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

Fu Yehan didn't say anything. He just let her laugh at him quietly for a while, then he stood up and cleaned up the battlefield.

Staring at Fu Yehan's every move, Ye Qingluo frowned slightly.

It was not until Fu Yehan cleaned up the garbage on the ground floor that Ye Qingluo withdrew his gaze. He called his mother and got approval on the grounds that he needed to pack up his things at the apartment tonight.

"As you wish, I won't leave tonight."

After Fu Yehan sat back on the bed, Ye Qingluo pulled his hand and scratched his palm a few times.

"Now can you tell me your plans for the evening?"

Fu Yehan's palm suddenly tightened, holding her restless fingers, and was silent for a while before speaking: "There is no plan, it's just... I have something to tell you. It may take some time to digest this matter. I hope that when you digest this matter, I can be with you and accompany you to face all your emotions."

Fu Yehan spoke seriously, and it didn't seem like he was joking at all.

Ye Qingluo frowned even more and looked at him suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

"Are you hungry?" Fu Yehan took the phone on the bedside table and checked the time. "I ordered food and it will be delivered soon."

"I'm a little hungry, but I can hold on." Ye Qingluo responded casually.

Seeing that Fu Yehan's behavior was obviously not right, Ye Qingluo pondered for a while, then turned over and sat on his legs, grabbed his collar, and said to him face to face: "Fu Yehan, what is it that you can't finish talking about right now? Why do we have to finish eating before we can talk about it?"

Even though his collar was slightly deformed by being pulled, Fu Yehan didn't care at all and was in an unusually good mood.

"Honey, what kind of movie do you want to watch after dinner?" The man's deep voice was naturally majestic, but at this moment, this majesty became a little clumsy because of his coaxing tone. "Let's watch a comedy. I found a few comedy movies that were released recently and have good reviews. After dinner, you pick one and I'll watch it with you."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Fu Yehan's irrelevant answers time and time again were enough to prove that this matter was not a trivial matter.

Not only did she need time to digest it.

Maybe he needs to be mentally prepared before he says it.

After thinking this through, Ye Qingluo did not continue to ask.

After getting off Fu Yehan, she found a new set of pajamas in the closet and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Afterwards, she blow-dried her hair in the bathroom and washed her underwear. She even washed the underwear that Fu Yehan had put aside and had not had time to wash.

Only after everything was done did Ye Qingluo come out of the bathroom carrying the clothes hanger and go to the balcony to hang up the freshly washed clothes.

At this time, Fu Yehan had already placed the plates on the dining table.

The meal he ordered today was particularly sumptuous. In addition to the delicious food, Fu Yehan also prepared two bottles of red wine from Fu’s Winery that were hard to come by even for a six-figure sum.

When Ye Qingluo saw the Fu brand on the red wine packaging, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, but her attention was soon diverted by Fu Yehan's focused gaze.

Fu Yehan stood quietly beside the dining table, his eyes fixed towards the balcony.

"What are you looking at?"

Ye Qingluo asked, and then followed Fu Yehan's gaze towards the balcony.

There was nothing unusual about the balcony.

When Ye Qingluo turned around, Fu Yehan had already looked away and continued to prepare the tableware.

"I'll wash it in time next time."

When Ye Qingluo walked to Fu Yehan, Fu Yehan said something out of context.

Ye Qingluo: “?”

It took Ye Qingluo a while to realize that Fu Yehan was talking about his underwear.

So the slightly unnatural look he had just given was also at his own underwear?

"That's not the case." Ye Qingluo laughed out loud, "Isn't our relationship normal?"

Ye Qingluo really didn’t feel anything.

During the time she lived with Fu Yehan, she never felt any discomfort because of their different personal habits.

Fu Yehan has very good living habits. He will wash his underwear and socks as soon as he takes them off. For other machine-washable clothes, he will also clean all the pockets and put the clothes neatly into the storage basket.

Not only that, Fu Yehan's other daily necessities are always clean and tidy, and are never placed in a mess.

He himself is not very good at housework, but he will not add extra burden to her in cleaning the house.

This is also the reason why she has a good impression of this man.

Apart from being not very good at housework, there was nothing else to complain about Fu Yehan.

Fu Yehan's dinner seemed to be romantic, with not only good food and wine, but also candles and flowers.

So after he had everything ready, he did not continue discussing with her topics that would ruin the atmosphere, such as "Who will wash the underwear?" Instead, he pulled her to her seat, lit a candle, and turned off the lights.

It was Ye Qingluo’s first time to have a candlelight dinner with someone, and she believed it was Fu Yehan’s first time as well, otherwise he wouldn’t have spent so long just looking for something to hold up the candle.

In the end, it was Ye Qingluo who suggested using the red wine bottle.

The mouth of the red wine bottle was slightly thicker than the candle. Ye Qingluo took a piece of tissue and folded it a few times, then tore it into a long strip. Two people and four hands finally adjusted the thickness of the bottom and stuffed the lit candle into the mouth of the bottle.

They then copied another candle following the same pattern.

When it was finally done, several drops of wax dripped onto the base of Fu Yehan's right hand, but Ye Qingluo's hands were clean and not touched by the melted wax.

"Fu Yehan, does your hand hurt?"

After washing their hands, Ye Qingluo asked when the two of them officially started their meal.

"A little bit." Fu Yehan answered truthfully and concluded, "Every failure makes you wiser. Next time, remember to remind me to fix the candle first before lighting it."

Ye Qingluo said with a smile: "Next time you can just buy a thicker candle, the kind that can stand up directly."

Hearing this, Fu Yehan was stunned for a moment, then he also laughed.

But he might have laughed at his own stupidity, so he lowered his head and put his tongue on his cheek to savor the taste for a long time before saying, "It seems that for some things, if you don't have life experience, it's not enough to just learn the theory. Once you put it into practice, there will be many loopholes."

Ye Qingluo immediately grasped the key point: "Learning theory? What theory did you learn?"

Fu Yehan put his hand to his lips and coughed dryly. Then, while picking up food for her, he answered the question irrelevantly: "...I have learned a lot of theories."

Suddenly remembering that Fu Yehan had quickly closed his computer when he first entered the room, Ye Qingluo asked persistently, "For example?"

Fu Yehan poured one third of red wine into the goblet in front of her, and then poured himself some more.

In the dim room, the glow outlined by the candlelight is soft and warm, and time seems to stretch and slow down in the flickering flames.

At this moment, Ye Qingluo's sight was only filled with the man's face, which was so beautiful that it could not help but touch people's souls.

Ye Qingluo felt that the scene at this moment was just like how she had always felt towards Fu Yehan.

Fu Yehan's background was dark to her, and the only thing she understood was the truth she saw in his eyes.

A perfect skin.

A man whose eyes are full of her.

Maybe she has too little experience, or maybe she is really superficial.

This scene was the most romantic picture she could imagine.

Fu Yehan raised his glass on his own initiative. When Ye Qingluo clinked glasses with him, he heard the man in front of him whisper, "For example, the theory I've learned the most recently - how to firmly grasp my wife's body and heart in marriage and make her obsessed with me."

Ye Qingluo: “…”