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

That summer, his father was sentenced to life imprisonment because he got into a fight with someone outside and the situation was so serious that it resulted in someone's death. His mother hooked up with some man and secretly packed up her things and ran away with him.

The only ones left at home were Ling Shi, who was about to go to high school, and Ling Xihe, who was still in elementary school.

Later, Ye Renyu, who had been supporting them, learned about this and had a talk with Ling Shichang. Finally, after Ling Shi nodded, Ye Renyu found a foster family with very good conditions for Ling Xihe, who had just turned ten years old.

Ling Shi was already fifteen years old at that time and could take care of himself, so Ye Renyu did not interfere unnecessarily. Whenever he had time, he would bring his wife to see him to understand his living conditions and mental state.

That summer, their family broke up, but Ling Shi felt more relaxed than ever before.

He thought he was a heartless man. Even when his sister left and she hugged his trouser legs and cried heartbreakingly, he didn't hug the poor little girl, nor did he even say a word of comfort or advice. He just watched her being taken into the luxury car that came to pick her up.

Until the day before high school started, Ling Shi looked at the empty house, at Ling Xi and the doll that he slept with every day but did not take away, he finally couldn't hold back, slid to the ground against the wall, and burst into tears.

When Ye Renyu and Rao Yin came to see him, his eyes were still red and swollen.

Opening the door and standing at the entrance, Ling Shi had not yet had time to invite anyone in when suddenly a childish voice came up to him.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

That was five-year-old Ye Qingluo.

"I'm really sorry." Rao Yin said, "This is my little granddaughter. My son and daughter-in-law are busy and not at home today, so we have to take care of this little one."

"It's okay." Ling Shi stepped aside to let them into the house.

That day, Ye Renyu and Rao Yin came to give him a back-to-school gift, but Ling Shi could no longer remember what they talked about that day.

He only remembered that the five-year-old girl was very well behaved. When she looked at people, the pure light of the sky was reflected in her eyes. Her smile was very sweet and truly innocent. He had never seen that kind of look on his sister's face. It was the look that only a child who grew up in happiness would have.

"Brother, do you like candy?"

When leaving, the little girl got into the car with her grandparents, then suddenly opened the door and ran out, stretching her two bulging little fists in front of him, with colorful fists all around them that couldn't be covered: "I'm happiest when I eat candy. Here, happy candy, all for you."

Ling Shi didn't originally want the children's things.

Rao Yin, who followed him, patted his shoulder and whispered, "She gave it to you, so just accept it. The little girl has bad teeth, and her mother only gave her two candies a week. I didn't expect she would secretly save so many."

Ling Shi had only seen Ye Qingluo as a child once.

It was only after the car drove away that day that he lowered his head and counted carefully.

There are eight candies in total.

It’s the happiness that the children have saved for a month.

I don’t know if it’s because those candies were specially made, but Ling Shi never ate those candies again. They really make you happy after eating them.

"How did they get together?" After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Ling Xihe suddenly asked, "Why did they get married so quickly when they were completely unrelated?"

"I was the one who brought them together." Ling Shi's every word was like a knife, piercing Ling Xihe's heart. "On the day Ye Qingluo got divorced, someone targeted her in the bar and drugged her. I personally sent her to Fu Yehan's bed."

Almost instantly, Ling Xihe's eyes turned red: "Why?"

Ling Shi took another sip of wine.

"Why!" Ling Xihe raised his voice and shouted at him, "You know very well that I like Fu Yehan and have liked him for so long. You are my brother, it's fine if you don't help me, but why do you want to help an outsider!"

"You flatter me." Ling Shi said, "I don't have this ability. Since you have been working hard for so long, you should know this better than me. It's useless for Fu Yehan to match someone up with someone he doesn't like. I just happened to be a tiny catalyst between him and the person he likes."

Ling Xihe took deep breaths, like a stranded fish, and as soon as she closed her eyes, tears rolled down.

"Brother." Ling Xihe suddenly laughed, "Are you satisfied seeing me in such a mess? To tell you the truth, I have no bottom line. If Fu Yehan can look at me seriously, I'd be willing to be his mistress."

"Ling Xihe!" Ling Shi yelled at him, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." Tears welled up in the corners of Ling Xi's eyes. "You heard me right, I am so shameless. You don't have to be so angry. You have seen people like me before. At least I am better than our mother. Our mother has been the mistress of countless people, but I am very loyal. There are so many people chasing me, but I have never been tempted by any of them. I only like Fu Yehan. Even if I have to be his mistress, I would be more than happy."

Ling Shi emptied the bottom of the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

Ling Xihe moved to Chu Tiankuo's seat holding his cup, took the unfinished wine Chu Tiankuo had drunk into his own glass, and drank it in one gulp.

"Now that we've come to this point, why don't we take this opportunity to have a good chat as siblings?" Ling Xi looked at Ling Shi closely, "After talking about me, let's talk about you, brother."

Ling Shi picked up a few peanuts and put them into his mouth: "I don't have anything to talk about."

"Really?" Ling Xihe said, "Don't you think you're in a rather awkward situation right now?"

Hearing this, Ling Shi's chopsticks shook, and the peanuts he had just picked up fell back into the plate.

"How do you know so much about Ye Qingluo being targeted and drugged in the bar?" Ling Xihe stared at the fallen peanuts and said in a declarative tone, revealing Ling Shi's thoughts, "You have been keeping an eye on her from behind."

Ling Shi didn't say anything.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the naughty peanut with his hands, and rubbed it repeatedly between his fingers until the peanut broke into crumbs.

"Brother, you don't need to pretend in front of me." With Ling Shi's acquiescence, Ling Xihe took out the entire cigarette box from his bag, took out a thin cigarette and handed it to Ling Shi, "We are brother and sister, you understand me, and I naturally understand you."

Ling Shi stared at Ling Xi and the cigarette in his hand, and was reluctant to take it.

After waiting for a while, Ling Xihe withdrew his arm, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a sip.

"Admit it, you're just a master of disguise. In fact, you're not as good as me. At least I tried hard and dared to show it. What about you? Have you ever fought for yourself?"

"Even if the daughter of the Ye family is divorced, you still feel that you are not worthy of her. This is a bad root. It is a bad root that has been engraved in your bones since you and I were born. Even if we live a glamorous life now, the dirty things flowing in our blood are still those that cannot be washed away in this life."

"So there is no fairness in this world. Some people are destined to be superior to others from the moment they are born, while we can only rely on the mercy of others to barely live like human beings."

While Ling Xi was talking, a waiter came to check the room and Ling Shi ordered another bottle of white wine.

Ling Xihe was right, he was indeed good at disguising himself, so no one knew that when Ye Qingluo ran to his office and asked him for a "signboard" that day, he had actually dressed up carefully.

He had practiced the way he winked and smiled at her many times in private.

However, even though Ye Qingluo had been drugged and the drug was at its peak, there was not a trace of interest in her eyes when she looked at him, until, following his words, Ye Qingluo turned and looked at Fu Yehan standing against the wall.

The feeling of being overwhelmed at that moment was not due to the effects of the medicine, but the desire of my heart.

This is the case for Ye Qingluo, who just divorced, and also for Fu Yehan, who has been single for thirty-four years.

Ling Shi opened the wine brought by the waiter, filled a glass, and drank it in a few gulps.

"Since you know the gap, you should also know that Fu Yehan is not someone you and I can afford to offend."