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Yu Qing cupped Fu Jichen’s cheeks. His earnest yet stubborn expression, unwilling to yield to Ji Qingyuan, was both amusing and endearing.
But he and Ji Qingyuan were entirely different matters.
And then there was her father, who had begun to let loose. He seemed to be finally indulging in the drunkenness of last year’s liquor this year.
“President Fu, it’s nighttime. Your daydream can wake up now.”
Fu Jichen argued with conviction, “Ji Qingyuan’s son calls Chairman Yu ‘Grandpa,’ so my child should call him ‘Grandpa’ too.”
So by this logic, did he infer that he and Ji Qingyuan shared the same status?
Yu Qing was too exhausted to even critique his reasoning. She remained clear-headed and chose not to argue further, lest the conversation veer toward marriage certificates.
It was late, and she intended to sleep.
“Or you can sit alone for a while—I’m going to bed.”
She kissed the corner of his lips and let go of him.
Fu Jichen took the pillow behind her and turned off the light, but he didn’t leave. “You sleep. I don’t have anything to do even if I go back now.”
To avoid disturbing her sleep, he kept his distance.
Yu Qing turned over and opened her eyes.
By the window, Fu Jichen sat quietly on the sofa. He wasn’t looking at his phone.
The room was too dim; she could only make out his silhouette.
After a while…
“President Fu.”
“Hmm?”
Fu Jichen turned his head. “Still not sleeping? Am I disturbing you?”
“No, I’m just not sleepy yet.”
Fu Jichen got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t know whether she was troubled by thoughts of the baby or by various work-related issues.
“If you’re not sleepy, talk to me.”
Yu Qing wrapped her arms around him, pulling their bodies close so they could breathe in each other’s scent. “I’m so glad we’re creating a little life together.”
“It’s my honor.”
Fu Jichen also embraced her.
Yu Qing reached out to turn on the light. Since she wasn’t sleepy, she didn’t force herself to sleep. “I still have a lot of work to do. Maybe after I finish, I’ll feel tired.”
She went to the study to fetch her laptop.
Fu Jichen asked with concern, “How’s the situation with Leng Wenning?”
“Not started yet.”
Suddenly, Yu Qing looked up. “Do you have any black history in your romantic relationships?”
Fu Jichen met her scrutinizing gaze, which carried an air of settling old scores. “Haven’t I only ever dated you? Does my relationship history with you count as ‘black’?”
Yu Qing chuckled dryly. “My relationship with you is like a rainbow after the rain—colorful and enviable, something many people could only dream of.”
Fu Jichen: “I’m not Ji Qingyuan. You don’t need to worry about encountering the same troubles you and your sister faced.”
Yu Qing opened her email. “I still can’t understand why my sister clings to a marriage as stagnant as a dead pond. If it were me, I’d have divorced long ago. With looks, money, and children, couldn’t she live better on her own?”
Fu Jichen silently watched her without responding.
“Should I pour you a glass of milk?”
Yu Qing nodded slowly. “Alright.” Perhaps it would calm her nerves.
Fu Jichen went downstairs. Passing by the gym, the lights were off.
Chairman Yu might already be asleep, or perhaps still busy in the study.
In the living room on the first floor, the housekeeper was deliberately waiting for him.
The housekeeper handed him two access cards—one for the villa’s main gate and another for the pedestrian gate of the residential compound. “I’ll go to the property management tomorrow to register your license plate into the motor vehicle access system of the community.”
Fu Jichen accepted them with both hands and expressed his gratitude.
He placed the access cards in his car and stared at them intently, over and over again.
What Ji Qingyuan had, he now possessed too.
Between him and Ji Qingyuan, the only difference now was a marriage certificate.
After pondering for a moment…
Fu Jichen took a photo of the access cards and posted it on social media, setting it to be visible only to Ji Qingyuan. He also tagged Ji Qingyuan.
Soon, Ji Qingyuan’s call came through.
“If you wanted me to congratulate you, you could’ve sent it privately. Did you really need to post it on social media?”
Fu Jichen: “I’m not asking for congratulations. I’m telling you to learn from me and hurry up in pursuing someone.”
Ji Qingyuan wasn’t intentionally mocking him—he was just stating the truth. “Did you buy this from Yu Jingze with money?”
“Dad gave it to me.”
“?” Ji Qingyuan was puzzled. “How does Chairman Fu have access cards from Dad’s side?”
“…Our dad gave it to me.”
Only then did Ji Qingyuan realize belatedly that Fu Jichen had already entered the inner circle. “I only got the access card to the house this year. How do you already have it?”
Fu Jichen: “Maybe you lost out on looks. Dad couldn’t stand you.”
“…Go to hell.”
Fu Jichen stopped joking and got to the point. “Think about how to mend your relationship with Yu Jingxin. Once things between you normalize, Yu Qing might think marriage isn’t so bad and might consider marrying me.”
Ji Qingyuan had long grown tired of this meaningless life.
But his situation with Yu Jingxin was fundamentally different from Fu Jichen’s with Yu Qing.
On New Year’s Day, she had dried his shirt for him. Right in front of him, she washed her hands twice with hand soap.
Thinking about that scene, Ji Qingyuan’s suffocation worsened.
He set down his phone and went to the safe to retrieve his laptop.
The photos inside had already been copied multiple times—he wasn’t afraid of her deleting them again.
With the laptop in hand, he turned off the study light and went to the bedroom to find Yu Jingxin.
Yu Jingxin was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through her phone. A faint smile played on her lips—the kind of smile she only showed when looking at photos or videos of her son.
She was so engrossed that she didn’t notice him enter.
Her long legs were raised parallel to the bed, practicing yoga even while using her phone.
The strap of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulder, but she hadn’t noticed yet.
Vibrant and alluring.
Ji Qingyuan stood by the door and watched her for a while.
Whether it was her or Yu Qing, their boldness, recklessness, and occasional arrogance were partly due to their beauty—beauty they wielded like a weapon.
Yu Jingxin replayed the video of her son as a newborn one more time. Her legs grew tired from being raised for so long, so she lowered them and prepared to sleep. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a shadow by the door and abruptly turned her head.
The smile on her lips vanished faster than a tornado.
She grabbed a bath towel to cover her legs and lay down with her back to him.
Ji Qingyuan got into bed, opened his laptop, and began looking through their wedding photos.
Suddenly, Yu Jingxin opened her eyes but remained facing away from him. “I’m moving with the baby to Dad’s place tomorrow.”
Ji Qingyuan had been staring at the photo of him kissing her. For a moment, he was lost in thought, then turned his face toward her. “What did you say?” He had heard her clearly but feared he might have misunderstood.
“Yu Qing is having a baby, and I’m going over to take care of her for a while. You know how strained her relationship with Mom is.”
Ji Qingyuan felt baffled, trying hard to suppress the thought that she was using this as an excuse to separate from him—or even divorce him.
He restrained his temper and tried to keep his tone calm. “Dad’s place already has chefs, maids, drivers, bodyguards, and a housekeeper—a dozen people. Not to mention Fu Jichen. With so many people around, why do you need to move there specifically?”
Besides, she had never done a day’s manual labor in her life. Could she even take care of anyone?
It was nothing more than an excuse.
Yu Jingxin’s voice was cold. “By your logic, wealthy families can hire a childcare team—so what’s the point of the child’s mother being there? What’s the point of being with family?”
Ji Qingyuan: “...”
He was left speechless.
But no matter what, he couldn’t let her move out.
It would be easy for her to leave, but getting her to return would be nearly impossible.
“If there’s anything, you can tell me over the phone. If necessary, you can visit Dad’s place every day. There’s no need to move in.”
Yu Jingxin didn’t respond, too lazy to argue with him. She had already made up her mind to go.
Earlier that day, after receiving Yu Qing’s call and learning that she was pregnant and decided to keep the baby, Yu Jingxin wasn’t just surprised or happy—she was shaken.
She couldn’t imagine the kind of internal struggle Yu Qing must have gone through to make that decision.
And how she managed to adjust her mindset within just one day.
For years, Yu Jingxin had been battling herself daily.
Again and again.
Each time ending in failure.
In matters of love, she was a complete loser.
Leng Wenning had ruined almost all of her holidays and anniversaries, and along with that, even the sight of Ji Qingyuan filled her with disgust.
More than four years had passed, yet she still couldn’t get past it emotionally.
She wanted to stay at her father’s place for a while—to calm herself down.
She also wanted to learn from Yu Qing how to live her own life well.
“I’m just telling you—I’ll move with the baby tomorrow. If you miss him, you can come visit.”
Ji Qingyuan stared at her back, exactly as he had anticipated—she wanted to separate from him.
After her words, silence stretched between them for over ten minutes. Neither spoke.
Taking care of Yu Qing was merely an excuse.
Her real intention was to separate from him, forcing him to file for divorce.
“Did you hear that he’s decided not to take over the family business and pursue his own interests in Beijing instead? Is that why you want a divorce?”
“?...”
Yu Jingxin exhaled deeply. “Yes. I heard Leng Wenning is still single. In the future, you can be with her, and I’ll be with him. We’ll each live our own lives. Is that okay?”
The laptop on Ji Qingyuan’s knees slipped and fell onto the bed.
“Fine.”
He picked up the laptop. “Here, take it back. Delete the wedding photos if you want.”
Yu Jingxin instinctively gripped the edge of the bath towel, then suddenly sat up and snatched the laptop from his hands. She clicked on the drive containing the photos and immediately selected “Format.”
At the very moment the formatting began, it felt as though all the lights in the city had gone out.
Ji Qingyuan felt as if someone were choking his throat—the suffocation far stronger than when she washed her hands with soap in front of him.
Yu Jingxin stared at the computer screen. With each passing moment, it wasn’t just the photos being erased—it was their four-year marriage, the ties she had struggled to sever but never quite managed to let go of.
In the room, aside from the hum of the laptop, only his increasingly labored breathing could be heard.
His restraint seemed to have reached its limit.
“Jingxin,” he suppressed himself, speaking softly.
The words that had been on the tip of his tongue suddenly felt meaningless.
“Whose laptop is this—yours or mine?”
Yu Jingxin snapped out of her thoughts. “Yours.”
Ji Qingyuan nodded.
Then came another prolonged silence.
The formatting completed.
With a sharp snap , Ji Qingyuan forcefully closed the laptop, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and strode directly to the landscape terrace connected to the bedroom, holding the laptop.
A curtain separated her from Ji Qingyuan.
Yu Jingxin couldn’t see what was happening on the terrace and had no idea what he intended to do with the laptop.
Soon after, a loud thud echoed—not deafening, but enough to strike at the heart.
He had thrown the laptop down into the yard below.
The entire world seemed to fall silent.
The housekeeper and several other staff members who heard the commotion rushed to the yard to investigate.
There, on the ground, lay the laptop. On the second-floor terrace, Ji Qingyuan stood motionless.
The staff exchanged glances, none daring to speak.
They guessed it was likely a fight between the couple.
One of the maids stepped forward to pick up the laptop, but the housekeeper stopped her.
The housekeeper looked up and quietly asked Ji Qingyuan, “Should we bring you a ladder?”
Ji Qingyuan: “...”
The housekeeper, having been through similar situations before, understood the gravity of Ji Qingyuan throwing the laptop down.
If Ji Qingyuan had simply “jumped” down from the terrace and walked back into the bedroom with the laptop, Yu Jingxin might have calmed down.
This couple… Sigh.
The housekeeper inwardly shook his head.
Ji Qingyuan assessed the distance from the second floor to the ground. Though it wasn’t too high, if he accidentally sprained his ankle jumping down, Yu Jingxin might find him even more repulsive, thinking he was trying to manipulate her with a self-inflicted injury.
Seeing Ji Qingyuan’s silence, the housekeeper understood and quickly fetched a folding ladder.
Ji Qingyuan gripped the railing of the terrace and swung himself down, just stepping onto the ladder when footsteps approached—Yu Jingxin was coming over.
If she saw him climbing down using a ladder, he’d have no place to hide his embarrassment.
He quickly called out to the people below, “What are you doing out here? It’s cold outside. Go back inside.”
Without time to think, the housekeeper swiftly removed the ladder.
Ji Qingyuan: “...”
His body instantly hung suspended in mid-air.
He clutched the railing tightly.
When his arm strength failed, he involuntarily “fell” down.
Upon landing, his ankle throbbed with pain and numbness.
After recovering, Ji Qingyuan took a few steps—it seemed fine.
He looked up, but there was no one on the terrace anymore.
It was late into the night, and the yard was quiet. The onlookers who had witnessed his awkward moment discreetly retreated to their rooms.
Ji Qingyuan bent down to pick up the laptop—the edges were dented, and the hard drive was likely damaged.
He stood in the yard for a while, then carried the laptop back inside.
In the bedroom, the lights were off.
Ji Qingyuan didn’t turn them back on. Once his eyes adjusted, he felt his way along the wall to the bed. Yu Jingxin was still lying with her back to him, surely not asleep.
He leaned against the headboard, wide awake.
After a long silence…
He glanced at her. “I already backed up the photos. I’ll buy you a new laptop tomorrow.”
No response.
Ji Qingyuan shifted closer and pulled her into his arms.
Yu Jingxin struggled forcefully, trying to push him away.
Ji Qingyuan tightened his grip on her arms and murmured, “Sleep. I won’t do anything.”
He rested his chin against her cheek. “If you want to move back, then go ahead. Let’s see if we can dream the same dream without sleeping in the same bed.”
Tomorrow, he’d talk to Fu Jichen about finding an excuse to move into the villa as well.
________________________________________
Late into the night.
At Yu’s villa, Fu Jichen still hadn’t left.
He thought Yu Qing had fallen asleep, so he opened his phone to check the time—it was nearly 1 a.m.
Yu Qing turned over, shifting twice.
Fu Jichen turned off the screen. “Did I wake you?”
“No. I haven’t been able to sleep.” Yu Qing rested her hands under her head, lying on her side.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“Not much,” he replied. Fu Jichen revealed his inner thoughts. “It still feels unreal.” He had spent the entire day in a state of anxiety, fearing loss.
Driving around the city alone that evening brought a tangible sense of reality.
Arriving at Yu’s home, Chairman Yu telling him to call him “Dad” suddenly made him question whether this was all just a dream.
Yu Qing gazed in his direction, still unable to make out his features. “Let’s talk. I can’t sleep either. I’m tired, but my mind is unusually alert.”
“President Fu, how much do you think you’re worth in my heart?”
By now, Fu Jichen had relaxed, his hand resting on the back of the sofa. “Probably not much. One cent?”
Yu Qing: “Guess bolder.”
“Five cents?”
“Be more confident.”
Fu Jichen raised his guess. “One dollar twenty cents?”
“Can you stop increasing by cents?”
“One hundred yuan?” Immediately after, Fu Jichen hesitated. “Is that too much?”
Yu Qing laughed and reached for her phone. “I’ll transfer money to you and buy you.”
Fu Jichen opened WeChat. ‘Fishing Cat’ transferred him 520 yuan.
Yu Qing tilted her chin slightly. “Accept it. Once you do, you belong to me, and during this period, you’ll do whatever I say. I’ll also clarify the duration of the purchase so you don’t get confused.”
She transferred another amount.
Fu Jichen stared at the second amount: 【3344】.
Yu Qing turned off her phone. “I didn’t have time to prepare a gift for Valentine’s Day. Use this three thousand-plus yuan wisely.”
All of Fu Jichen’s uncertainty and feelings of unreality settled with these two numbers.
Yu Qing yawned, finally succumbing to drowsiness. “Goodnight, my President Fu.”
Fu Jichen accepted the money, staring at the two amounts repeatedly. He negotiated with her, “Can you combine these two amounts into one transfer?”
Yu Qing: “...”
Not stupid—over five million yuan.
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