The remarried husband is actually the head of the rich family?

It has been rainy for half a month in April in the capital.

Ye Qingluo's mood during this period was just like the weather, rarely sunny.

After her ex-husband Chu Lingxuan came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He immediately announced it to the world online, and then he made an appointment with a few young men he usually got along well with to celebrate.

Ye Qingluo was the only one left, walking alone in the irritating rain that sounded like sobs.

Before this, Ye Qingluo had already moved out of the Chu villa and rented a one-bedroom apartment for himself.

But she didn't want to go back now, so she walked aimlessly along the street until the sun set. Then she stopped and went into a bar on the street.

In the booth in the corner, all the ordered drinks were served. She took a photo with her mobile phone and posted it on WeChat Moments. She didn't know what to say, but just two words described all her feelings at the moment.

--Finish.

Halfway through the drink, a tall and long-legged man suddenly sat down opposite me.

"Qingluo."

Fu Jingchen rushed over as soon as he saw her circle of friends. He had been waiting for this day for three years.

"Chu Lingxuan posted your divorce certificate online. Is that true?"

Ye Qingluo slowly raised her eyes, and the moment she saw Fu Jingchen, her eyes instantly became sore, and finally she just smiled faintly: "Really."

"Don't be sad, it's Chu Lingxuan who doesn't know how to cherish."

Fu Jingchen put his hand under the table as if performing a magic trick, and instantly held out a large bouquet of roses.

"Qingluo, marry me. I swear to love you well and take care of you for the rest of my life. I will never let you suffer the slightest injustice."

Ye Qingluo was touched and amused: "It seems that you are not yet of legal marriage age."

Fu Jingchen blushed immediately, held his breath for a while, and tried to argue for himself: "There is still a month left, you wait for me for another month."

He didn’t know if it was because he drank too much, but Ye Qingluo suddenly felt a little moved.

Fu Jingchen was her classmate from kindergarten to college, but they were two years apart in age. Fu Jingchen started school earlier and was always the youngest in their class.

When Fu Jingchen was a child, he was young and small in stature, and was very different from other students in the class.

Although he has now grown to 1.8 meters tall, taller than many of his classmates, in Ye Qingluo's eyes, he is still the innocent and simple little boy who cries all the time.

The roses that Fu Jingchen gave her were very bright and the warmest red.

Ye Qingluo accepted it. She smelled it again and again, and tears flowed unconsciously, drop by drop, sliding into the half-closed petals.

"Qingluo." Seeing her distressed, Fu Jingchen held her hand and swore, "I will definitely make you happy, believe me."

Ye Qingluo stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, regained his composure, and reminded him: "I've been married once, and getting married again would be a second marriage."

"So what? I like you. I don't mind your third or fourth marriage."

"I'm dirty." Ye Qingluo gave him a bitter smile, "I'm not worthy of you."

"Qingluo, what are you talking about?" Fu Jingchen was angry. "How can you say that about yourself? I don't mind your past, but don't say that about yourself anymore."

"You don't mind." Ye Qingluo said directly, "How can your seventh uncle not mind? How can a descendant of the Fu family marry a second-married woman who is not clean?"

Hearing this, Fu Jingchen fell silent instantly.

His parents died early, and they had been gone since he could remember. A fortune teller said that he had bad luck in his life, so all the elders in the family had concerns and did not dare to take him in. Only his seventh uncle took care of him.

Although his Seventh Uncle was only a dozen years older than him, he was a rare genius in the family. Not only in their family, but in the entire capital, there was no one else like him in terms of business talent.

Therefore, Uncle Seven was trained and brought up as the future head of the family since he was young.

Now, Uncle Seven has officially taken over the Fu family and become the new head of the family. His say in the family is higher than that of Grandpa.

So Fu Jingchen was not afraid of those uncles who were over fifty years old at all. He was not even afraid of his grandfather. The only thing he was afraid of was his youngest seventh uncle.

His marriage does need the consent of his seventh uncle.

"I'll go back and tell Uncle Seven now."

Fu Jingchen had already missed an opportunity, and he didn't want to miss it a second time, so he stood up immediately and asked for Ye Qingluo's promise before leaving.

"If Uncle Seven doesn't object, you can marry me, okay?"

Ye Qingluo waved his hand at him, neither saying yes nor no, but just vaguely said: "Let's talk about it when you reach the age."

After Fu Jingchen left, Ye Qingluo's mood became much worse, and she drank glass after glass of wine.

Although her ex-husband Chu Lingxuan was not in the same grade as her, it was not a coincidence that they both studied in the same school. These wealthy children in the capital basically all went to the same private school, from kindergarten to high school, and only college was admitted by themselves.

Many people go their separate ways in college, going all over the world to pursue a career. Of course, there are also many who stay in the local area to attend college. Chu Lingxuan stayed to take care of the family business.

And Ye Qingluo also stayed with him.

In the past, Ye Qingluo's family was one of the most wealthy families in the capital. Old Master Ye was kind-hearted. While running his own business, he also supported many entrepreneurs of the same period.

The Chu Group developed with the support of Mr. Ye.

Later, the Ye family dwindled in number and fell into decline. In addition, traditional industries were inevitably eliminated in the tide of the ever-changing times. By the time of Ye Qingluo's generation, they were no longer considered a wealthy family.

However, the Chu Group caught up with the opportunities of the times, prospered, and gained its own place in the upper-class business circle of the capital.

The marriage between Ye Qingluo and Chu Lingxuan was an engagement that was arranged in their early years, and Ye Qingluo knew about this since he was a young girl.

And it just so happened that at that time, Chu Lingxuan was the boy who made her fall in love for the first time.

When Ye Qingluo was 21 years old, the Ye family was in a state of decline and struggling on the brink of bankruptcy. In order to win the support of the Chu Group, she married Chu Lingxuan, who was two years older than her, as required by the marriage contract.

She had a purpose. She hoped that the Chu family would help the Ye family out of old friendship.

But she also has her own selfish motives, she likes Chu Lingxuan.

Marrying him was a dream she had planted since her youth.

During the three years of marriage, she gave up almost all social activities and devoted her whole heart to Chu Lingxuan, taking care of his food, clothing and daily life.

However, in the end, all I got was nothing.

At the beginning of the month, Ye's company officially went bankrupt. Her father had suffered a sudden heart attack due to overwork after two years of hard struggle. He collapsed and never got up again.

But Chu Lingxuan was unwilling to wait any longer and filed for divorce from her the day after her father's funeral.

They had an agreement before marriage, and the boundaries of property were clearly defined.

Ye Qingluo could also see Chu Lingxuan's wariness and disdain for the past three years, so apart from the dowry she brought, she did not take a penny from him.

Ye Qingluo had basically never been to a bar before, and the bustling nightclub made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't want to leave.

Once the heart calms down, all that flows inside is bitterness.

She wanted to indulge herself once.

"Have you heard? There's a new sign here recently. Not only is the asking price super high, but it's also super hard to make an appointment."

"It is said that he used to be a male model. Not only is his appearance amazing, but his body proportions are also perfect."

"Forget it. Ducks of this quality are not affordable for working class people like us. They are kept in captivity by wealthy ladies."

"That's right. I heard that the first requirement of that sign for the sponsor is that they don't accept one-time orders, and they must accept at least 100 orders. It's almost like they have the words 'fishing for rich women' written on their face."

When Ye Qingluo woke up the next morning, he was in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

The man next to me, who had worked hard all night, was still sleeping soundly.