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

"Uncle Qi, would you like to reconsider this?" the woman on the other end of the phone said, "The 'Return to the Garden and the Countryside' project is about to enter its official promotional period. From a certain perspective, the publicity effect created by the other party at great expense is also a rare opportunity for us."

The more Ye Qingluo listened, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but frown, not knowing what the other party meant by "exposure".

Ye Qingluo didn't intend to secretly eavesdrop on Fu Yehan's phone call. He was just about to make some noise to indicate his presence, but Fu Yehan ordered without room for negotiation: "I didn't marry a wife for hype, so keep it down."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

What do you mean?

Is this matter related to her?

With great doubts, Ye Qingluo took out his mobile phone and looked through the latest hot topics.

After browsing through a few headlines, my eyes fixed on a headline that had attracted tens of thousands of comments within just ten minutes of being posted.

——The chairman of Fu Corporation is suspected of being secretly married, and the other party is actually her?

Ye Qingluo clicked on the title and saw pictures of her wearing a dress with Ifyou's golden logo, appearing at Mr. Chu's birthday party, with both distant shots and close-ups.

From the captioned description, it is obvious that the person who posted the news just wanted to attract attention with the title. The other party did not think that Chairman Fu would secretly get married, let alone that the object was her.

Therefore, the other party exposed this matter with only one purpose, which was to take advantage of Chairman Fu’s notorious ruthlessness to bring her downfall.

After reading the main text, when Ye Qingluo was about to continue browsing the comments below, the interface suddenly popped up and the title that had been gaining popularity just now was gone.

It is worthy of the power of capital.

Less than two minutes after Fu Yehan gave the order, all the related articles disappeared.

Ye Qingluo was still thinking about some of the comments he had just seen in the article when Fu Yehan's phone rang again.

Maybe because he was too lazy to hold up the phone, Fu Yehan still used the speakerphone.

"Seventh Brother, you're pretty quick. Who are you trying to hide it from?"

This time, the voice on the other end was that of an old man. The other party might be too weak, so he spoke very slowly, and it was obvious that he had no strength to speak.

"You think too much." Fu Yehan said, "Even if you didn't get off the operating table, I would have handled it the same way if I had encountered something like this today."

"Oh. In other words, your act of suppressing the hotspot at all costs has nothing to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with it."

"You are really my good son. Ask yourself with your conscience, does your conscience hurt? I have been hanging on for days and days, for what? Don't you know what my only remaining wish is? Such a big thing, you actually said it has nothing to do with me? You married a wife, but you hid it from me?"

"My conscience has never hurt." Fu Yehan did not give his father any face, "especially in front of you."

As if feeling ironic, the other party gave a bitter smile: "Seventh Brother, do you still hate me? Just because I knew your mother was in poor health, but I still forced her to give birth to you? What a big joke, my dear son, anyone in this world can hate me, but you are the only one who has no right to do so... Without my persistence back then, how could you be who you are now?"

This topic is sensitive and sharp, like a sharp sword with both ends sharpened, separating the deep generation gap between father and son.

Fu Yehan was silent for a long time.

Until Ye Qingluo thought the call had been hung up, an old voice came from the other end of the phone again in the room: "Answer me, as the chairman of Fu Corporation, don't you feel ashamed to marry a divorced woman?"

As if he had heard an extremely sarcastic joke, Fu Yehan laughed unabashedly: "As a man who is married for the second time, did you ever feel ashamed for my mother when you married her? If you don't feel ashamed of yourself, why should I feel ashamed?"

"It seems true."

Old Master Fu sighed, "Well, Rao Yin raised her granddaughter. She can't be that bad. If Ye Renyu hadn't refused to marry me when I tried to find a wife for you when the girl was born, you would have found a wife years ago. Why did you have to settle for a second marriage now? From this point of view, the fortune teller was right. Our Fu family and the Ye family were destined to be together. The reason why it has been delayed until now is Ye Renyu's fault."

Fu Yehan did not show any surprise at his father's words, as if he had known about the things involved for a long time.

"Find some time to bring her back these few days. I want to see her."

The other party seemed to have suddenly figured something out, his mood instantly became cheerful, and he laughed out loud twice.

"When I go down there someday, I will tell Ye Renyu in person that his precious granddaughter was finally included in the family tree of my Fu family. I want Ye Renyu to know how blind he was when he chose the Chu family over the Fu family more than 20 years ago. Hahahaha."

After a long while of laughter, Fu Yehan said calmly: "I won't bring her to see you."

"Boy, grow up a little." Fu Jingye was not angry at his youngest son's attitude. Instead, he said in a knowing tone, "You are the most capable and the least promising man in my Fu Group. You are just a woman. You are the chairman of Fu Group. Why should you be nervous? You should know that if Ye Renyu had not been controlled by Rao Yin, Ye Group would not be like this today. So you still have to learn from me. Feelings are the cheapest things in the world. The deeper you indulge in them, the more you will lose. In the end, you may even lose everything."

"Have you now fallen to the point where you have to step on the Ye family to prove yourself?" Fu Yehan laughed coldly.

"I am telling the truth."

Fu Yehan turned a deaf ear to him: "Are the grapes that you didn't eat so sour?"

I don’t know if it was because my thoughts were accurately touched, but the receiver suddenly became quiet.

Fu Yehan asked again: "Because you can't find your sweetheart, those women who are willing to follow you deserve not to be cherished? They deserve to be tools to bear children for you, right?"

Judging from the two people's reactions of targeting each other and then responding calmly, the relationship between this father and son, who are nearly 50 years apart in age, has been bad for a long time.

Fu Yehan asked several questions in succession and then stopped talking.

The room fell into an irreconcilable silence.

The amount of information Ye Qingluo overheard was so huge that her brain almost crashed and she didn't know how to react.

She stood there at a loss for a while, and just when she was about to sneak back and pretend she heard nothing, the cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

In the empty corridor, the only sound source was amplified infinitely in a sudden manner, like a thunder exploding in a secret place.

Ye Qingluo was so frightened that his hair stood on end and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Ye Qingluo hurriedly found his cell phone and pressed the hang-up button. Before he could even catch his breath, he looked up and met Fu Yehan's focused gaze.

"..."