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

In a state of nervousness, Ye Qingluo bit his lip with the tip of his teeth.

She couldn't help but let out a hiss. Seeing this, Fu Yehan immediately went to his room to find a clean cotton swab and pressed it on the bleeding spot on her lower lip.

"We don't want any children." Fu Yehan said firmly, "Not even one."

"This is a matter between husband and wife, and you alone have no say." Fu Jingye stared at Ye Qingluo's every move and said seriously, "Little girl, answer my question."

Ye Qingluo took the cotton swab from Fu Yehan's hand and pressed it for a while. After the bleeding stopped, she raised her eyes and said calmly, "This is not something I can decide on my own. If Fu Yehan doesn't cooperate, I can't give birth myself."

After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Fu Jingye looked back and forth between the two of them thoughtfully, then turned around and winked at the housekeeper.

Butler Lao Zhang raised his hand to check the time, then went out to make a phone call. In less than a minute, he pushed the door open and walked back, then leaned over and whispered something in Fu Yehan's ear.

"Wait a moment, I have something to tell the butler."

Fu Yehan greeted Ye Qingluo, forked her an apple, then stood up and followed the housekeeper to the inner room.

Ye Qingluo had just finished eating an apple when Fu Yehan came out of the room.

"I have something to take care of." Fu Yehan pulled Ye Qingluo up from the sofa, "Take your bag, I'll ask my assistant to take you back."

Ye Qingluo didn’t know what Fu Yehan was going to do, but since he had arranged it this way, Ye Qingluo didn’t ask any more questions.

Ye Qingluo and Fu Yehan had just taken two steps toward the door when Fu Jingye suddenly called her, "Little girl, Lao Qi is going to bring a Feng Shui master to help me look at the cemetery. You stay and talk to me. I'll ask the driver to take you there later."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo stopped and looked back.

"No need." Fu Yehan said, "She will go with me."

"Seventh Brother." Fu Jingye laughed, "Why are you so nervous? Am I some kind of demon? Can I eat her up?"

Fu Yehan ignored his father's ridicule and insisted, "If you really feel bored, I'll let Jing Wei come over and chat with you for a while."

Fu Jingye sighed: "I am a person who is about to be buried, and you still want to send a piece of wood to torture me. Where is your conscience?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Before Fu Yehan could continue to refuse, Ye Qingluo patted Fu Yehan's arm and said, "Fu Yehan, go and do your thing. I don't have anything to do today. I'll wait for you to come back before leaving."

Fu Yehan opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Ye Qingluo pushed him a few steps towards the door and waved at him: "Don't worry, I'll call you if I need you."

Fu Yehan glanced in the direction of his father, hesitated for a few seconds, nodded reluctantly and said, "Okay, I'll be back soon."

"Yeah." Ye Qingluo squinted and smiled at him.

After Fu Yehan left, the housekeeper temporarily sent away the two caregivers in the room and stood outside the door consciously.

Click.

The door was closed, and Ye Qingluo and Fu Jingye were the only two people left in the suite.

With the preparation from the previous chat, Ye Qingluo was no longer nervous.

After returning to the seat on the sofa where he had just sat, Ye Qingluo took the initiative to speak: "I am also a wooden man, not very good at talking. If you want to talk to me about something, just ask me. I will try my best to answer any questions I can."

Fu Jingye held the string in his hand and stringed the beads one by one.

I don’t know if it’s because there are fewer people and the room has become deserted, but the old man’s spirit has become a little weak, like a deflated ball, the shape hasn’t changed much, but it’s lost its elasticity.

The sun shone into the room through the French windows. The old man relaxed and leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes lazily. After a moment, he suddenly laughed: "Little girl, what made you misunderstand wood so deeply?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”

"I didn't have any particular purpose in keeping you here." Fu Jingye no longer had the strong momentum he had just now, and his strength in speaking had even diminished a bit. "I just wanted to chat about family matters."

"Yeah." Ye Qingluo responded, "Which family do you want to talk about? The Fu family or the Ye family?"

The wrinkles at the corners of Fu Jingye's mouth and eyes were all moving downwards, and it was obvious that he was not a person who laughed often. However, today he seemed to be particularly fond of laughing, but his laugh was obviously weak.

"Don't talk about these two topics." Fu Jingye pointed out directly, "You are not interested in Fu's family, and the things that I am interested in Ye's family cannot be discussed with a little girl like you."

Ye Qingluo was puzzled: "Then what do you want to talk about?"

Not sure if it hurt somewhere, but Fu Jingye suddenly lowered his head and frowned. It took him a long while to relax his brows again. Then he said slowly in a voice that she could just hear: "Since you can stay and talk to an old man like me, then let's talk about something that interests you."

Ye Qingluo was a little surprised.

She's interested?

Among all the topics they could talk about, the only one that interested her was Fu Yehan.

"Little girl, you don't have to be afraid of me." Fu Jingye said with a smile, "Although I am indeed not a good person, I will not die without understanding."

Ye Qingluo didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"I'll tell you about Old Seven." Fu Jingye said, and then offered another condition, "But before that, you have to answer two questions for me."

Ye Qingluo thought about it and said frankly: "As for the child's matter, I hope to let nature take its course."

Fu Jingye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled. In stark contrast to his previous behavior, he shook his head and said, "Whether you want to have a baby or not, and how many to have, that's your business. I can't control that."

The muscles at the corners of Ye Qingluo's eyes twitched slightly, and for a moment, she even wondered if the other person was getting senile.

She was clearly trying to induce labor just now, but now she can't do anything about it?

"Then what do you want to ask?" Ye Qingluo asked proactively.

"First question." Fu Jingye thought for a moment and asked, "You approached Lao Qi on the day of your divorce, and you went to get the marriage certificate the next day. Why?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Although Ye Qingluo had not expected Mr. Fu to ask this before, she was not surprised at all after he asked it.

To those who don’t know the situation, the speed at which her and Fu Yehan’s relationship developed is indeed incredible.

Ye Qingluo didn't think of how to answer for a moment. He just kept his eyes downcast, and euphemistic expressions flashed through his mind one after another.

"I don't need you to write a short essay for me." Fu Jingye looked at her embarrassment and chuckled, "If you don't know how to answer this question, then I'll ask it and you answer it."

"Okay." Ye Qingluo responded.

Fu Jingye didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "You and Fu Yehan, what was the foundation of your marriage?"

Before Ye Qingluo could react, Fu Jingye added: "Love, or agreement?"