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

Ye Qingluo shook his head and looked at Mr. Fu curiously.

I don’t know if it’s due to the steam rising from the cup, but there seems to be a layer of mist under Mr. Fu’s eyes.

"It was not long after he went to kindergarten. A little boy in the class laughed at him and he angrily punched the boy, breaking his nose. Later, the boy's mother found the kindergarten and slapped him in front of the whole class. The teachers present were all terrified. The boy's mother didn't know my temper, but all the teachers who had come into contact with me knew that I would never sit idly by and watch my son being bullied. So when I went there, all the teachers apologized and the head teacher even cried. The reason why the boy's mother was so arrogant was because her family had some money from the business. But as luck would have it, the biggest order from their family came from Fu's. Later, when she realized who she had offended, the boy's mother was almost paralyzed by fear. She cried and apologized for her behavior. While trying to find someone to contact her husband. The incident that day was a big deal. A bunch of people gathered in the principal's office. When the boy's father and grandparents came, they also brought some business partners to help intercede. Finally, when I insisted on canceling all cooperation, the boy's mother was so scared that she slapped herself twice. In order to vent my anger, she slapped herself and even raised her hand to slap her son. However, just before her arm was full of strength and ready to hit her, Lao Qi, who had been standing silently at the center of the whole incident, suddenly stepped forward to cover the boy's eyes, and pulled him back a step without holding a grudge, avoiding the slap from his mother. Afterwards, under the gaze of everyone, Lao Qi slowly put down her little hand covering the boy's eyes, and said to him in a very unskilled and childish voice: "Mom... is very hard... she loves you. '"

After hearing Mr. Fu's last words, two lines of tears instantly slid down Ye Qingluo's eyes.

From Mr. Fu’s description, she seemed to see Fu Yehan as a child, a little boy who would not suffer any loss, had a good temper, and was sensitive and kind.

Combined with some of the things in the past that her mother had told her before, Ye Qingluo suddenly understood why Fu Yehan didn't want children.

Because mom... works very hard.

"People who talk less often have richer emotions." Fu Jingye took a sip of water and sighed, "So Lao Qi should have been a very emotionally open child, but I cultivated him into a highly efficient, closed-minded person who only focused on work. A few years ago, I realized the seriousness of the problem and tried every means to send many women to Lao Qi, hoping to divert his attention from work. I even made a will and left all the property under my name to Lao Qi's first child. However, it was of no use, and even counterproductive. The more women thought about him, the busier he was at work, and sometimes he even slept in the office. So little girl, to be honest, I am very happy today. I have been jealous of the love between your grandfather and your grandmother all my life. I know that I have done too many evil things and I don't deserve it at all. But please believe me, Lao Qi deserves it."

Before coming here, Ye Qingluo never expected to hear Mr. Fu say such words.

Ye Qingluo was silent for a long time before he spoke: "You sent him away just to tell me this?"

"I know, it's unnecessary for me to say these things." Fu Jingye laughed at himself. "You young people's feelings don't need an old man like me to add fuel to the fire, so just listen casually. You don't need to tell Lao Qi these hypocritical words I said. I said these just to make myself feel better, so that I can comfort myself that I'm not completely a bad person. At least before I died, I did some good things for a good person."

As soon as Fu Jingye finished speaking, there was a noise outside the door.

Someone must have come. The housekeeper stopped him from entering, but the other party tried to force his way in.

"Thank you for telling me this." Ye Qingluo raised his hand to wipe his face, wiped off the tears on his hair, and said firmly, "I won't tell Fu Yehan. He really doesn't need to know that you have been stubborn for more than 30 years, and now you suddenly understand your 'deep' fatherly love. Fu Yehan has done a good job, and he doesn't need to bear any more unnecessary self-blame and regret."

Ye Qingluo's words were very impolite, but Fu Jingye was not angry at all, he looked in a very good mood.

"She is indeed Rao Yin's granddaughter. Her temper is exactly the same as your grandmother's. No wonder our seventh son likes her so much..."

Before Fu Jingye could finish his words of emotion, there was a "bang" and the front door was opened from the outside.

"Brother-in-law, did I hear you wrong? Are you reminiscing about the past again?"

Da da da.

The sound of high heels came from far away and finally stopped beside Ye Qingluo.

Tu Lan was wearing an elegant cheongsam, but the aura she exuded had nothing to do with elegance. The first sentence she said gave Fu Jingye a headache.

"Did Old Seven ask you to come?" Fu Jingye said casually, changing the topic.

The sun was blazing outside, and Tu Lan's forehead was covered with sweat. She bent down without hesitation, picked up a piece of watermelon and put it into her mouth. After finally feeling refreshed, she replied, "Why did Lao Qi ask me to come here? To make things difficult for you? Of course I came here on my own. I heard that you were in the hospital again, so I thought I'd come over to see you sooner rather than later, as it would be a pity if I didn't see you one day."

Fu Jingye obviously didn't want to waste time talking to his sister-in-law, so he waved his hand and said, "Now that we've met, there's no regret. You can go."

"Why are you so anxious to send me away?"

Tu Lan walked behind Fu Jingye and pushed him to the south window to avoid the air outlet of the central air conditioner. She looked at Ye Qingluo and asked, "Qingluo, my curiosity is about to explode. Please satisfy me. How much gift did your father-in-law give you when we first met?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”

"Why is there such an expression?" Tu Lan said in a loud voice, "You didn't give a cent, did you? Oh my, I can't stand it. The harem that your father-in-law prepared for your husband started at 100,000 yuan per meeting, and some of them were even given seven figures. Although seven figures is a drop in the bucket for the Fu family, your father-in-law is usually simple and frugal. He has never been so generous to his own wives, so it is enough to show that your father-in-law values ​​those girls. I just don't know why he suddenly lost his sincerity when it comes to you. Is this the tradition of their Fu family? The wives they married are not worth anything? Not even a cent..."

"Ting Yumian!" Fu Jingye used all his strength to interrupt Tu Lan's nonsense, "Shut up!"

"Just shut up." Tu Lan sat on the sofa, "I'll see how you perform with my eyes."

Fu Jingye: “…”