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During the meal, Yu Qing hadn’t forgotten about hiring Fu Ji Chen.
“By the way, give me your bank account number. I’ll transfer the money to you later—1.92 million. You agreed to it last night, right? You haven’t forgotten?”
Fu Ji Chen thought for a moment. If she transferred all that money, her account balance would be nearly depleted.
“How about 1.9 million? Didn’t you say you’re hiring me from after Christmas? Since you’re paying in advance, I’ll give you a discount.”
Yu Qing could guess why Fu Ji Chen wanted to deduct 200,000 yuan.
She served him a dish. “A drop of kindness deserves a gushing spring in return. I’ve decided—I won’t argue with you all day today, and I’ll let you have your way in everything.”
“…”
After the meal, Yu Qing followed Fu Ji Chen to his office.
She opened her mobile banking app. “Give me your account number.” She mentioned which bank her card was from. “Give me an account from the same bank; otherwise, the transfer fee will be quite high.”
“How much could the fee be? Isn’t it capped at fifty yuan?”
“Fifty isn’t money?”
Fu Ji Chen increasingly felt he should learn to be more frugal from Yu Qing.
He took out his wallet and handed it to her. “Find it yourself.” He glanced at his schedule. “I’m free all day this Saturday.”
“Mm. And then?”
“Saturday morning, I’ll play tennis at the club. In the afternoon, I’ll buy you clothes.”
His obsession with buying her clothes ran deep.
Speaking of tennis, Yu Qing hadn’t been to the club in a long time.
Her first meeting with Fu Ji Chen had been on the club’s tennis court.
Yu Qing’s phone vibrated. The caller ID read: Fish Demon.
She immediately hung up. [I’m in Fu Ji Chen’s office. It’s inconvenient to answer.]
She transferred the money. “Check if you’ve received it.” She stood up.
“Aren’t you going to rest for a bit?”
“No, I still have case files to organize.” She made an excuse to leave quickly.
Once outside, Yu Qing asked Yu Jingze: [What’s the matter?]
Yu Jingze: [Do you realize how big of a mess you’ve caused? Why would Fu Ji Chen suddenly announce publicly at the company that you’re his fiancée? Qin Moling knows about it too.]
Yu Qing paused. Her concern was: [Does Dad know?]
Yu Jingze: [The elders aren’t paying attention to these things.]
Yu Qing sighed in relief. If her father found out she was hiding in the Fu Corporation, he might get so upset his heart could stop.
Yu Jingze wanted to know: [How do you plan to handle the aftermath?]
[What aftermath?]
[With Fu Ji Chen. He still doesn’t know who you really are.]
Yu Qing thought it was no big deal: [Whether he knows or not doesn’t make much difference. I haven’t deceived him physically, emotionally, financially, nor have I taken his salary for nothing. Why do I need to fix anything?]
Yu Jingze couldn’t get through to her. She always thought he was overthinking things.
[Tell me the truth—was it you who actively pursued Fu Ji Chen at first?]
Yu Qing knew what Fish Demon was worried about: [How could I possibly pursue him while hiding my identity? Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do something so foolish. It was him who actively seduced me and insisted on being with me.]
Yu Jingze: “….”
Hopefully so.
Their family’s wealth still lagged behind Fu Ji Chen’s.
Fu Ji Chen’s personal assets were almost catching up to their father’s, and that didn’t even include the Fu Corporation.
The strength of the Fu Corporation was unmatched by most groups.
If Yu Qing had approached Fu Ji Chen under false pretenses, there’d be no way to explain it, even with ten mouths.
[So while there’s still room to maneuver, quickly distance yourself from Fu Ji Chen. If you absolutely don’t want to marry Qin Moling, go abroad. I’ll find a way to sneak your passport from Dad to you.]
Yu Qing: [I like Beijing now.]
Yu Jingze: “….”
Yu Qing: [Stop worrying. I know what I’m doing. In Beijing, the only people who can connect my name with my family are our family members and Qin Moling. No one else knows me.]
[Moreover, Qin Moling probably hopes I’m with someone else so he doesn’t have to marry me. The first time we met, he stood me up—he hates marriage even more than I do.]
Qin Moling wasn’t short of women.
Feng Mai, who bought her bag, seemed to be one of them.
[Also, I really like Beijing. If I really don’t want to stay, even if Dad takes away my ID, I still have ways to leave. Worst case, I’ll go find Mom.]
[You know, I’ve gotten used to going with the flow all these years, whether it’s work or relationships. For the first time, I want to settle down somewhere. Maybe it’s because you’re here—it makes me feel secure :) ]
Yu Jingze chuckled sarcastically. Even flattery sounded so sentimental coming from her.
Yu Qing gave Yu Jingze another reassurance: [I’ve never planned to get married, so I won’t embarrass Fu Ji Chen by marrying into an alliance someday. Don’t worry.]
She reminded Yu Jingze: [Next month has two holidays—Christmas and New Year’s. Remember to send me bags~]
Yu Jingze didn’t reply further.
________________________________________
On Saturday, the sky was clear and the clouds were sparse.
The wind was light, perfect for outdoor activities.
At eight o’clock, basking in the morning sun, the car headed toward the suburban club.
Yu Qing rested her chin on the car window. As the vehicle left the city, the scenery grew more expansive, and the sky appeared bluer.
The last time she visited the club was late June.
She had just returned to the country not long before, and Fish Demon, worried she’d be bored, had arranged a membership for her at the club.
The club offered various sports, but Yu Qing was only interested in tennis.
However, encountering Fu Ji Chen that day hadn’t been part of her plan.
That afternoon, she received a call from her father. He reminded her that she was already twenty-five years old—no longer young.
She asked him what he meant.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.
Her father spoke: “Your grandparents, as well as the elders from the Qin family, have discussed it and believe you and Qin Moling are a good match. I also think no one is more suitable for you than Qin Moling. Whether it’s appearance or ability, he stands out.”
“Discussed... a good match.”
What contradictory, laughable reasoning.
Her father had even arranged a meeting place for them—the club—mentioning that Qin Moling enjoyed tennis as well, giving them a shared interest.
Even though she was upset with her father, she still planned to meet Qin Moling—to show respect and to clarify things once and for all.
She assumed Qin Moling would also reject such a marriage based purely on benefits, devoid of any emotion.
In her haste, she hadn’t returned home to change into athletic wear.
In the trunk, there was a set of sportswear gifted by the club when she signed up. She made do with it.
At the tennis court her father booked, she waited over twenty minutes, but Qin Moling never showed up.
Later, she received a call from Qin Moling’s secretary, explaining that he had an important video conference half an hour later and couldn’t make it.
If she wasn’t busy that evening, they could take her out for dinner.
She declined.
Qin Moling couldn’t even bother calling himself—if she didn’t understand his intentions now, she’d truly be naive.
This was for the best—it saved them both the trouble.
Unable to play alone, she hired a coach from the club.
That day, she was filled with anger—anger at her father for disrespecting her, bringing her back to the country solely for an arranged marriage. Before this, she genuinely thought her father wanted her close, hoping to see her more often, which was why he asked her to return to Beijing.
But that wasn’t the case.
That day, while playing tennis, her strikes were harsher than usual.
The coach couldn’t keep up.
Afterward, the coach suffered a knee ligament strain.
But the coach still had clients scheduled to play.
She stepped in to help temporarily, promising to give the coach her tips afterward.
That client turned out to be Fu Ji Chen.
That day, Fu Ji Chen lost to her.
The car pulled into the club’s parking lot.
Yu Qing snapped out of her thoughts.
Getting out of the car, they headed to the indoor facility to warm up.
Fu Ji Chen walked ahead, dressed in a black tracksuit today, appearing even taller and more attractive.
Yu Qing glanced down at her own white sportswear, emblazoned with the club’s logo. It did make her look a bit like Fu Ji Chen’s dedicated coach.
Though Fu Ji Chen walked slowly, the person behind still couldn’t catch up.
He turned around. “Can’t you hurry up!”
“I want to hurry too, but who told me I don’t have long legs like yours?”
“Short legs? Can’t you take bigger steps?”
“…”
Despite his complaints, Fu Ji Chen still waited for her to walk together.
Upon reaching the entrance hall, staff approached to guide them inside.
Fu Ji Chen disliked having people nearby and gestured for them to leave.
Following Fu Ji Chen’s pace, Yu Qing walked toward the elevator.
Suddenly, her steps faltered slightly.
At the elevator entrance stood Fish Demon—and Qin Moling.
With a guilty conscience, she always feared Fu Ji Chen might associate her with Yu Jingze.
She whispered softly to Fu Ji Chen, “Hey, isn’t that Qin Moling over there? The person next to him—I know him. We share the same surname. I had dinner with him once during a project at the law firm. There were many people then; I’m not sure if he remembers me.”
Fu Ji Chen eyed her. “Why do you want him to remember you?”
Yu Qing replied nonchalantly, “His family owns a bank, and he’s familiar with most people in the financial circle. Isn’t it beneficial to expand my network?”
“The people he knows, I know too. Why should you get to know him?”
“…”
Yu Jingze casually glanced sideways, pausing briefly. What was going on? He lowered his voice to remind Qin Moling, “My sister and Fu Ji Chen are here to play tennis.”
Qin Moling followed his gaze and spotted the two approaching figures. He furrowed his brows slightly.
His gaze lingered on Yu Qing for several seconds.
Yu Jingze still spoke on behalf of his sister. “Just pretend you don’t recognize Yu Qing. Anyway, you don’t intend to marry her, and she has no intention of getting married either.”
Having reached this point, he felt helpless. “If she truly believes being with Fu Ji Chen is suitable, so be it. I don’t plan to interfere with her affairs. Let her deal with the mess she’s created.”
Qin Moling glanced at Yu Jingze without responding.
As they drew closer, Qin Moling and Fu Ji Chen deliberately acted as if they didn’t see each other.
However, Yu Jingze and Fu Ji Chen exchanged a few polite words upon meeting.
Today was no different.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” Because his sister was under someone else’s roof, Yu Jingze extended his hand first.
They shook hands briefly.
Fu Ji Chen smiled lightly. “I’ve been busy borrowing money lately, no time for leisure.”
Yu Jingze teased, “Now that you’re complaining about being poor, I feel awkward asking you to deposit funds.”
They bantered for a few moments.
Yu Qing knew that although Fish Demon mentioned deposit solicitation jokingly, deep down, he constantly aimed to develop subsidiaries of the Fu Corporation into major clients for their family’s bank.
The Fu Corporation’s operating cash flow had always been healthy, with strong “self-sustaining capabilities.”
Fish Demon had said that collaborating with a company like the Fu Corporation meant no worries about loan repayment abilities—it was a win-win situation.
However, due to their family’s competition with Fu Ji Chen in various fields,
None of the Fu Corporation’s subsidiaries had accounts in their family’s bank.
Now, because of Qin Moling, Fu Ji Chen would be even less likely to cooperate with their family.
Their brief exchange ended.
Yu Qing gave Yu Jingze a professional smile, her tone perfectly measured. “President Yu, hello.”
Yu Jingze nodded slightly. “Hello, Lawyer Yu.” He then turned to Fu Ji Chen: “I haven’t had the chance to congratulate you yet. I heard a few days ago that you got engaged—to one of your legal department lawyers. I thought they were joking.”
The elevator had already arrived.
Club staff kept pressing the door-open button, waiting for Yu Jingze and Qin Moling to enter.
After exchanging a few more words with Fu Ji Chen, Yu Jingze stepped into the elevator.
Out of long-standing familial habit, Yu Qing instinctively followed.
When she turned around, Fu Ji Chen was staring at her intently.
Yu Qing: “….”
Fu Ji Chen’s gaze swept back and forth between Yu Jingze and Yu Qing’s faces multiple times.
During this time, Yu Jingze and Fu Ji Chen’s eyes met briefly several times. Yu Jingze noticed the intriguing expression on Fu Ji Chen’s face. When Yu Qing and Yu Jingze weren’t standing side by side, others might not find them resembling siblings.
But when standing together, the resemblance was striking.
The more you looked, the more they seemed like family.
Yu Qing didn’t have time to ponder what Fu Ji Chen was thinking right now. She was about to step out when, unexpectedly, after Qin Moling entered, he pressed the door-close button directly.
Fu Ji Chen: “….”
Yu Qing: “….”
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