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

Fu Yehan still kept holding Ye Qingluo in his arms, lowering his head so that their eyes would meet.

Ye Qingluo's pupils were very clear, and Fu Yehan could easily see himself in her eyes.

"Mom told me." Fu Yehan's voice was slightly hoarse, "My father called her."

Ye Qingluo blinked.

Fu Yehan used his free hand to push her hair back.

"Mom also said that you guys discussed the decision."

"Yeah." Ye Qingluo responded, "I'm going to call you to talk about this later. Please make time on Saturday and accompany me to your father's place. As the old saying goes, an ugly daughter-in-law will always have to meet her parents-in-law."

"No need." Fu Yehan said, "Before coming, I have already told my father not to disturb you at home, and I will not take you to see him in the short term, so you don't need to prepare."

After saying that, Fu Yehan gently pinched her cheek again: "Also... this old saying doesn't apply to you."

"Ok?"

"You're not ugly." As if this expression was not enough, a few seconds later, Fu Yehan added, "My wife is very beautiful."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

There was a faint scent of tea in the office. Chu Tiankuo had just made a pot of tea before leaving.

Fu Yehan took out a pair of new teacups from the cabinet and scalded them with hot water.

All of Chu Tiankuo’s tea is good tea. Fu Yehan poured a cup for Ye Qingluo and another cup for himself.

"Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?" Ye Qingluo asked while sitting on the sofa at the side.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Yehan reached out and took the teacup in front of Ye Qingluo, poured out her tea and replaced it with hot water.

Ye Qingluo stared at his every move and asked puzzledly: "Fu Yehan, what are you doing?"

"You can't drink tea during your menstrual period."

"..."

Ye Qingluo stared at the man in front of him quietly, and after a moment he suddenly laughed out loud.

For a moment, Ye Qingluo suddenly felt that Fu Yehan was very similar to her grandfather in some ways.

There are obviously countless energy-demanding things waiting for him to decide at work, but this man who is always in a superior position in the eyes of others is actually more attentive than anyone else to his lover in private.

"Nothing else." Fu Yehan explained, "Just the thing I just mentioned. I was afraid I couldn't explain it clearly over the phone, so I wanted to say it in person."

Ye Qingluo picked up the hot water in the teacup, blew on it a little, took a sip and moistened his lips.

Fu Yehan's cell phone message alert sounded twice. He took out his cell phone and replied to a message. Then he put the cell phone back into his pocket, picked up the teacup, and sipped the tea that Chu Tiankuo had brewed.

Chu Tiankuo did not follow the professional tea-making procedures step by step, but his tea itself was good enough, so it tasted pretty good.

The two of them were silent for a while, and Ye Qingluo suddenly asked, "Fu Yehan, do you have a bad relationship with your father?"

Fu Yehan seemed a little surprised, and after a pause, he replied, "It's OK. It's not to the point of severing the relationship yet."

Ye Qingluo choked.

Is this okay?

Thinking of what his mother said last night, Ye Qingluo's expression became a little serious: "I heard that your father's health is not very good? Since it's not to the point of severing ties, you still have to meet him. Don't worry about me. There's no problem on my side. Let's meet on Saturday."

"His physical condition is indeed not ideal." Fu Yehan sighed lightly, but did not compromise. "This is not something you need to worry about."

"Fu Yehan." Ye Qingluo stood up and sat next to him, shaking his hand. "I'm really not that weak. You don't have to consider everything for me. Besides, don't you still have me by your side? Listen to me on this matter, don't leave any regrets for yourself."

"I won't have any regrets." Fu Yehan let her hold his hand, and even gently held her hand a few times, but his face was very stern and he didn't smile.

"This is all he has left." Fu Yehan said, "If he can't see you for a day, he will force himself to hold on for another day. He won't leave any regrets for himself."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo blinked and slowly raised his eyelids.

Fu Yehan's thoughts have always been hidden very deeply. As long as he doesn't want to reveal them, no one can see through them.

But at this moment, Ye Qingluo seemed to see a kind of uneasiness wrapped in strength in Fu Yehan's expressionless face. There were no obvious clues, or even no trace to be found, but Ye Qingluo was very sure.

She raised her face and kissed the corner of Fu Yehan's mouth, her calm voice carrying some soothing tone: "You actually care about your father a lot."

Fu Yehan glanced at her, then looked away, staring at the void in front of him for a long time in silence, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go home to pick you up on Saturday morning. You don't have to prepare anything, I'll take care of it."

"Okay." Ye Qingluo smiled, "I'll be responsible for sending someone."

Fu Yehan hummed, then opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but finally held back.

Ye Qingluo had sharp eyes and caught his slightest movement at the first moment. He said dissatisfiedly, "Fu Yehan, don't play the game of hesitating to speak with me. It makes people feel uncomfortable."

Fu Yehan curled his lips slightly, looking at her with a gentle smile in his eyes, but he still couldn't hide the deep melancholy and loneliness in his eyes: "My previous estimate was still optimistic. He was admitted to the ICU again last night. The doctor's conclusion is that if his willpower is stronger, he will live for a month, so I can't go back to Ye Rao Garden for the time being."

"So serious?" Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank suddenly, "This matter is related to thoughts? Then on Saturday..."

"You're right. Just don't leave any regrets." Before Ye Qingluo could finish his words, Fu Yehan responded, "I've been struggling with this for so long, and now I've figured it out. Low-quality procrastination doesn't seem to make much sense, so I might as well say everything I need to say while he can still talk."

There are still two days until Saturday.

Ye Qingluo hadn't seen Fu Yehan in the past two days, but every night before going to bed, Fu Yehan would send her a message and chat with her briefly.

Fu Yehan said that she didn't need to bring anything, but Ye Qingluo still prepared a few gift boxes as a token of his thoughtfulness.

On Friday night, when it was time to go to bed, Ye Qingluo went to his mother's room with a pillow and quilt.

"What? Are you nervous?" Su Peiyun laughed at her.

"Not bad." Ye Qingluo said, "I just want to find someone to talk to."

Su Peiyun was leaning against the bed, flipping through a recipe book, looking as if she had understood something. "It looks like I've already thought of a topic. Just ask whatever you want to ask, no need to beat around the bush."

Ye Qingluo was amused by his mother's words: "As expected, no one knows a daughter better than her mother...Okay, then I'll ask directly."

"Ah."

Ye Qingluo sat beside Su Peiyun, hugging the quilt, and asked, "Do you know what grudges Fu Yehan's father and my grandparents had in the past?"