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Yu Qing was alone in the private dining room while Yu Jingxin had gone to the kitchen.
She leaned on the windowsill of the private room, gazing at the camphor tree in the courtyard.
The tree was ancient, its thick trunk requiring several people to encircle it.
Its lush foliage, vibrant and flourishing, resembled a giant umbrella sheltering the parking lot below.
The door to the private room opened, and Yu Jingxin entered.
Yu Qing was about to turn around when she unexpectedly caught sight of a familiar license plate on a car parked at the far edge of the lot. It was Fu Jichen’s car.
So, he had a business engagement here tonight.
“What are you looking at?” Yu Jingxin walked over.
Yu Qing pointed out the window. “Fu Jichen’s car.”
Yu Jingxin glanced outside—it really was quite a coincidence.
“Wait for Fu Jichen’s business to finish, then go home with him.”
With that, she called the security guard at the entrance. “Don’t let Fu Jichen’s car leave later. Tell them there’s an inspection.”
“Okay.” The security guard asked seriously, “What kind of inspection?”
Yu Jingxin: “Marriage certificate.”
Security guard: “….” He was stunned for a moment but still agreed. “Alright.” He didn’t ask further questions.
Yu Jingxin gave the security office the license plate number of Fu Jichen’s car for the evening.
Yu Qing leaned back against the windowsill, smiling. “My Boss Fu is going to be worried.”
Yu Jingxin: “As soon as they hear about checking marriage certificates, Fu Jichen will definitely guess you’re here.”
She set her phone down and invited Yu Qing to come eat some fruit.
The fruit platter here was uniquely designed. Today’s theme was “Heartfelt Summer”—a beach, sand, coconut trees, and a seaside villa.
The first time Yu Qing came here to eat with Fu Jichen, she had a fruit platter themed “Winter Igloo.” That day, she had been completely stripped of her metaphorical “little vest.”
She started by dismantling and eating the “seaside villa” roof.
“What happened between you and your brother-in-law last night?”
She had noticed her brother-in-law looking visibly upset, his expression blank.
Yu Jingxin: “He got jealous.”
Yu Qing: “Hmm?” She thought for a moment. Last night, Li Yanzhuo had been the only outsider. Suddenly amused, she said, “Are you saying he even got jealous of my cousin?”
Yu Jingxin recounted everything without holding back a single detail.
Yu Qing took a while to process it all. This couple truly knew how to torment each other. After four years, neither was willing to let go, especially her brother-in-law.
But since it was all a misunderstanding, she suggested to her sister: “Clarify things sooner rather than later. Otherwise, it’ll remain a thorn.”
Yu Jingxin nodded. “I’ll comfort him tonight when we get home.”
She had already planned to buy him a rose.
Last night, he had made love to her twice, kissing every inch of her body.
Until after 2 AM, even though she was tired, he wouldn’t let her sleep.
This morning, the first thing he did upon waking up was pin her beneath him.
She didn’t know where he got so much energy from—her insides felt like they were nearly shattered.
She had originally thought he would continue finding fault with her today, but unexpectedly, he went home in the afternoon to take care of their child.
Yu Qing ate half of the fruit platter and asked Yu Jingxin: “How long until the new dishes are ready?”
Yu Jingxin glanced at her watch. “Another hour and a half. One of the dishes takes a lot of effort; it needs to be stewed.”
“That’s plenty of time.” Yu Qing wiped her hands with a wet tissue. “Why don’t we go shopping? You need to prepare a gift or something to explain this to your husband, so he has no excuse to be angry.”
Yu Jingxin had already thought of something: “On the way home, I’ll buy a rose. A ten-dollar one will do.”
Yu Qing: “….” She teased her sister: “Why don’t you buy him a cheap lighter instead?”
Yu Jingxin laughed. “That could work too.”
The two headed to the nearest mall.
Time wasn’t too abundant—they needed to return in time for dinner—so they went straight to the men’s clothing section.
Once inside the store, Yu Qing and Yu Jingxin split up to browse separately.
Yu Qing pondered whether she should also buy something for Fu Jichen. Otherwise, if Ji Qingyuan got new clothes and he didn’t, he would surely feel jealous again.
On the store’s large promotional poster, the model was wearing this year’s new collection—a burgundy shirt.
Yu Qing imagined how this shirt would look on Fu Jichen. It would be both sultry and wild, exuding masculinity.
She asked the salesperson to package the largest size of this color, then paused. “Make it two.”
Yu Jingxin had also chosen something. She walked over and said, “You’re choosing such a bright color? Wouldn’t black be better?”
Yu Qing: “Our Boss Fu, when he wears black, turns dark.”
Yu Jingxin laughed. “No wonder he rarely wears it.”
But for Ji Qingyuan, she chose black.
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In less than twenty minutes, the gifts were selected.
On the first floor of the mall, passing by a large maternity store, Yu Qing couldn’t resist stopping to gaze at the various baby clothes displayed in the window.
Seeing her captivated, Yu Jingxin said, “Let’s go in and browse for fifteen minutes.”
Yu Qing shook her head. “Never mind.”
She had already prepared many items for Little Fish; buying more would leave no space to store them.
When they returned to the private dining restaurant, the timing was perfect—the chef had just finished preparing two dishes.
Yu Qing put down her bag and told Yu Jingxin: “I’m going to the restroom.”
Walking through the corridor filled with potted plants, she turned a corner and came face-to-face with someone.
Both parties froze, their steps halting.
Jian Hang was wearing a fitted black shirt paired with an irregularly cut white denim skirt tonight.
Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing a simple wristwatch.
She was both feminine and exuded confidence and ease.
As Yu Fei had said, few who worked with Jian Hang could resist being smitten.
This was Yu Qing’s impression of Jian Hang.
And in Jian Hang’s eyes, Yu Qing wore a high-end fairy dress with flat sandals. Her soft, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her entire presence radiated a sensual vitality.
Yet her inner sharpness made her difficult to approach.
Jian Hang tucked her phone into her pocket—just a minute ago, she had ended a call.
During the meal earlier, she received a call from her mother. She hung up and sent a message saying she was at a business engagement. Her mother didn’t believe her, knowing she was still in the hospital, and called back.
With no other choice, she stepped out to answer.
Unexpectedly, she ran into Yu Qing here.
They had briefly met once abroad before.
Though not familiar and hadn’t exchanged a word, they knew who each other was.
Now, Yu Qing was once again the stepdaughter of a big boss and also the fiancée of a business partner. Jian Hang greeted her proactively, “Lawyer Yu, long time no see.”
Yu Qing smiled faintly and replied politely, “President Jian, long time no see, what a coincidence.”
Jian Hang had originally planned to arrange a meeting with Yu Qing someday, but seizing the opportunity now was better than waiting. She spoke frankly: “Lawyer Yu, can I trouble you for a few minutes?”
Yu Qing couldn’t guess why Jian Hang wanted to speak to her, but she slowly nodded.
The two moved to a quiet corner where no one passed by.
The silence was somewhat awkward.
Yu Qing opened the window slightly, letting the breeze in.
Jian Hang still had to rush back to her private room for the business engagement, so she couldn’t stay outside for long. She got straight to the point: “Last week, I was on a business trip in Jiangnan and got caught in the rain. When I returned, I started running a fever and checked into the hospital.”
For her, getting hospitalized for a cold and fever was excessively dramatic.
The key issue was that shortly after being admitted, she initiated a video conference to address the Xinjian Technology issues.
Later, she heard that Fu Jichen had no plans that day—he probably intended to accompany Yu Qing. But her impromptu video meeting disrupted all his plans.
Since she had organized the meeting on short notice, she could have started her IV drip earlier or postponed it until after the meeting.
Yet she deliberately chose to have the IV during the meeting, ensuring everyone saw it.
To those who understood, her intentions were clear.
This was her subtle move—to let people know she was genuinely sick and hospitalized.
Fu Jichen, with his meticulous mind and ability to read people, naturally saw through it immediately.
She had been hospitalized for nearly a week, and even now, she still hadn’t been discharged.
Though the high fever had subsided, she told her colleagues that it had triggered gastroenteritis, which required further recuperation.
Jian Hang: “Coincidentally, I arranged another business dinner tonight.”
Yu Qing listened attentively, but so far, she couldn’t decipher what Jian Hang was trying to convey. Or perhaps, the reason Jian Hang hadn’t been discharged yet remained unclear.
It certainly wasn’t because she had nothing better to do.
Especially tonight’s business dinner—without secretaries present, there would be no one to shield their bosses from drinking. And since Jian Hang was still receiving treatment and on IV drips, she shouldn’t drink.
At a business dinner, nothing was more off-putting than making excuses to avoid drinking. Since she was here, even with gastroenteritis, she had to drink. After all, she already had inflammation, and drinking would mean continuing IV treatment afterward.
The SZ executives were guests and likely unaware of Jian Hang’s illness. At this critical juncture, even if Jian Hang claimed she was sick and couldn’t drink, they would likely see it as an excuse.
Moreover, as the host of the dinner, Jian Hang wouldn’t casually dampen her guests’ spirits.
Thus, the drinks Jian Hang was supposed to consume tonight naturally fell to Fu Jichen.
At the dinner table, it was perfectly normal for men to help women drink a few rounds.
Previously, when Fu Jichen took Qiao Yang out for business engagements, he must have shielded Qiao Yang from drinking.
But clearly, this time, Jian Hang had deliberately orchestrated this situation. Why choose to arrange a dinner during her hospitalization?
She even explicitly stated no secretaries or assistants would attend.
No matter how cold Fu Jichen was, he couldn’t ignore Jian Hang drinking while unwell.
If she had taken cephalosporins, she absolutely couldn’t touch alcohol.
If Fu Jichen blocked every toast meant for Jian Hang tonight, it would give Liao and the others the impression that his relationship with Jian Hang was unspeakable.
Some words and actions, once spread, would completely change meaning.
Trying to explain later would only make matters worse.
Based on Jian Hang’s words just now, this was Yu Qing’s deduction—Fu Jichen must have thought the same.
Her impression of Jian Hang was still positive. Despite the many rumors surrounding her, she hadn’t indulged in gossip. In her view, anyone favored by Pang Linbin couldn’t be bad.
But Jian Hang’s current explanation was hard to justify.
Jian Hang, with her high EQ and IQ, wouldn’t act so recklessly.
It was baffling.
Yu Qing couldn’t guess the turning point.
Jian Hang explained: “I never intended for President Fu to shield me from drinking. Not bringing secretaries was because I could handle it myself. But the misunderstanding lies here.”
Yu Qing didn’t express any opinions, silently watching Jian Hang.
Hadn’t she been on IV drips this whole time?
Was she risking her life to drink?
Jian Hang truthfully said: “Actually, my cold was gone days ago. These past few days, I’ve only been receiving glucose supplements—no inflammation. I can drink. My stomach feels fine too.”
Thinking of Fu Jichen’s excuse before the dinner began, she couldn’t help but chuckle: “President Fu found a reason beforehand, saying he doesn’t smoke or drink because he’s trying to conceive.”
Yu Qing: “….”
Her President Fu was now capable of stunning statements.
Jian Hang sighed: “Later, even if I drank myself, in President Fu’s eyes, it was because he didn’t shield me, leaving me no choice but to drink to avoid an awkward silence.”
If this misunderstanding wasn’t clarified promptly, it could affect future collaborations.
“I was avoiding a blind date. Organizing that video meeting was to let others know I was genuinely sick and hospitalized. I didn’t expect it to cause a misunderstanding for President Fu.”
Speaking of which, Jian Hang couldn’t help but remark, “Dealing with men in this circle daily, President Fu is one of the few who avoids complications and cuts off romantic pursuits himself.”
She smiled gently, “You’re so lucky. If I encountered such a good man, I’d marry him without hesitation.” Such a man subtly stirs emotions and hearts.
“He and Secretary Pan are both rare gems as husbands.”
During that heavy rain in Jiangnan, if it had been another man, he might have showered her with concern, asking if she needed help and reminding her to walk carefully.
However, Fu Jichen and Secretary Pan remained silent throughout.
From the moment they got out of the car, they spoke little. Only when Secretary Pan was pulled into the water did he crack a joke to ease her guilt.
Even without speaking, they considered that she was wearing high heels and wouldn’t keep up with their pace, so they slowed down.
They avoided misunderstandings while remaining gentlemanly and considerate.
Thinking of that rainy day in Jiangnan, Jian Hang couldn’t help but praise Fu Jichen once more: “At the time, only Secretary Pan and I got our clothes wet. President Fu was drenched because the keychain you gave him accidentally fell into the water. He squatted down to retrieve it for a long time, the dirty water reaching his neck. The water was murky, and it was dark, so he could only rely on his hands to feel around.”
At that moment, even she was moved.
Yu Qing was hit wave after wave by Fu Jichen’s actions.
She hadn’t revealed a word about what happened during that rainstorm.
She couldn’t describe her current feelings—sour and tingling.
She desperately wanted to hug her President Fu.
Yu Qing sincerely thanked Jian Hang: “Thank you.”
Jian Hang smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone who witnessed that scene would have reacted the same way.”
Her phone vibrated—it was Liao from SZ.
“No more talk—I need to hurry back. They probably think I’ve disappeared.”
To completely resolve the misunderstanding, she added: “The man my family is pressuring me to meet for matchmaking—you know him too. You basically see him every day. Qin Moling.”
Yu Qing: “….”
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