quickly came over, carrying the cups.
Zhou Yunli: “Come in.”
Yu Qing closed the door and pulled a beautifully wrapped box out of her bag. “Director, these are the cups I bought.”
Zhou Yunli stared at her for a long moment. “Yu Qing, you’re not much older than my daughter. Everything I’ve said before was for your own good. When you reach my age, you’ll understand what the phrase ‘interpersonal relationships’ truly means.”
Yu Qing didn’t bother with further pleasantries and simply smiled. “Thank you, Director.”
Zhou Yunli waved her hand dismissively. “Mm, go ahead and get back to work.”
Yu Qing closed the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. The air outside felt fresher, cleaner.
After a busy morning, the earlier incidents had faded into oblivion.
As lunchtime approached, Yu Qing tidied up the contracts on her desk and filed them away.
Perhaps because of the argument and shattered cup incident last Friday with Zhou Yunli, it seemed to have worked—the sales department hadn’t pressured her to approve Zhuo Hua Trading’s contract.
“Wah wah!”
“Whose is it?”
A sudden commotion erupted at the entrance of the office area.
Looking up, Yu Qing saw a deliveryman holding a large branded box standing at the doorway, peering inside. “Excuse me, which one of you is Miss Yu? Please come sign for this.”
Delivery personnel rarely entered their office area unless specially permitted.
Under the envious gazes of her colleagues, Yu Qing walked over, bewildered. She couldn’t immediately think of who might have sent it—Fish Demon?
But he wouldn’t be so ostentatious.
Fu Ji Chen?
He definitely didn’t have the leisure for such gestures.
Yu Qing confirmed with the courier, “Are you sure it’s not a mistake?”
“Legal Department, Yu Qing, right?” The courier verified her phone number.
Indeed, it was her mobile number.
After signing for it, Yu Qing carried the large box back to her seat.
Curious female colleagues gathered around, eager to see what kind of bag it was. Unboxing was always exciting—even if it wasn’t theirs, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation.
“Your boyfriend treats you so well—how can there be such a great man? Why haven’t I met someone like him?”
“Hurry up and find a new man.”
Everyone chimed in with jokes.
Yu Qing was also curious, hoping the bag wouldn’t be too expensive; otherwise, it would attract gossip and whispers behind her back.
Opening the outer packaging box, she first saw a card with bold, elegant handwriting:
--No need to thank me. It’s my responsibility to improve your aesthetic and taste.
It was Fu Ji Chen’s handwriting—she recognized it immediately. Her colleagues were unaware of what their boss’s handwriting looked like.
She tucked the card away and opened the box.
Fortunately, it was just a basic model—the smallest size of a soft handbag.
However, it was this year’s new design. If purchased from the flagship store, one would have to wait at least half a year. But six months ago, she didn’t even know Fu Ji Chen—he must have arranged for the item to be transferred from headquarters.
“It may not be expensive, but you can’t buy it with money. Your boyfriend treats you so well—previously, I criticized him for walking to pick you up. But caring for someone is what truly matters.”
Yu Qing remained silent as they mistakenly thought Qian Cheng was her boyfriend…
Let the misunderstanding continue beautifully.
Only Zhang Xiaochi raised her eyebrows at her, assuming it was from a suitor.
Because of the unpacking, they missed the early rush to the cafeteria. With the cafeteria crowded now, Yu Qing decided to wait a bit longer. She grabbed her cup and went to the pantry to make some lemon water to drink after the meal.
Several women from the administrative department weren’t in a hurry to eat either—they were gossiping and chatting idly.
“How could I deceive you?”
Another chimed in, “I told you—didn’t I say the second-in-charge of finance and the boss are a couple? What about that hickey from last time? Have you forgotten?”
“Sigh, I can only envy them—I’ve never even seen a private jet.”
“She’s so lucky—under the guise of business trips, she travels everywhere with the boss. Private jets, private beaches, private yachts—I can’t even dream of such things.”
Although Yu Qing only caught half of the gossip, she had already pieced together the full story.
It was likely that Qiao Yang had posted photos of these things on social media. This time, Qiao Yang was traveling with Fu Ji Chen and Secretary Pan on Fu Ji Chen’s private jet.
As for the beach outing, it was probably related to visiting clients and discussing business deals.
He had gone to great lengths to secure those two plots of land.
Back at her desk, Yu Qing sipped her lemon water absentmindedly and sent a message to Fu Ji Chen—a single image of a cartoon girl with drooping eyelids and heavy dark circles.
Clearly, she hadn’t woken up yet.
Fu Ji Chen replied: [This is called protesting too much. Did you get up at 6:30 or 7:00 this morning?]
Yu Qing: [5:00!]
Fu Ji Chen: [How dare you type those words?]
Yu Qing didn’t bother arguing further. [I received the bag. You suddenly being so attentive makes me a little afraid—you’re not falling for me, are you? (doge)]
Fu Ji Chen: [If we’re talking about falling for someone, you’ve already fallen for me. Otherwise, why did you give me the keychain?]
Yu Qing: “...”
Staring at her phone screen, she didn’t bother defending herself.
When she sipped her drink and accidentally got a piece of lemon, it was sour.
She changed the topic, teasing him. [What’s going on between you and Qiao Yang? The company’s been buzzing about it all day. Today’s rumors are about private jets and beaches. I feel like where there’s smoke, there’s fire—and flies don’t land on uncracked eggs.]
Fu Ji Chen: “...”
Yu Qing: [Though I’m usually relaxed about relationships and believe in fate, my condition is exclusivity. If you’re enjoying the company of multiple women, even with your looks, body, and wealth, I’ll kick you far away in a heartbeat.]
[Regardless of whether we stay together or part ways, I’ll still serve the Fu Corporation’s legal department wholeheartedly. My love for money and work will never change :).]
Fu Ji Chen chuckled. [It seems you’re quite bored today, listening to idle gossip. I’ve done everything I should. Since you dislike other women riding in my car, I’ll arrange for another one. Surely, I won’t take two private jets on a single trip.]
[Of course, if you gift me one, I’ll use yours in the future. Keep working hard as a reseller—maybe you’ll buy me one before I grow senile.]
Cough cough. After reading the last sentence, Yu Qing choked on her lemon water and started coughing uncontrollably.
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