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

The next morning, when Fu Yehan came, he hadn't had breakfast yet.

Su Peiyun was cooking porridge in the kitchen, and Fu Yehan went over to help.

"No need for you." Su Peiyun raised her chin towards the outside, "Qingluo is in my room. She may have been too nervous to sleep well last night and hasn't gotten up yet. Go wake her up."

"Don't worry, let her sleep a little longer." Fu Yehan glanced in the direction of the stove and said, "What do you want to cook with the eggs you prepared? I'll help you make it."

"What would you do?" Su Peiyun asked.

Fu Yehan was a little embarrassed: "I can... boil eggs."

Su Peiyun was amused by his honest words and laughed for a long time.

After a while, she became serious again and asked, "How is your father's health?"

"It's not ideal." Fu Yehan replied, "But there is no problem with normal communication at the moment."

"Ah."

Su Peiyun picked up the eggs and beat them into a bowl, stirring them a few times and then stopped.

"As for Qingluo, you don't have to worry too much about her being wronged." Su Peiyun said, "Since she is your wife, there are some things that she needs to bear and face together with you."

Thinking of the news on the Internet that was intended to push Ye Qingluo to the forefront, Fu Yehan's face darkened a little: "She didn't have to face this."

Su Peiyun sighed helplessly and laughed: "Your male chauvinism is even stronger than Ye Qingluo's father's."

Fu Yehan did not deny it.

Su Peiyun laughed at him and said, "Fortunately, when Qingluo was just born, her grandfather did not accept the marriage proposal from your father. Otherwise, Ye Qingluo would not be a canary now, and she might have been spoiled by you to the point where she couldn't take care of herself."

Fu Yehan: "..."

Ye Qingluo had just walked to the kitchen door when he heard his mother's last words.

Amid Ye Qingluo's dissatisfied protest, everyone finished their breakfast in a relaxed atmosphere.

Afterwards, Ye Qingluo went back to her room, put on some light makeup, changed into the skirt that Fu Yehan had given her some time ago, carried the gift box that she and her mother had picked out at the mall, and got into Fu Yehan's car.

Fu Yehan leaned over to help Ye Qingluo fasten her seat belt, and then kissed her while doing so.

"Very beautiful." Fu Yehan said.

"Thank you." Ye Qingluo reciprocated, "I also think this skirt is very beautiful. You have good taste."

Fu Yehan gently scraped her collagen-covered face with his fingers: "I'm talking about people."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Fu Yehan did not drive the car to the Fu villa, but to the most expensive private hospital in the capital.

After stopping the car, Fu Yehan handed the gift that Ye Qingluo brought to the assistant who had been waiting here early, and then he took Ye Qingluo in his arms and walked towards the ward.

In the VIP luxury ward area, Mr. Fu occupies an entire floor by himself.

When coming out of the elevator and walking towards the room, Ye Qingluo suddenly slowed down.

"Don't be nervous." Fu Yehan comforted her, "When my father asks you a question, just answer it if you want to. If you don't know how to answer, just don't say anything. I will always be with you."

Ye Qingluo was really nervous, so nervous that he felt a little flustered.

She wanted to ask Fu Yehan how she should address his father, but the words were on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Given Fu Yehan's personality, it would definitely be impossible for him to let her call him "Dad" directly.

But what should we call him if not "Dad"? Uncle?

Fu Yehan had already told her to change his words, but she felt bad calling him uncle.

But facing a completely stranger man who was the same age as her grandfather, she really couldn't call him "Dad".

"No need to call for help." Fu Yehan saw her conflicted thoughts and said, "Just answer whatever he asks you, no need to use any title."

Ye Qingluo was still uneasy: "Is this really okay? Isn't it impolite?"

Fu Yehan took a step forward and hugged her, leaning over and burying his head in Ye Qingluo's neck, and said softly: "Don't worry so much, I didn't marry a wife to please anyone in the Fu family, including my father."

Ye Qingluo hummed softly and said, "I know, but..."

"No buts." Fu Yehan said, "Whatever wishes my father has left is his own business. I have the obligation to take care of him and see him to the end of his life, but I have no obligation to pay for his wishes, and you have even less obligation. So you are already giving him a great honor by coming to see him in person today, and you don't owe anyone anything. He knows this himself."

With Fu Yehan's comfort, Ye Qingluo's nervous mood slowly calmed down.

Mr. Fu’s ward is at the innermost side of the corridor. It is a large suite with two bedrooms with private bathrooms. One is Mr. Fu’s and the other is where Fu Yehan lives.

The living room has two floor-to-ceiling windows, making it very bright. Two caregivers are quietly busy with their work.

Fu Jingye sat in a wheelchair, facing the floor-to-ceiling window on the south side, staring out the window motionlessly, with Fu's housekeeper standing next to him.

After seeing Fu Yehan, the butler immediately leaned over and whispered something in Fu Jingye's ear.

After receiving the old man's eye signal, the butler pushed the wheelchair and slowly turned in a direction.

Fu Yehan held Ye Qingluo's hand and walked to the center of the living room. After his father turned around, he introduced her in a very formal tone: "Ye Qingluo, my wife."

Then Fu Yehan looked at Ye Qingluo again, lowered his voice a few notches, and said simply: "My father."

Fu Jingye was dressed formally, with his white hair combed meticulously. It looked like he had taken care of it for today's meeting, but it still couldn't hide his haggard and sickly appearance.

Ye Qingluo smiled politely and said "Hello".

Fu Jingye did not respond immediately. He looked her up and down for a long time before pointing at the sofa and saying, "Sit anywhere."

Fu Yehan took Ye Qingluo to sit down on the sofa. Before talking about their own affairs, he first asked the housekeeper about a series of details such as what his father had for breakfast, how much he had eaten, how long after the meal he had taken the medicine, what time in the morning the doctor would come to check, etc.

After answering all the questions, the butler smiled and said, "Old man, you see, it is Director Fu who cares about you the most. When the Fourth Master and the Sixth Master came over just now, they didn't ask so many questions in detail. They are also filial. They brought you the things you like to eat, such as Australian lobster, Hawaiian short-bearded carp, New Zealand beef... These things are good, but the doctor clearly forbids you to eat them. Only Director Fu is the most careful. He will even personally supervise the temperature of every sip of water you drink."

Fu Jingye seemed to be in a good mood, especially after hearing what the housekeeper said, his narrowed eyes were filled with a smile: "Yes, our Old Seven is the most careful, taking care of everything. Once something happens to me, he doesn't even sleep, and stays up all night to follow me."

"You're right." The housekeeper agreed, "Mr. Fu hasn't had a full night's sleep these past few days. I have to go to your room several times every night to check on you before I can rest assured."

Fu Jingye agreed, "I have given birth to so many sons, but this is the only reliable one."

Just as the housekeeper was about to agree, Fu Jingye said, "...he is the only one who dares to scold me."

housekeeper:"……"

"Every time the other guys see me, they're like mice seeing a cat." Fu Jingye said with a smile.

"Mr. Fu never scolded you." The housekeeper tried to make amends, "Mr. Fu just speaks more directly, which is understandable. After all, he has a high position and many things to deal with. He doesn't have the time to coax people. Besides, when you were in power before, didn't you also like this kind of 'efficient communication'? Otherwise, why would the other masters be so afraid of you?"

"That's not unreasonable." Fu Jingye looked at Ye Qingluo, "Little girl, let me ask you, when Old Seven talks to you, does he also like to choke you when he disagrees with you?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”