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

Ye Qingluo felt that the saying that old ginger is wise is absolutely true.

Mr. Fu seemed to have given her two options, but in fact she could only choose one.

She hooked up with Fu Yehan on the day of her divorce, and got married the next day. It couldn't be because of love.

Then all that remains is the agreement.

"It seems that my guess was correct." Seeing that she was still silent, Fu Jingye said, "I won't ask about the specific content of your agreement. Just tell me, is the agreement between you still valid?"

"It doesn't count." This time Ye Qingluo answered immediately.

"Yeah." Fu Jingye nodded. "That's what I was saying. I don't have any references to compare with, so it's hard to say. But our seventh child's reaction to you doesn't seem like acting at all."

Ye Qingluo asked curiously: "What's different?"

Fu Jingye smiled but said nothing. After a while, he said, "Second question, what do you like most about Old Seven?"

Ye Qingluo had thought about this question seriously. There were many things about Fu Yehan that she liked. From the superficial liking for Fu Yehan's excellent appearance when she first met him, to her liking for his "professional" service, and then, she slowly discovered that putting aside those superficial things, this man still had a personal charm that could deeply attract her.

Fu Yehan is mature and steady.

He has a unique way of thinking in dealing with and solving problems.

His ability to manipulate people.

His confidence.

His attention to detail and so on.

Ye Qingluo likes them all very much.

As for having to pick a favorite...

Ye Qingluo thought for a moment and said slowly, "I like his cuteness the most."

"Ahem." Fu Jingye almost choked out his breath, "What did you say? You like Lao Qi's cuteness? Hahaha, little girl, I think you are quite cute. Are you sure we are talking about the same person?"

Ye Qingluo blushed a little because of the joke, but she still nodded.

She also knew how incompatible the word cute was with Fu Yehan, but that was indeed what she thought.

Before she knew Fu Yehan’s identity, she would be confused every time she faced Fu Yehan’s inexplicable sour face.

Later, she thought that Fu Yehan was dissatisfied because of money, so she was very conscious every time and gave him more money from time to time, and even promised to give him a Rolls-Royce in the future, and then Fu Yehan became even more dissatisfied.

Maybe it was really impossible to communicate with her, so Fu Yehan was sulking every time he had a bad face.

Ye Qingluo actually noticed all these details, but he had not thought about them so much before. Now, considering Fu Yehan's identity and thinking back to the past, everything became clear.

From the word "I won the prize" that Fu Yehan said after getting the certificate, to her frequently talking about his "signature" identity, to the dress that brought her countless criticisms, and finally before her identity was exposed, Fu Yehan was uneasy and made all kinds of roundabout tests, even arranging a candlelight dinner.

When a person's inner thoughts are seriously inconsistent with his external personality, the truth under that particular situation will become very cute, even if it is a "big monster" or a ghost.

Recalling something, Fu Jingye sighed deeply.

He stopped asking Ye Qingluo questions and leaned back in his chair with his head slightly raised, with half of his body in the sun and the other half in the shade. After a long while, he spoke softly.

"When he was little, Lao Qi was really cute, and also 'stupid'. He couldn't speak at the age of three. Whenever he was unhappy, he would pull his round little face and glare at people fiercely. At that time, there weren't so many things in Lao Qi's eyes that people couldn't see through. He could express all emotions through his eyes, and people could understand them at a glance, often making everyone laugh."

"Until he started kindergarten, the seventh child couldn't speak. The teacher was worried that he had some intellectual disability, so she asked me to take him for a checkup. I didn't take him because I could tell that he was just strangely dumb in speech, but he had all the intelligence he needed."

"Later, just as I expected, the seventh child was the smartest child I had ever met. No matter what I taught him, I only needed to explain the same type of question once."

"I was very proud at that time. It was also from that time that I made up my mind to train him to be the person in charge of Fu's company. So from a very young age, I would bring Lao Qi with me when I discussed business. When I encountered business problems, I would analyze them for him and even ask him for his thoughts sometimes. It can be said that Lao Qi has never let me down in terms of rational decision-making. He seems to be destined to be on this path."

"I never thought there was anything wrong with what I did, until I got older and had more emotional thoughts, I realized that I was not as successful as I thought."

While Mr. Fu was reminiscing about the past, Ye Qingluo's WeChat notification sound rang several times in succession.

It was not until Mr. Fu stopped to think that Ye Qingluo took out his cell phone and took a look.

[Sign: I may not be able to go back for a while, so I have to treat you to lunch. ]

[Sign: People tend to get confused when they get old, so don’t take my dad’s words to heart.]

[Sign: Be patient for a few minutes. I have someone who will be here soon. You can follow her later.]

Ye Qingluo didn’t know who Fu Yehan was looking for, but in order not to let him worry, Ye Qingluo quickly sent him a message.

[Ye Qingluo: Don’t worry, I want to chat for a while.]

【Shop sign:?】

【Signboard: What are you talking about? 】

[Ye Qingluo: We were talking about how dumb you were when you were a kid. You couldn’t even speak when you were three years old.]

【Shop sign:……】

Ye Qingluo put away his phone, looked at Mr. Fu, and continued with the previous conversation, asking: "You said that you are not as successful as you imagined. What do you mean? Is there something wrong with Fu Yehan?"

Fu Jingye controlled the electric wheelchair and moved it a little further towards the sunlight. He said, "It depends on how you define success. If having a lot of money is success, then there is no man more successful than Lao Qi in the whole city. It is no exaggeration to say that Lao Qi was a money-making machine in the past. I am not as efficient as him."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo remembered the gossip about Fu Yehan that Chu Tianqing had told her before.

Vaguely aware of something, Ye Qingluo's brows slowly frowned.

Due to physical reasons, Fu Jingye had to stop and take a rest after each speech.

"Would you like some water?" Seeing that Mr. Fu's lips were dry and he coughed from time to time, Ye Qingluo stood up and poured him a cup of hot water.

She remembered what the housekeeper had said before, that Fu Yehan had strict requirements on the temperature of the water his father drank. When she handed it to him, she hesitated again and asked, "What temperature of water does Fu Yehan require you to drink? I'll make you a new cup."

"I'm not that squeamish." Fu Jingye laughed and took the initiative to extend his hand, "As long as you can drink it."

After taking a few sips of hot water, Fu Jingye suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know what the first sentence Old Seven said when he was a child?"