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

Fu Yehan's force was so strong that Ye Qingluo's lips hit her teeth. Unable to tell whether it was due to instinctive resistance or pain, Ye Qingluo struggled hard, trying to push the tall man in front of her away. However, the harder she struggled, the tighter Fu Yehan's restraints became, and he had no intention of loosening her at all.

The moment Ye Qingluo's struggling hands were easily clamped by Fu Yehan's single hand, she suddenly became fierce and bit Fu Yehan's lips hard. The fishy and salty taste instantly spread in her mouth.

Fu Yehan's mouth twitched in pain. He stepped back a little and looked at her with his lips pursed.

"Fu Yehan, you bastard!"

Ye Qingluo finally couldn't hold back and burst out cursing, his scarlet eyes filled with a sudden surge of grievances.

It was as if a dam filled with flood water suddenly broke.

"You big bastard!"

"How could you do this to me!"

"Fu Yehan! How have I ever done anything wrong to you? It's your turn to bully me like this!"

Ye Qingluo became more and more excited as he cursed, completely disregarding his image as he punched and kicked Fu Yehan, tears unknowingly covering his entire face.

Human fragility is like this; when one holds on, one can become strong.

But once it is exposed, it will be difficult to recover.

Ye Qingluo's suppressed emotions reached their peak. After he spoke a few words, his voice became hoarse.

"Do you know how shocked I was when I found out that you were not a 'sign' at all?"

"I can't even find the right mood to face this."

"I want to scold you, hit you, and ask you why, but I am in the wrong because you once said that you were lying to me, and I tacitly allowed you to lie to me, and even asked you to hide it better so that I wouldn't find out."

"You just did what I asked you to do, so why should I blame you? If I have to blame someone, I can only blame myself for being stupid."

Fu Yehan's face looked very bad, due to the fatigue from staying up late and the heartache.

But at this moment he was a little relaxed, as if the stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

Compared to Ye Qingluo who kept his thoughts rationally and calmly, keeping the shock and grievance to himself, her crying and venting could make him feel a little more at ease.

Fu Yehan took a step forward and put his arm around Ye Qingluo's waist, letting her use the force to steady her weak legs and feet, and continue to vent her suppressed emotions.

Ye Qingluo was really exhausted. The strength of his pounding on Fu Yehan's chest was getting weaker and weaker, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller: "I can suddenly figure out who you are without anyone's reminder, which means it's not without signs. During the time we were together, there were traces of your identity as the chairman of Fu's. If I had only doubted it a little, this matter would not have developed to such a ridiculous degree. But I didn't doubt it at all. I thought that just like the prosperity and decline of Ye's, you are also a poor young man from an unknown family. So I tried to brainwash myself like a fool and make up for the unreasonable things about you. If I hadn't been in the Public Security Bureau at the time and was afraid of being regarded as a psychopath by the police, I would really laugh out loud. How could I be so stupid?"

Fu Yehan really wanted to retort, but was afraid to interrupt Ye Qingluo's venting.

I can only listen silently.

"Fu Yehan." Ye Qingluo smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes, and said, "If we get married, I'll win the jackpot, but you're so unlucky that you've been so picky for more than 30 years, and there's only one big fool in the world, and you got picked."

Fu Yehan: "..."

"Fu Yehan, you are so powerful and so smart, can't you see that?" Ye Qingluo's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by gravel, and he spoke very slowly, "After I met you, I have been trying very hard to restrain myself. I didn't make things difficult for you. Considering your status, I have given you the most respect. What else are you dissatisfied with? Why do you have to make us both so embarrassed before you let go?"

"I won't let go."

Fu Yehan held the back of Ye Qingluo's head and gently pressed her into his arms.

The dignified Chairman of Fu Group was like a tough rogue, without any momentum but extremely firm: "Wife, I love you, I won't let go."

Perhaps the high-intensity venting just now reduced the depression, and Ye Qingluo's tense emotions slowly calmed down.

The ice between the two of them was quietly broken, and Ye Qingluo was no longer as sensitive to Fu Yehan's touch as before.

After taking a short breath while being held in Fu Yehan's arms, Ye Qingluo stood up again and stared at Fu Yehan for a few seconds.

She still insisted on her decision, but she was no longer polite in her words and no longer used honorifics.

"Chairman Fu, do you know?" Ye Qingluo said bluntly, "The more you keep pestering me, the more I think you have schizophrenia. Your personality shouldn't be like this. Go back and ask your subordinates and relatives around you. Who can believe that Chairman Fu, who is so high and mighty, would disregard his status, be humble, and cling to a woman who has been married for the last time? It would be a joke if anyone told it to others."

"What's so funny?" Fu Yehan disagreed. "There's no difference between being in front of others and being in front of your wife. They're both equally high and mighty. That's a joke."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

"Also, I like you as a person." Fu Yehan said, "I don't care what label you have, second marriage, third marriage... No, you can't have a third marriage. Your ex-husband is blind, but I am not. I will be your last one."

Ye Qingluo was too lazy to continue talking about meaningless topics with him, and pleaded: "Fu Yehan, I can apologize to you for my previous offense. If you think the apology is not enough, you can also make any conditions. I just ask you to let me go, okay?"

"I can also set your terms." Fu Yehan refused to give in, "As long as you don't divorce me."

"Impossible." Ye Qingluo said, "I'm going to get a divorce."

Not sure if he was hurt by her confident words, Fu Yehan stared at her silently and confronted her for a long time.

"Fu Yehan..."

"it is good."

Before Ye Qingluo could finish his next cruel words, Fu Yehan suddenly nodded in agreement.

"I can agree to divorce you." Fu Yehan said seriously, "but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

Ye Qingluo was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Fu Yehan, who had just vowed not to let go, would easily change his mind.

Then she quickly lowered her eyelids to hide her fleeting loneliness.

When the hidden emotions suddenly emerged and he noticed them unbelievably, Ye Qingluo suddenly realized it.

——She was reluctant to leave.

Ye Qingluo felt that he was hopeless and ashamed of himself.

She adjusted her mood silently, nodded generously and said: "Okay, I agree, as long as you are willing to divorce me, I can agree to any conditions you want."

At some point, Fu Yehan took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and recorded what she said.

"There's a recording as evidence." Fu Yehan said, "You can't go back on your word."

"I will never go back on my word." Ye Qingluo blurted out, firmly.

"Okay." Fu Yehan didn't keep anyone in suspense and directly stated his request, "Divorce - I leave the house with nothing."

Ye Qingluo: “…”