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

"This is what happened." With his father's support, Fu Yehang narrated boldly, "That day was the old man's birthday, and our family gathered at the old house for a meal. Jingwei was still in college at that time, and she brought her little girlfriend with her when she came back. The girl drank some wine and felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to go to the guest room to rest, but she went to the wrong place and went to Lao Qi's room in a daze. Lao Qi was on a business trip that day and came back a little late. When he went to the room to change clothes, he saw a woman lying on his bed, and his face turned black. After learning that the person was brought back by Jingwei, Lao Qi caught Jingwei and scolded her. Jingwei cried so hard that her eyes were swollen. That was not enough. Lao Qi had the occupied bed taken out that night, and he did not return to the old house for two months."

"Fu Yehan, this is a bit too much." Ye Qingluo spoke up for him, "The girl just passed out from drinking and lay down for a while. She didn't vomit on his bed. If he doesn't like it, he can just change the sheets and quilts. Why is he angry with the bed?"

"That's right. I don't understand my brother's train of thought." Fu Yehang agreed, "Even if the girl's perfume is a bit strong, even if his nose is very sharp, I can understand that he wants to change the mattress, but he won't even throw away the bed."

"So, I think he might not be targeting the girl. He just doesn't like the bed and wants to find a reason to change it."

Ye Qingluo found an explanation for Fu Yehan. Just after he finished speaking, he remembered something and frowned slightly. He asked again: "What do you mean by the earliest time? Do you mean there were similar things later?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo's brows moved slightly: "What do you mean by the earliest time? Do you mean there were similar things later?"

Fu Yehang glanced at the old man and continued, "After that incident, we all thought that the seventh child might have some problems with his sexual orientation, so our old man tried every means to find opportunities to test him. The result was without exception. If a woman had slept in his bed, he would throw the entire bed away. What's even more outrageous is that even if the other person had slept in his bed when he was not at home, or had touched other things of his, he would still be able to find out."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Ye Qingluo found that he particularly liked listening to stories about Fu Yehan’s past. He always felt that the Fu Yehan he was familiar with was completely different from the one described by others.

This is probably the reason why she never made any associations with Fu Yehan's identity even though many details had clearly hinted at his identity.

The Fu Yehan she knew was indeed a bit picky, but not difficult to please to the point of being paranoid.

After a brief moment of distraction, Ye Qingluo glanced in the direction of Mr. Fu.

Is this the reason why Mr. Fu has been urging Fu Yehan to get married and have children?

Do you think there is something wrong with Fu Yehan’s sexual orientation?

"Anything else?" Ye Qingluo asked, "What other minefields does Fu Yehan have?"

"There are simply too many to count." Fu Yehang laughed as he talked about it. "For example, Lao Qi never lets women sit on the passenger seat of his car. He doesn't like others to serve him food when he eats, even with serving chopsticks. He hates any physical contact with others, and he even hates it when his clothes are touched. After shaking hands with others, he must find an opportunity to wash his hands. Oh, Lao Qi also has an absolute taboo."

"What taboo?" Ye Qingluo asked curiously.

"Seventh Brother hates people touching his head." As if recalling something fresh in his memory, Fu Yehang shook his head firmly and said, "Not even my father."

Ye Qingluo was still recalling whether he had touched Fu Yehan's minefield before, and Fu Yehang reminded him sternly: "Just remember it, but don't try it. I'm not trying to scare you, but Old Seven will really turn hostile."

"Oh." Ye Qingluo nodded obediently and asked, "What about face pinching?"

what?

There was a moment of blankness in Fu Yehang's expression.

"I mean," Ye Qingluo repeated, "Fu Yehan doesn't allow people to touch his head, so does that mean he can allow people to pinch his face?"

This question really hit Fu Yehang's blind spot, but based on Fu Yehang's understanding of his younger brother, even if such a thing had never happened before, he could imagine the reaction of their ancestor after being pinched on the face.

"Don't try it. The consequences will be even more serious than patting your head, especially..."

Fu Yehang wanted to say, especially since you are a little girl younger than many of our younger generations, even if you get married, you must know how to respect others, and you can't act disrespectful. You must learn to maintain a man's face and inner order, just like your sister-in-law and I, and be a couple who respect each other. Also, reality is not an idol drama. Although all the women who covet our old seventh can circle the city several times, but our old seventh has never looked at him, but this does not mean that you are safe now that you have caught the old seventh's eye. You should not rely too much on men, you must learn to manage yourself, and it is best to learn to be more mature and intellectual, so as to be worthy of the identity of the wife of the head of the Fu family.

These were Fu Yehang's heartfelt words as a person who had experienced it all, but his heartfelt words only started. Before he could carry out his speech, Fu Yehan came out from the inner room holding a cell phone. When he passed by him, he gave him a sharp look.

Fu Jingye coughed a few times and moved his wheelchair away from the boss to avoid being affected.

"I'm not very good at speaking." Fu Yehang smiled awkwardly and pushed his father back. "I don't know if my brothers and sisters like what I just said. Dad, please say a few words. I'll go get you a glass of water. You can tell my brothers and sisters about the endless merits of our seventh child."

There are so many fucking things.

Fu Jingye almost picked up the crutch beside him and hit someone.

I couldn't continue the conversation, so I caught him to take the blame, and I even set a trap for him.

For a moment the room fell into deathly silence.

Fu Jingwei booked a restaurant for them to have lunch together at noon. Fu Yehan originally planned to take Ye Qingluo away directly, but now he changed his mind and it didn't matter if he waited a little longer.

"Our old man has many advantages." Fu Jingye gritted his teeth and started, "In addition to what I told you last time, old man is outstanding at work and he is very passionate about his work, there are also, for example..."

After a pause of five or six seconds, the old man repeated: "For example..."

After another five or six seconds, the old man stubbornly repeated: "For example..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Ye Qingluo, let's go!"

"..."

Things on the Internet have fermented to a certain extent, and many people are waiting for a result.

Among them, more than 10,000 people tagged Ifyou, hoping that Ifyou would speak out and say whether the dress was fake or not, and if so, how Ifyou planned to deal with this infringement.

Tu Lan did not receive any instructions from Fu Yehan, so she did not speak out.

Fu Yehan is currently investigating those people who are fanning the flames and guiding public opinion, but has not made any decision yet.

However, his investigation was limited to talking, and the person who actually took action was Fu Jingwei.

In order to better communicate their ideas with each other and understand the relevant legal provisions, Fu Jingwei booked a restaurant for lunch and made an appointment with Fu Yehan, Ye Qingluo, and Ling Shi.

Because it was the first time she met Ye Qingluo, Fu Jingwei did not dare to be negligent and stood at the door of the restaurant half an hour in advance, ready to pick him up in person.

While waiting, Ling Shi arrived first. Fu Jingwei and Ling Shi were not very familiar with each other, but they knew each other.

Ling Shi did not go to the restaurant alone, but waited with her for a while, and then the two of them chatted briefly about things on the Internet.

"Jingwei?"

When Fu Jingwei raised her hand to check the time, a familiar voice came from the side.

"Brother? You're here too." Ling Xihe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked between the two of them several times, "You two - aren't you on a date?"

When Fu Jingwei heard the word "date", she subconsciously wanted to explain.

However, she opened her mouth but before she could say anything, she saw Ling Xi and a man not far behind her, wearing casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets, looking cool and unruly, walking towards them with his long legs crossed.