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

"Are those boxes of medicine you bought?" The light was not good, and Su Peiyun could only see the general outline. She asked worriedly, "What kind of medicine? Why did you buy such a large bag at once?"

Su Peiyun was just about to take it out and take a closer look when suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and Ye Qingluo snatched the bag from his mother's hand and hid it behind his back as quickly as possible.

Ye Qingluo gave a guilty smile: "Well, Mom, it's quite late. There aren't many things. We can just take them ourselves. You should go home and have some rest."

The more abnormal Ye Qingluo's behavior was, the more worried Su Peiyun became. She took a step forward and wanted her to take out the thing so that she could see it.

"It's nothing really." Ye Qingluo explained dryly, "It's just medicine. The supermarket was having a promotion, so I stocked up a little."

"Is that the point?" Su Peiyun was still worried and taught him, "You are not ill, why do you stockpile so many medicines? Do you think you can eat them? Besides, Fu Yehan is not young anymore, and you are at the best childbearing age. You should consider having a child. If you want to have a child, you have to pay special attention to many details and you can't take medicine randomly."

"okay, I get it."

Ye Qingluo responded to his mother's words perfunctorily while slowly backing away.

Just as she was aiming for the right moment and was about to use her body to block the bag of things in her hand as she ran towards the gate, there was a sudden "crash" sound.

A corner of the plastic bag scratched a big hole on the short tree behind Ye Qingluo, and the colorful little boxes inside were immediately scattered all over the ground.

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Ye Qingluo's mind went blank for several seconds before he realized what had happened.

But it was too late to react at this time. Ye Qingluo could only watch as his mother slowly squatted down, picked up a colorful box nearby, moved closer in the dim light, and then became petrified.

Under the huge unexpected shock, Su Peiyun was stunned for more than ten seconds.

She had never encountered such a socially deadly thing in her life.

"Ahem, Mom, you don't need to help me clean up. I can do it myself."

Ye Qingluo's face was already red as hell at this time. She glared fiercely at the man who was standing at the door in a daze. She stepped forward and grabbed her mother's arm, took the things in her mother's hand, pulled her up and pushed her towards the next door.

This time, Su Peiyun's steps were very light. Ye Qingluo didn't need to make any effort. She took the first step on her own initiative. It was obvious that she didn't want to stay for a moment.

However, after walking a few steps, Su Peiyun suddenly stopped again, thinking of something.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Ye Qingluo asked puzzledly.

Su Peiyun's eyes swept back and forth between Fu Yehan and Ye Qingluo twice, and finally fixed on Ye Qingluo. She sighed heavily, "It's okay, I just feel sorry for my grandson."

"What are you talking about? Grandson?" Ye Qingluo thought he had heard it wrong.

"Who says this world is unfair?" Su Peiyun said with a wry smile, "Being born into a good family has more obstacles than Tang Monk's journey to the West."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Perhaps Fu Yehan has never encountered such a shameful thing in his life. When buying things, the man was as thick-skinned as a solid wall, but after his "masterpiece" was discovered by his mother-in-law, he suddenly became an autistic piece of wood, and did everything mechanically.

Ye Qingluo was both angry and amused.

"Fu Yehan, where is your ability?"

After turning off the lights at night, Ye Qingluo suddenly turned over, half of his body pressed on Fu Yehan, teasing him in the dark.

Fu Yehan was still depressed and refused to speak.

Ye Qingluo pinched the corners of his straightened mouth: "How about this, let's make a deal. Tomorrow morning when we go to eat next door, I will tell your mother-in-law that I bought all those things. I am picky and don't know which one is good, so I bought them all to try. It has nothing to do with you. This way you don't have to be embarrassed when you see your mother-in-law. In return, you let me..."

"No."

"Fu Yehan, is your hair made of gold?" Ye Qingluo said dissatisfiedly, "Why is it so precious that I can't even touch it."

"No."

Ye Qingluo pouted and lay back down: "If you don't want me to touch you, forget it. Tomorrow you can find a way to face your mother-in-law. I won't help you out."

Ye Qingluo closed his eyes after he finished speaking, and the room became quiet, with only the slight sound of the air conditioner.

After about five or six minutes, Fu Yehan turned sideways and leaned towards her.

Ye Qingluo ignored him.

Fu Yehan pressed closer to her again.

"Change the terms of the deal." Fu Yehan slowly stood up and trapped her under him, his warm breath on her neck. "You help me out tomorrow, and I'll help you try which one works best tonight."

"You wish." Ye Qingluo shrank his neck due to the itch and put out his hand to cover his mouth, "You get all the good things..."

Fu Yehan licked the palm of her hand in this position. The unexpected wetness and softness made Ye Qingluo shudder.

"..."

The hidden emotions in the darkness will always be infinitely magnified. Fu Yehan, whose breath is filled with lust, is like a greedy monster, advancing bit by bit.

"Fu Yehan." Ye Qingluo interrupted his probing, "Then let's change the terms of the deal. I'll take the blame for you, and you answer three questions for me."

After thinking for a few seconds without moving, Fu Yehan said "um", "Okay."

"Then let's make a pinky promise." Ye Qingluo said, "Since you have agreed to the deal, you can't go back on your word at the last minute."

As if he felt there was no pressure in answering a few questions, Fu Yehan agreed without even thinking about it. He hooked his little finger with hers and gently pressed their thumbs together.

When Ye Qingluo formally asked the question, Fu Yehan sat up and leaned back against the head of the bed.

Ye Qingluo also sat up with him and snuggled in the man's arms.

There was a gap in the curtains, and the moonlight came in, casting a small patch of light on the floor.

After my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see the furnishings in the room clearly.

"First question." Ye Qingluo asked directly without thinking, "I heard that Fu Jingwei has a crush on someone for many years. Is that person... Chu Tiankuo?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

Fu Yehan didn't expect her to ask this out of the blue, and he didn't expect her to guess the answer right away. He thought for a while before asking back, "Why do you think that person is Chu Tiankuo?"

"This is my intuition as a woman." Ye Qingluo was eager to verify it and urged, "Answer the question, is it true or not?"

"Yes." Fu Yehan said truthfully.

"As expected, all businessmen are dishonest." Ye Qingluo shook his head and said sympathetically, "Brother Tiankuo is so miserable. He was clearly going both ways, but a cruel capitalist took the opportunity to blackmail him."

"That's the lesson he deserves." Fu Yehan gave a neutral comment and said, "Next question."