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

Fu Yehan couldn't stand it anymore, and suddenly raised his hand, placed his index finger slightly against Ye Qingluo's chin, and gently rubbed Ye Qingluo's lips which were opening and closing repeatedly with the tip of his thumb.

The moment Ye Qingluo was forced to raise his head, his whole body became stiff.

It was not until Fu Yehan bent down and kissed her that she took action under her instinctive stress reaction.

Ye Qingluo turned his head to avoid the kiss.

Fu Yehan frowned and looked at Ye Qingluo with a complicated expression, as if he was matching all the possibilities for her abnormal behavior at this moment.

"I have a cold." Ye Qingluo cleared his throat, "I don't want to infect you."

While Ye Qingluo was speaking, the water had already boiled.

After hearing what she said, Fu Yehan paused for a few seconds with a tired face, then got up and went to the kitchen to find some unused ginger, cut a few slices, put them in Ye Qingluo's water cup, and poured her half a cup of hot water.

The water was too hot and needed to cool down for a while. Fu Yehan put the cup on the coffee table, then went to the entrance, took out a flat gift box from the bag he brought back, and sat down next to Ye Qingluo.

"This is for you." Fu Yehan handed the box with a bow to Ye Qingluo, "Open it and take a look. Do you like it?"

Fu Yehan took the initiative to show his courtesy and abruptly changed the topic.

It is obvious that he doesn't want to talk about any "good things that come to his door" anymore.

Ye Qingluo hesitated for only two seconds before taking the gift box and opening it bit by bit according to Fu Yehan's request.

Inside is a pure white dress with a soft texture. You can tell it is very comfortable without trying it on. There is no logo on the dress, and the only decoration is an embroidered button on the neckline.

The familiar stitching is obviously from Tu Lan's hand.

"Why do you look so dumb?" Fu Yehan had suppressed his complicated emotions and laughed in a relaxed tone, "You don't like it but are too embarrassed to say it directly?"

"No." Ye Qingluo said, "I like it, thank you."

"I don't accept verbal thanks." Fu Yehan raised his arms and hugged Ye Qingluo into his arms, saying very gently, "If you like it, give me a kiss. I'm not afraid of being infected."

"Didn't you say last night that you had something to tell me?" Ye Qingluo ignored his request and asked, "You can tell me now."

"I'll be honest after we kiss." Fu Yehan insisted, "I'll tell you everything honestly."

When Fu Yehan spoke, he was only a palm's distance away from Ye Qingluo's cheek.

Ye Qingluo could clearly feel the man's warm breath flowing down her temples and onto her neck, causing layer upon layer of goose bumps.

Ye Qingluo closed her eyes, feeling the man pressing her against the back of the sofa, his breath moving closer little by little.

It was as if all the senses were infinitely magnified, and every second seemed to be exceptionally long.

The moment the tip of his nose touched, all of Ye Qingluo's cells tensed up almost at the same time. The extremely uncomfortable resistance reached its peak at this moment and exploded.

Ye Qingluo suddenly opened his eyes and pushed the man in front of him away.

Ye Qingluo thought she could disguise herself well and wait for Fu Yehan to tell her everything in person.

But she still overestimated her ability to bear it.

Only one night had passed since she had pestered someone and said "I love you" from the bottom of her heart, but everything changed.

"Chairman Fu." Ye Qingluo jumped up from the sofa like a cat with its fur standing on end. He stood two meters away from the man who had just wrapped him up, and said word by word, "Please, respect yourself!"

For a moment, the room was silent.

You can even hear the ticking of the second hand of the clock.

The old man's surgery last night did not go well. Fu Yehan stayed outside the intensive care unit without closing his eyes all night. He was exhausted before coming back, but now he was not sleepy at all.

He had heard the title "Chairman Fu" for many years, but this was the first time he heard someone call him that, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He took a step forward, trying to get closer to the woman opposite him.

But every time he took a step forward, the other party took a step back.

Fu Yehan finally stopped.

"Am I really that terrible?"

Across most of the living room, Fu Yehan looked at Ye Qingluo and asked.

"Since you all know my identity, what did you mean by saying those things just now? Do you really think I would be interested in the daughter of the Chu family? Or do you really think that your ex-husband and I are essentially the same, a scumbag?"

"Isn't it?" Ye Qingluo said, "If it's not, you can deny it."

"No." Fu Yehan denied it immediately.

"Okay." Ye Qingluo nodded, "I believe what you said."

Ye Qingluo said it very lightly, but without any joking intention.

Fu Yehan has been in the business world for a long time and has seen all kinds of intrigues and deceptions, but this is the first time. He is completely passive and has no idea what Ye Qingluo is thinking at this moment.

"Anything else?" Ye Qingluo asked.

Fu Yehan frowned, not hiding his confusion, and asked, "Anything else?"

Ye Qingluo's expression was indifferent and distant, and the look he gave Fu Yehan was more unfamiliar than ever before, completely lacking the affection he had during the candlelight dinner last night.

"Chairman Fu doesn't like the daughter of the Chu family, so Chu Lingyan's words that she was in Chairman Fu's eyes were purely wishful thinking." Ye Qingluo recounted in detail what Fu Yehan denied, and repeated, "Apart from this misunderstanding, are there any other misunderstandings between us? I'll give you a chance today to explain all the misunderstandings between us."

Fu Yehan was increasingly unable to understand Ye Qingluo.

He could see that her emotions were pent up to the extreme.

He didn't understand, if she felt so upset, why didn't she scold him, question him, or vent all her dissatisfaction and resentment towards him, but was unnaturally calm and even gave him a chance to explain.

Fu Yehan was speechless for a moment.

Ye Qingluo stood in silence for a moment, and counted the details himself: "Won't you explain the matter of the bottomless pit's foreign debt?"

Hearing this, Fu Yehan moved his lips, and without making any excuses for himself, he admitted: "I lied."

"I can't blame you completely." Ye Qingluo reflected, "I am also responsible for this matter. You said before that you were lying to me. I was thinking the wrong way. I thought that what you meant by 'cheating' was to 'cheat' my money to pay off your debts. I didn't expect that the 'cheating' you said was not about my money, but your hidden identity. You are not a 'signboard' at all. You are you. There is no one else in the whole capital with the same name, surname, age and aura as you. You are thousands or tens of thousands of times richer than me, so you are with me for no reason other than my small amount of money."

Fu Yehan had never experienced such strong emotional fluctuations in his life. The more rationally Ye Qingluo spoke, the more distressed he felt, and the more he wanted to go up and pull her to his side and hug her.

"do not move!"

Fu Yehan couldn't help but take two steps forward. Ye Qingluo suddenly scolded him and warned him, "If Mr. Fu still wants to continue communicating, please keep your distance from me."