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The night before the trip, Ji Qingyuan realized that the destination they had chosen for their vacation was the same city where he and Yu Jingxin had spent their honeymoon separately. For him, it wasn’t a place filled with good memories.
At that time, he thought Yu Jingxin’s heart belonged to Li Yanzhuo.
His family blamed him, asking why he stayed on his business trip for so long without returning.
He didn’t know what to say. Even if he came back, Yu Jingxin didn’t want to see him—why bother making her feel upset?
Rumors in their social circle claimed he didn’t love Yu Jingxin, but the truth was quite the opposite. He was the one who loved and couldn’t have her. On the second day of their marriage, he learned that he meant nothing to her.
Yu Jingxin came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, holding a hairdryer.
Ji Qingyuan snapped out of his thoughts and took the hairdryer from her to dry her hair.
“Who chose the travel destination?” he asked Yu Jingxin.
Yu Jingxin didn’t hear clearly. “Hm?”
Ji Qingyuan turned the dryer to its lowest setting. “Where we’re going tomorrow—who picked it?”
Yu Jingxin: “I did.”
Ji Qingyuan grunted. He didn’t understand. “If you’ve been there before, why go again?”
Yu Jingxin shot back, “You do it every day—shouldn’t you stop too?”
Ji Qingyuan: “….” He chuckled. “Is that really the same thing?”
He set the hairdryer aside. “You’ve become really good at throwing shade.” As he spoke, he kissed her neck, applying slight pressure, preparing to leave a hickey.
Yu Jingxin elbowed him. Ji Qingyuan sucked gently on her skin, ensuring the mark would stay. Kissing her cheek, he teased her, “You’re being violent again.”
Yu Jingxin went to the walk-in closet to pack her luggage.
Ji Qingyuan accompanied her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
She selected a few long dresses and placed them in the suitcase. Since this was a family trip, she packed her most modest one-piece swimsuit.
The last time she visited that city, she brought several sexy swimsuits, but since it ended up being a solo trip, none of them were used.
Ji Qingyuan looked at her profile and suddenly remembered something. “From now on, you don’t need to check that ‘Quiet Horizon’ Weibo account—it won’t be updated anymore. Those posts were all fabricated nonsense from Wen Ning’s close friend.”
Yu Jingxin: “….”
Her secret following of that account had been discovered.
She feigned nonchalance. “How did you know I was looking at that Weibo account?”
Ji Qingyuan answered honestly, “I asked Yu Qing to help me. She told me about that account.”
He then explained about their first private getaway—the so-called anniversary between him and Wen Ning. “My personal schedule was leaked by my life secretary. I’ve handled it already—I’m just letting you know.”
“Jingxin, let’s both work on our tempers. I’ll learn from Fu Jichen, and you can learn from Yu Qing. If there’s something on your mind, ask directly instead of keeping it bottled up.”
Yu Jingxin nodded and agreed.
Ji Qingyuan voiced his doubts. “Did you deliberately choose that place to remind me of how I didn’t spend the honeymoon with you, or…?”
He added, “Just tell me straight—was it intentional?”
Yu Jingxin swallowed the sharp retort that had almost slipped out and hesitated for a moment. “I wanted to go with you—to make up for what we missed.”
Ji Qingyuan held her tighter. “I find you incredibly reasonable. Clearly, it was your fault, but somehow it becomes mine.”
He continued, “Actually, you didn’t really miss out. I’ve been to that place alone.”
Yu Jingxin was surprised and turned to look at him. “When?”
Ji Qingyuan no longer cared about his pride. “During my seven-month business trip, I had a few days off. I didn’t want to come back and see you, so I went on vacation. I visited the beach you went to and attended a concert.”
In truth, even now, he still felt bitter. “Jingxin, if on the second day of our marriage, I had personally told you that I loved another woman—and we decided to just make do together—what would you have done?”
“You would definitely divorce me—you wouldn’t tolerate it even for a day.”
Yu Jingxin put down the clothes in her hands, turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked into his eyes, and kissed him lightly.
Ji Qingyuan wasn’t satisfied. “That’s all? So dismissive?”
Yu Jingxin: “…Where’s the dismissal? I kissed you!”
Ji Qingyuan didn’t respond, silently gazing at her.
Yu Jingxin stood on her tiptoes, mimicking his deep kiss, and gave him a passionate one of her own.
But Ji Qingyuan still wasn’t letting her off the hook. “Four years of grievances, and you think one kiss will fix it?”
Yu Jingxin: “….” This man was truly insatiable. She countered, “Who hasn’t endured four years of grievances?”
Ji Qingyuan wasn’t buying it. “Aside from my seven-month business trip, I’ve always been the one soothing you. Where’s your grievance?” Then, realizing he’d said the wrong thing again, he lifted her up. “Forget it—I’m wrong. You have every right to feel wronged. You’re perfect, and you’re beautiful.”
Yu Jingxin laughed despite herself, then leaned in to kiss him again.
Ji Qingyuan placed her beside him and looked into her eyes. “Say something to make me feel better. Don’t give me a long-winded speech—just one sentence.”
Yu Jingxin struggled to find the words. She turned her face away. “We’re an old married couple now—what’s there to say?”
Ji Qingyuan turned her face back toward him. “Yu Jingxin, that’s double standards. You expect me to stay head-over-heels in love with you every single day, surprise you constantly, or else I don’t love you. But if I dare say that old couples don’t need romance, you, your sister, and Yu Qing would gang up and scold me all the way to Shanghai’s alleyways.”
He pinched her cheeks gently. “Why is it okay for you to say that old couples don’t need romance?”
Ji Qingyuan lowered his head, nuzzling her. “If you don’t say anything, it means you’re hiding something.”
Yu Jingxin pursed her lips. The words felt too embarrassing to say aloud—she rarely allowed herself to dwell on such romantic sentiments. But he had endured four years.
She leaned close to his ear. “I love you. I fell for you the moment I saw you.”
For the first time, Ji Qingyuan felt the meaning of a fluttering heart. He didn’t know how to express his joy at this moment, so he resorted to his usual method.
Suddenly, Yu Jingxin grabbed Ji Qingyuan’s back, and unexpectedly, the two became one.
Ji Qingyuan kissed her earlobe. “I fell for you a few days earlier—I liked you when I saw your photo, and as soon as I met you, I wanted to marry you. I was afraid of scaring you, so I delayed it for a few more days. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stooped so low as to please you every night in bed, right?”
Yu Jingxin restrained the excitement in her heart. “That’s not love. It’s lust.”
Ji Qingyuan: “Mm, your love is profound and meaningful. Mine is shallow—I’m a jerk.”
Yu Jingxin burst out laughing and wrapped her leg around his waist.
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Meanwhile, in Yu Jingze’s apartment.
Zou Lexiao was sprawled on the couch scrolling through Weibo. A drama featuring Gu Heng was airing next week, and today Gu Heng had trended again because he was photographed holding a child, looking like the ultimate super dad.
#Professional Baby-Holder#
#How Many Sisters Do You Have?#
#Your Sister Has Kids, But You’re Still Single#
Over the past two years, Gu Heng had frequently been photographed with children, and they were always different ones.
Today’s trending topic featured Little Fishling. Gu Heng had taken a few days off and spent half a day playing with Little Fishling, only to be photographed.
Zou Lexiao scrolled through the comments for nearly an hour, reading each one and occasionally leaving footprints.
“Lexiao.” Yu Jingze was packing luggage in the walk-in closet, unsure how many swimsuits Zou Lexiao planned to bring. “Come here for a moment.”
Zou Lexiao absentmindedly replied, “Oh.”
Though she said it, her eyes remained glued to her phone.
A second later, she completely forgot his request, engrossed in Gu Heng’s trending topic.
“Lexiao.”
“Hmm?”
“Come here.”
“Oh.”
Zou Lexiao put down her phone, ran over to the walk-in closet, and threw herself into Yu Jingze’s arms. “What is it?”
Yu Jingze wrapped his arms around her. “Were you scrolling Weibo again?”
“I was just reading the comments. Everyone’s praising how cute Little Fishling is—they want to kidnap him. Poor baby won’t be able to sleep.” She asked, “Why did you call me?”
Yu Jingze pointed to the closet. “Which swimsuit should I pack?”
“The long one.”
Zou Lexiao clung to him. “Does this count as an early honeymoon?”
Yu Jingze countered, “Isn’t it just a vacation?”
Zou Lexiao hoped to travel with him more often. “I’m just worried that by the time of the wedding, you won’t have time.”
Yu Jingze held her with one arm while placing the swimsuit she mentioned into the suitcase. “We’ll make time for the honeymoon.”
Zou Lexiao swung against him, offering her lips.
After finishing with the swimsuit, Yu Jingze finally noticed. He lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Zou Lexiao’s heartbeat quickened. Despite kissing him countless times and having gone further, being held and kissed by him still made her heart race.
“For the honeymoon, I’ll choose the destination.”
Yu Jingze: “Anywhere you want.”
Zou Lexiao locked eyes with him. “I want to visit the city where I went to college. I thought about you for years there.”
Yu Jingze pressed her head against his chest. “We’ll stay there longer when the time comes.”
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“President Fu.”
“What is it?”
Fu Jichen had just put Little Fishling to sleep and entered the bedroom. Yu Qing was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.
She handed him her phone. “I finally had time to check my futures account.”
“Made money?”
“Lost. If I don’t replenish the margin soon, it’ll be forcibly liquidated.”
Fu Jichen glanced at her phone. “Your luck with men isn’t bad, but your luck with futures is terrible.”
Yu Qing: “….”
That line sounded familiar.
He had once said her taste in men was good, but her taste in bags was terrible. She got up and sat in his lap. “You collected 1.9 million from me and haven’t worked for me yet. If I had deposited that in the bank, the interest would have grown significantly.”
Fu Jichen glanced at her. “The key question is, could you have saved that money?”
Yu Qing: “….”
Fu Jichen chuckled, wrapping one arm around her. “For the next few days, I’ll dedicate myself to studying the futures market for you and try to recover some of your losses.”
He replenished her margin and transferred extra funds into her account.
“Sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow.”
They were traveling by private jet, along with the nanny, bodyguards, and drivers—a group of over twenty people.
Yu Qing had grown accustomed to sleeping in Fu Jichen’s embrace. At first, she thought resting on his arm would give her a stiff neck, but now she was used to it and found it uncomfortable to sleep with a pillow.
“The other day, I had a dream.”
Fu Jichen turned off the lights. “Why are you only remembering to tell me now?”
Yu Qing: “I wanted to tell you that day, but you carried me to bed as soon as you returned.”
Fu Jichen couldn’t remember which day it was—he often carried her to bed upon returning.
They woke up at five in the morning and wouldn’t see each other until evening. Occasionally, when not busy, they’d talk during lunch, but when busy, they had no time to communicate.
“What did you dream about?” he asked.
“I dreamed about when we first met, and I also dreamed about you carrying me through the water.”
“And?”
“You told me to sleep under the bed.”
“….”
Fu Jichen denied it. “I never said that in real life—don’t blame me.”
Yu Qing: “In reality, that night you told me to sleep plastered against the wall.”
She rolled over and pinned him down. “You have no appreciation for beauty.”
Fu Jischen: “If I hadn’t taken the initiative to approach you later, I almost misjudged that night.”
“Haha.” Yu Qing couldn’t help but laugh. “Good job using internet slang.”
She hugged him tightly. After all these years, he was still her President Fu.
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Early the next morning, before dawn, they arrived at their travel destination.
They checked into a hotel owned by one of Ji Qingyuan’s friends. With so many people traveling, they booked an entire floor. Opening the windows revealed the sea, and a cool breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean.
After checking in, they changed into their beachwear and headed to the shore.
At this moment, the busiest person was undoubtedly Baby. He stuck close to Little Fishling, holding onto the stroller as the nanny pushed it. He walked a long distance without complaining of fatigue.
He even had his own child-sized stroller. “Baby, shall we sit in the stroller?” Yu Qing suggested.
Baby shook his head. “People are plotting to kidnap Little Brother—I have to keep an eye on him.”
Yu Qing: “….”
It was the trending topic from two days ago. She had casually mentioned to Fu Jichen that netizens found Little Fishling adorable and joked about kidnapping him. Baby misunderstood, thinking they actually intended to take his brother home.
Ji Qingyuan, worried his son might tire himself out, held Little Fishling in one arm and Baby in the other. “This way, no one can steal your brother.”
Baby was overjoyed. “Thank you, Daddy. Mommy loves Daddy.”
Yu Jingxin glanced at Ji Qingyuan, who wore sunglasses and pretended not to notice.
The first rays of sunlight spilled over the sea, illuminating the water. The deep blue sea shimmered with golden hues, and the clouds at the horizon glowed with vibrant colors.
Waves crashed against the rocks, and the tide surged toward the shore with foamy waves.
Their group walked toward the sun, leaving behind a trail of double footprints in the sand.
Fu Jichen felt they were nearing the designated spot and looked at Ji Qingyuan. “Should we keep walking?”
Ji Qingyuan understood. “Let’s watch the sunrise here.”
He set Baby down and placed Little Fishling in the stroller.
Baby tickled Little Fishling’s palm, and Little Fishling giggled.
He adored Baby, waving his tiny hands excitedly.
“Mama, Mama, Mama…”
Little Fishling could string together long calls of “Mama” and “Papa.”
“Big Brother,” Baby taught Little Fishling to speak.
Little Fishling blinked, not understanding, but grinned widely.
Fu Jichen came over, lifted Little Fishling, and prompted, “Call Daddy.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
Fu Jichen kissed his son, and Yu Qing also hugged and kissed him. The three of them took several selfies together.
Ji Qingyuan wrapped his arm around Yu Jingxin and took a few selfies to post on social media: 【’Qingxin’ Summer】.
Yu Jingze and Zou Lexiao took selfies on the side, hugging each other and snapping many photos. Zou Lexiao didn’t post hers, but Yu Jingze shared his on social media.
After playing for a while, Fu Jichen placed Little Fishling back in the stroller and signaled Yu Qing, “You, Yu Jingxin, and Zou Lexiao line up according to age.”
Yu Qing was confused. “What for?”
Fu Jichen casually made up an excuse. “To take a group photo.”
Yu Qing believed him and called over her sister and Zou Lexiao. They discussed what poses to strike.
The men stood opposite their wives, maintaining a distance of half a meter.
Yu Qing assumed, “Are the six of us taking a group photo?”
Fu Jichen: “No.”
After speaking, the three men exchanged glances and then knelt on one knee.
Zou Lexiao covered her face with her hands. She didn’t need Yu Jingze to recite any elaborate proposal vows—just seeing him kneel made her want to marry him.
Her eyes teared up as she extended her hand. “I do.”
Yu Jingze: “…Act more reserved—I haven’t proposed yet.”
“But I already want to say yes! I want to be with you forever, and we’ll have more kids. You’ll only ever love me.”
“Zou Lexiao, what am I supposed to say now?”
Zou Lexiao laughed, tears brimming in her eyes. “You don’t need to say much. Just love me, and let me see you every day—that’s enough.”
Fu Jichen nudged Ji Qingyuan. “Zou Lexiao sets the bar low. You don’t have to feel embarrassed anymore.”
Ji Qingyuan: “….”
Yu Qing and Yu Jingxin had already been proposed to and obtained their marriage certificates. They thought Fu Jichen and Ji Qingyuan were just joining in the fun for Yu Jingze’s sake, so they started watching the spectacle, forgetting the men kneeling before them.
Yu Jingze held Zou Lexiao’s hand. “I’ll make sure you see me every day. For as long as you chase stars, I’ll chase them with you. I’m so lucky to have met you and to be loved by you. I love you.”
After a pause, he nervously almost forgot to say, “Will you marry me?”
Yu Qing teased, “Reject him.”
Zou Lexiao tearfully replied, “I can’t bear to.” She wiped her tears and quickly extended her hand. “Hurry up and put the ring on me.”
Fu Jichen patted Yu Qing’s hand. “Lawyer Yu, look at me.”
Yu Qing finally turned her attention back. “What is it?”
Fu Jichen pulled out a bracelet. “I’m so lucky to have met my little beauty fish.”
Yu Qing: “Thank you, my first love, President Fu.”
Ji Qingyuan also presented a bracelet, though its design differed from Yu Qing’s. “I’m so lucky to have met my twisted knot spirit.”
Yu Jingxin laughed. “I’m the luckiest—I met my Ji Qingyuan.” She extended her right hand to him.
Yu Qing then noticed there was a professional videographer recording everything.
Fu Jichen crouched down and gestured to Yu Qing. “I’ll carry you to watch the sunrise.”
Ji Qingyuan and Yu Jingze followed suit. Baby pushed Little Fishling’s stroller, leading the way.
They walked barefoot on the beach, their steps slow.
The waves washed over Baby’s feet, soaking them with water. He held several balloons in his hand. “Daddy loves Mommy, Uncle loves Auntie, Grandpa loves Grandma, and I love Little Brother.”
With that, he burst into laughter.
His clear laughter echoed across the shore.
(End of Book)
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