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The roads were congested, and after leaving the company for a while, the car had only moved a few hundred meters.
Yu Qing was now chauffeured by a driver—her father forbade her from driving herself.
Without having to drive, she could stare out the window and let her mind wander freely.
After much deliberation…
Yu Qing lowered the car’s sun visor and took out her phone to dial a number.
Just as the ringing was about to end, the other party answered.
“Qingqing, it’s been a long time.”
Yu Qing: “Chairman Pang, hello, it’s been a long time.”
Pang Linbin’s expression paused slightly before he smiled. “What brings you to call me today, Lawyer Yu?”
Yu Qing needed to discuss business with Pang Linbin, so there was no room for beating around the bush. “Xinjian Technology—does Chairman Pang have any interest in learning more?”
Pang Linbin was somewhat aware of Xinjian Technology’s latest developments. The Fu Group had initially decided to invest, with Fu Jichen being the largest shareholder. However, for some unknown reason, the acquisition had stalled.
Now that this opportunity arose, he wasn’t opposed. “Please elaborate.”
Yu Qing spoke succinctly. “Initially, I facilitated the connection for the Fu Group and reached an agreement with several of their directors for our Lemong Technology to also take a stake. But Fu Jichen gave us harsh terms—he wanted us to invest with our technology but offered pitifully few shares. That’s where things got stuck.”
“You know how technology investment works—it’s different from others. Fu Jichen wants our technology but doesn’t want us involved in management. We’ve been at a stalemate, and nothing has been resolved to this day.”
Pang Linbin cut straight to the point. “So what are you implying by contacting me?”
Yu Qing: “I’m planning to withdraw. If you’re interested, I’ll facilitate the connection for you. Xinjian Technology isn’t listed yet, so whether you hold the investment long-term or exit after an IPO, it’s a win-win. I’ll send all the due diligence reports to your email shortly.”
“If this project succeeds, the prospects are promising.” Pang Linbin half-joked. “You’ve never done a losing deal.”
Yu Qing shifted to the main topic. “This is compensation for any potential losses Leng Wenning might cause you. Honestly, this matter won’t affect my relationship with my mother because there was no relationship to begin with.”
A brief silence.
“But I don’t want my actions to affect your relationship. My mother’s personality—her decision to be with you again must mean she loves you deeply.”
Pang Linbin fell quiet for a moment. He turned his head to look at his wife beside him.
His wife never listened in on his calls, but when he told her beforehand that it was Yu Qing on the line, she sat there pretending to read a book. In reality, she likely heard every word.
Yet she still refused to accompany him to Beijing.
Yu Qing’s voice came through again. “But I can’t compromise with Leng Wenning.”
Pang Linbin asked, “Do you know I’m going to Beijing tomorrow?”
Yu Qing didn’t hide it. “Yes. I also know you arrived in Shanghai at noon today. And I know Leng Wenning will pick you up at the airport tomorrow afternoon.”
Her topic suddenly jumped. “Uncle Pang, I have another lucrative project to discuss with you tomorrow.”
“Can’t we talk today?”
“No, the almanac says it’s unfavorable. The discussion would collapse. Plus, the location matters too.”
Pang Linbin: “...” He chuckled. “Where do you suggest?”
Yu Qing: “Tomorrow afternoon at the airport. Oh, and it’d be best if a certain Ms. Leng were present.”
Pang Linbin thought for a moment. “Alright, then you come to pick me up tomorrow.”
After the call ended, Yu Qing let out a sigh of relief.
She checked Pang Linbin’s arrival time in Beijing and instructed her secretary to cancel all her appointments for tomorrow afternoon.
Once she finished, Yu Qing called Fu Jichen. Upon hearing that Yu Qing was coming, Ji Qingyuan left first, as he had dinner plans with Yu Jingze and his father-in-law.
Before leaving, fearing that Fu Jichen might forget his brother-in-law in favor of romance, Ji Qingyuan reminded him to arrive at the restaurant promptly at seven o’clock, preferably a bit earlier.
His marriage with Yu Jingxin seemed to have reached its end. Now, he could only rely on family ties to ease the tension.
Twenty minutes later, Yu Qing arrived at the Fu Group.
The president’s secretary hadn’t seen Yu Qing in over a month. Seeing her graceful figure made her pause momentarily, almost unsure if it was really her.
They were used to seeing Yu Qing in her work uniform, but today she suddenly appeared in a sexy long dress. At first glance, they couldn’t quite adjust to the change.
Someone couldn’t resist glancing at Yu Qing’s face—her makeup was minimal. Whether it was an illusion or not, there seemed to be an indescribable gentleness in her eyes.
It wasn’t just the secretaries who were mesmerized—Fu Jichen was momentarily captivated as well.
He was in the middle of changing his shirt, having only buttoned two buttons so far.
Yu Qing sat in his chair, spinning it a few times. “Don’t recognize your little beauty fish anymore?”
“Why are you wearing haute couture to work?”
“I didn’t wear it for work—I changed into it especially for you after work.”
Yu Qing rested her elbow on the armrest of the swivel chair, propping her chin up as she appraised him. “Are you trying to emulate me and dress to please those you care about?”
Fu Jichen walked over, buttoning his shirt as he spoke honestly. “No, I have a dinner meeting with Ji Qingyuan tonight. A burgundy shirt wouldn’t be appropriate.”
He didn’t mention that it was dinner with Yu Jingze and Yu Shaohong.
In front of his father-in-law, it was better to appear more composed.
So he changed into a business white shirt.
“What time are you heading over?” As he spoke, Yu Qing stood up. “I won’t delay your important tasks.”
Fu Jichen nearly forgot Ji Qingyuan’s reminder. “No rush, it’s still early.” He pressed her back down onto the chair and took out a checkbook from the drawer, handing it to her.
“What’s inside?”
“Take a look yourself.”
Yu Qing opened it to find several hand-drawn “transfer checks,” with the heading “Fu Vault.”
Fu Jichen handed her a pen. “Fill in the amount as you wish.”
Yu Qing looked at him. “Even if I fill it in, it’s useless since no money can be withdrawn.”
Fu Jichen: “Just to get the thrill of it.”
Yu Qing: “...”
She raised her hand to hit him.
Before her fist landed, Fu Jichen spoke up. “If you write a number, I’ll transfer the amount to you.”
Yu Qing’s fist instantly softened into a palm, lightly landing on his shoulder with gentle force. Her tone softened. “President Fu, how many meetings did you attend today?”
“Three.”
“How many documents did you sign?”
“A lot. I didn’t count.”
“Then you must be exhausted. Let me give you a massage.”
Fu Jichen eyed her. “If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I’d have been beaten to death by your iron fists.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Qing burst into laughter and pushed him away. “So the amount is entirely up to me, right?”
“Mm. Whatever you want, fill in any amount.”
Yu Qing then carefully examined the amount column and noticed that the maximum amount was in the millions.
She looked up. “This check isn’t very ambitious. Why doesn’t it even reach a hundred million?”
Fu Jichen met her gaze. “It’s not the check’s fault—it’s mine. There just isn’t that much money in my account.”
“...” Yu Qing stifled a laugh. “Not even a hundred million? Didn’t someone once boast about having money coming in every day, unsure which bit was his salary?”
“Three to five yuan arriving daily is still money.”
“...”
Both of them burst into laughter.
Yu Qing set down the pen and buried her face in his chest.
After a while, her mirth finally subsided.
The mess of emotions stirred up by Leng Wenning dissipated entirely in his presence.
Fu Jichen wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on her forehead. “Are you feeling better now?”
Yu Qing looked up. “How did you know I wasn’t in a good mood?”
“When you’re happy, you focus on working overtime. Generally speaking, when you miss me or want to see me, it’s usually because you’re feeling down.”
Fu Jichen didn’t ask what was wrong but kissed her instead. “Sorry, I can’t keep you company tonight—I have an appointment. After it’s over, I’ll come see you at home.”
“Thank you, President Fu.”
Fu Jichen let go of her. “What would you like to drink? Milk, yogurt, juice, or plain water?”
Without thinking, Yu Qing replied, “Lemon tea—I’ll take a quick sip to satisfy my craving, but I won’t drink too much.”
Fu Jichen didn’t spoil her mood and brought her the drink.
He leaned against the desk, facing her.
In this period of time, they were enjoying a rare moment of quiet.
Yu Qing tilted her head, staring at the man just inches away from her. Her gaze swept across his features, inch by inch.
Over his nose, jawline.
And then landed on his sexy Adam’s apple.
Afterward, her eyes returned to his gaze.
She drank while watching him.
For so long, there were only three things she couldn’t get enough of: money, perfume, and him.
She was so focused on looking at him that the drink spilled from the corner of her lips.
Fu Jichen leaned forward and kissed away the trail of liquid.
Yu Qing placed the drink on the table and raised her hand. “President Fu, give me a hug.”
Fu Jichen had been about to check the time on his watch, but he couldn’t resist her coquettishness. He stopped checking the time and lifted her onto the desk.
Yu Qing wrapped her arms around his neck, and their kiss deepened gradually.
Her lips and tongue were filled with the sweetness of lemon tea.
Their passionate kiss was interrupted by the vibration of a phone.
Fu Jichen remembered—he still had a dinner meeting to attend.
He opened his phone and saw two pictures Ji Qingyuan had sent: one of the sea and one of a volcano.
These reminded him that he was currently in hot water.
Yu Qing faced the mirror, fixing her hair and dress. “You go ahead and busy yourself—I’ll go home and play with my little nephew.” Yu Jingxin had moved back, bringing only her baby with her.
Yu Qing wasn’t sure what had happened between Yu Jingxin and Ji Qingyuan again.
Fu Jichen took out his wallet and handed her two cards. “Use these as you wish. If you run out, I’ll transfer more money in.”
Yu Qing pocketed the cards. “How much is in them?”
Fu Jichen had also forgotten how much was inside. “Money comes in every day—I haven’t paid attention. But these two cards are quite reliable—they have the unit of the amount you’re looking for.”
They left together.
In the elevator, Fu Jichen pressed two floor buttons.
Yu Qing glanced at one of the numbers—it was the finance department floor. “Is Qiao Yang attending tonight’s dinner party?”
“She’s not going. I’ve arranged something for her to do. You go downstairs first—see you tonight.” The elevator stopped at the finance floor, and Fu Jichen stepped out.
Qiao Yang was reviewing reports. Her office door was open, and after a few knocks, she remained focused on her computer screen. “Come in.”
After finishing the last number, she finally looked up.
To her surprise, it was Fu Jichen.
She was momentarily stunned and quickly stood up.
He wouldn’t come to the finance department unless something important required his attention.
“President Fu.”
Fu Jichen waved her back to sit, standing by the desk as he instructed her. “Check the accounts with Wenceng Planning and see how much we still owe them.”
“Oh, okay.” Qiao Yang immediately messaged the financial managers responsible for those accounts in the work group, asking for the relevant data within two minutes.
Three subsidiaries under the Fu Group had their marketing handled by Wenceng Planning. Initially, it was through connections from another shareholder of the group, and they had continued the cooperation ever since.
She had interacted with Leng Wenning several times—a thorny rose.
Qiao Yang compiled the data and printed it out on recycled report sheets before handing it to Fu Jichen.
Fu Jichen glanced at the payment dates. “Notify the heads of these companies that after the contracts expire, they should switch to another planning company. How they choose is up to them, but they need to submit the plan to me.”
Qiao Yang processed this for a few seconds. Fu Jichen never meddled in such trivial matters, yet today he personally came to urge her. She didn’t ask further questions. “I’ll pass the message along right away.”
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Fu Jichen was the last to arrive at the private dining room. Yu Shaohong and Yu Jingze had arrived earlier and were halfway through their cups of tea when Ji Qingyuan finally showed up tardily.
By the time the tea was finished, Fu Jichen pushed open the door.
Fu Jichen apologized briefly and explained his delay. “I spent some time with Yu Qing. She was tired from a full day of work, so I talked with her for a bit.”
Once everyone was present, Yu Shaohong began speaking. “Tonight, I originally had a dinner meeting. Jingze said the two of you wanted to have dinner with me, so I figured family matters are more important than making money, and I canceled the appointment.”
“Yu Qing plans to stay at home for a while, and Jingxin has also moved back. I’m starting to get headaches—I don’t know what’s going on with each of you.”
As he spoke, he sighed.
“If there’s anything you need to say, just speak up. As long as I can help, I will do everything I can for you two couples. As your father, it’s my duty.”
Fu Jichen and Ji Qingyuan exchanged glances, then both looked at Yu Jingze. It was awkward to bring up moving back to the villa directly, so they decided to let Yu Jingze speak for them.
Yu Jingze: “...”
He must have owed them in a past life.
“Dad, didn’t you say the villa felt too empty?”
Yu Shaohong rubbed his temples. “What emptiness now? Three more people have moved in—I’m not used to it.” He suddenly turned to his son. “What do you mean?”
Yu Jingze: “We discussed it, and we’ll all move back to stay with you for a while.”
Yu Shaohong instantly understood—it wasn’t Yu Jingze who wanted to return but Ji Qingyuan and Fu Jichen. “Yu Qing and Jingxin probably won’t agree.”
Yu Jingze sighed helplessly. “That’s why I’ll go back too. They’ll give me some face.”
Yu Shaohong looked at Ji Qingyuan and then at Fu Jichen, sincerely moved. “I’m deeply touched that you two can put aside your pride and seek me out. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to do it. This favor, I’ll definitely do. When I get back, I’ll talk to those two troublemakers.”
Yu Jingze urged him. “Then go back now—don’t wait until after dinner. The dishes haven’t even arrived yet.”
Yu Shaohong: “...”
Yu Jingze seized the opportunity. “Look at these two waiting eagerly—do you really think you can eat?”
Yu Shaohong: “...”
Ji Qingyuan: “...”
Fu Jichen: “...”
Their somber gazes inadvertently fixed on Yu Jingze.
With that said, Yu Shaohong felt too awkward to stay. He reassured them. “I’ll discuss it with them tonight. Tomorrow, you pack your bags and move in.”
Finally, Ji Qingyuan spoke up. “Dad, why don’t we move in tonight?”
Yu Shaohong considered, “If we start packing luggage now, how late will it be?”
Ji Qingyuan: “We’ll move in first, and the luggage can be brought tomorrow.”
Fu Jichen: “...”
He pressed his hand to his forehead.
Suddenly, he no longer wanted anything to do with Ji Qingyuan.
Yu Jingze mirrored the same gesture.
Yu Shaohong opened his mouth but found himself unable to argue.
Once Yu Shaohong left and the private room door was closed…
Fu Jichen and Yu Jingze both shifted their positions, moving away from Ji Qingyuan.
Ji Qingyuan poured himself half a glass of red wine and downed it in one gulp. “Fu Jichen, you’re in no position to criticize me for being shameless. If it weren’t for me, would you even be able to move in tonight?”
Fu Jichen sipped his wine. “You could’ve phrased it differently instead of trampling on our already shattered dignity.”
Ji Qingyuan shot him a glance, too preoccupied to tease him further. He wasn’t sure if Yu Jingxin would agree to let him stay at the villa. If she were determined to divorce him, even their father might be powerless.
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Yu Shaohong didn’t dare delay. Before reaching home, he called Yu Jingxin and Yu Qing, asking them to come downstairs to the living room to wait for him.
Thinking it was work-related, the two sisters hurried to the living room.
Yu Qing, who had already taken a bath and gone to bed, was drowsy but got up again after her father’s urgent call. “Why is Dad in such a hurry? What’s going on?”
Yu Jingxin shook her head. She remembered that their father had a dinner appointment today, yet he returned so early.
Yu Qing’s heart sank. Could it be related to Leng Wenning? She carefully worded her response to Yu Jingxin. “Sis, I’ve had a falling out with Leng Wenning, and our cooperation has completely ended. I don’t know if that’s why Dad came back.”
Yu Jingxin looked astonished. “No… The cooperation was going well. Why did you suddenly cut it off? Was it to stand up for me?”
Yu Qing shook her head. “No. It’s purely about profit. Her company’s services aren’t worth the price, and I don’t want to waste money—not tens or hundreds of thousands, not even millions. Lemong’s money isn’t blown in by the wind.”
Yu Jingxin didn’t fully believe her. Of course, profit was a factor, but it must also have something to do with her.
At that moment, hurried footsteps approached.
Yu Shaohong got out of the car and strode into the house.
Yu Jingxin grew worried. “Dad, what’s wrong?”
Yu Qing handed him a glass of lukewarm water. “Don’t rush, Dad.” She gently patted his back.
Yu Shaohong had thought about it the entire way but still couldn’t come up with a good solution. Managing a company was his forte, but handling family relationships? He was utterly hopeless.
“Dad won’t beat around the bush. Fu Jichen and Ji Qingyuan came to me for help—they want to move into the villa.”
He set the glass down, not giving his daughters a chance to speak.
“When they mentioned it, I felt uneasy. I started thinking—how would their parents feel about this?”
He looked at his two daughters. “Both of you are mothers now.”
“Dad,” Yu Jingxin began, but Yu Shaohong interrupted her. “Let me finish speaking, alright?”
Yu Qing and Yu Jingxin exchanged glances and remained silent.
Yu Shaohong continued, “I hope you’ll both give each other a chance. Talk things out and communicate. Let’s set a three-month trial period.”
He turned to Yu Jingxin first. “If by then you still want to divorce Ji Qingyuan, I’ll be the first to support you. I won’t let you suffer even the slightest injustice.”
Then he looked at Yu Qing. “If by then you still prefer being single and only want the child without marriage, I won’t bring up the topic of marriage again. I’ll also help take care of the baby after retirement.”
He paused.
“The state you two are in right now—it’s my failure as a father. I want to make amends, but I don’t know how. This seems like an opportunity. Your brother is also moving back in. Let’s try together as a family, alright? Let’s live the life we’ve never lived before. Who knows, maybe we can make it work, right?”
“Consider this Dad’s request.”
Yu Qing didn’t mind. If Fu Jichen moved in, she could accept it. When her pregnancy progressed, it would be convenient for him to take care of her.
They could even do prenatal education together in the evenings.
She looked at Yu Jingxin. “Sis, why don’t you let Brother-in-Law move in? I’ll diagnose your marriage. Maybe there’s still hope.”
Yu Jingxin didn’t respond.
Yu Shaohong felt reassured. Silence meant tacit approval.
He quickly called Yu Jingze. “Come back soon.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the gates of the courtyard opened, and several cars drove in one after another.
Yu Shaohong: “...”
How impatient were they?
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