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

The next question, Ye Qingluo originally planned to ask Fu Yehan, what did he mean by what he said to Ling Shi before leaving the restaurant at noon today?

Besides Chu Lingyan, is there anyone else who is creating public opinion online?

However, Ye Qingluo thought about it and felt that she could ask this question later. There was no need to waste the opportunity she had worked so hard to obtain.

After thinking for a while, Ye Qingluo spoke slowly, "Second question: In the car during the day, you said "not now", and then you went to buy such a big bag of things, which means you can do it at that time, right?"

Before Fu Yehan could speak, Ye Qingluo continued, "This is not the question I want to ask, you don't need to answer. My question is: besides doing that, why can't I be touched on the head at other times?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

Fu Yehan's expression was a little hard to describe. He didn't know why this girl was so persistent. There were obviously many questions she could ask. Even if she asked him why he didn't want a child, he could give her a serious answer. But she just had to argue with such a trivial matter.

Fu Yehan didn't answer, and Ye Qingluo didn't urge him either, just patiently wasting time with him.

Fu Yehan reached out for the phone on the bedside table, clicked on Fu Yehang's contact information, and sent a bunch of requests for night vigil. Amid a bunch of question marks sent by Fu Yehang, Fu Yehan turned the phone to silent mode and turned off the screen.

"Nothing special, I'm just not used to it."

The man's deep, magnetic voice sounded softly above Ye Qingluo's head.

"When I was a child, I envied mothers touching their children's heads. I thought that must be the happiest feeling in the world."

"Later, my father took me into the business world and I started to get involved in the infighting and struggles in the business world. I never felt that envy again."

"Because I have more and more control over myself, I no longer need to be like other children, longing for protection, love, and rewards of any kind of intimate comfort."

“When other children were still reading fairy tales, I already understood that there are not many things in this world that are trustworthy. Human nature is the most dangerous thing in this world, and vulnerability is the most useless thing in this world.”

"I don't want to test human nature, nor do I want to show any signs of weakness, so I must be absolutely independent and strong. I can be the backbone of Fu's family, but I don't need to rely on anyone, so I reject any intimate behavior. I have established a safety boundary for myself and don't want to establish any emotional connection with others that may break this safety boundary. And 'being touched on the head' is a serious violation of the safety boundary."

After Fu Yehan answered seriously and honestly, Ye Qingluo was silent for a long time. She knew that the boundary Fu Yehan was talking about was for other people, not her.

There were countless actions between them that were more intimate than touching each other's heads. From that day in the bar when she threw herself into Fu Yehan's arms, the moment Fu Yehan did not push her away, he had already opened the closed door to her.

As for why Fu Yehan now firmly disagrees with letting her touch his head.

She guessed that it was one thing because he was not used to it, and another was probably the man's dignity at work.

"One last question." Fu Yehan reminded.

As for the last question, Ye Qingluo hadn’t figured it out yet when Fu Yehan answered the second question.

But now she suddenly had an idea.

After breaking free from Fu Yehan's arms, Ye Qingluo suddenly turned over and sat astride Fu Yehan's legs, facing him.

"Let me ask you a hypothetical question at the end." After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, he lowered his head to Fu Yehan's lips and kissed him for a while.

"Yeah." Fu Yehan was kissed by her and his eyes were full of affection. He was easy to talk to and asked proactively, "Tell me, how do you make the assumption?"

"Suppose." Ye Qingluo spoke with emphasis, and after a pause he repeated, "Suppose... for some irresistible reason, you married another woman, and the woman could not divorce you for the rest of your life."

As soon as Ye Qingluo finished his premise, Fu Yehan's face darkened, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with this assumption.

Ye Qingluo cleared his throat and continued, "Then one night, you were thirsty and were about to pour yourself some water by the wall of Lingshi Bar's office. Just when you had finished pouring the water and were about to drink it, I suddenly found Lingshi's office and wanted to order the most beautiful sign of their bar. Then, before you could react, I threw myself directly into your arms and asked for you by name. Would you push me away and give me to another man?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

He didn't know whether Fu Yehan would push her away in that situation.

He only knew that he really wanted to push her away and ask her to go back to his place and sleep.

I don’t know what’s going on in this girl’s head.

"Yes, or no." Ye Qingluo said, "Why do you need to think so long about these two simple options?"

Fu Yehan resisted the urge to chase her away and said in a deep voice, "Change the question."

"Okay." Ye Qingluo was easy to negotiate with. "Then I'll change the question, but we agreed that we can't change it this time. We made a promise, and we can't violate the principles of the transaction. The promise between husband and wife must be followed."

Fu Yehan had a sullen face and said "hmm" in a cold and stiff voice.

"It's still a hypothetical question." As if he had already thought of the content, Ye Qingluo had almost no hesitation this time, "This time the hypothesis is not the premise, the premise is what we are like now."

As if he was quite satisfied with this premise, Fu Yehan said "hmm" indifferently, motioning her to continue.

"Suppose we reach the seven-year itch. By then, you will be in your forties and I will only be thirty, not even older than you are now..."

"Ye Qingluo." Fu Yehan's face darkened again after being touched on a sore spot. "What's in your mind? Who said that every couple has the 'seven-year itch'?"

"So it's just a hypothesis." Ye Qingluo said as a matter of course.

Fu Yehan stared at her without saying anything.

Ye Qingluo continued, "Suppose that by that time, our relationship is not as good as it is now, and we are tired of each other, or you are not, you still love me as always, but I am tired of you. At this time, I fall in love with another man, just like the degree of love I have for you now. I like the appearance of that man, and I also like his unique soul. I think that if I don’t stay with him, I will regret it for the rest of my life, that’s the extent. Then the question is, what will you do at this time? Will you choose to let go for love and generously bless me and the man I love deeply..."

"Shut up!"

Fu Yehan finally couldn't help it and interrupted Ye Qingluo viciously before she finished her last word.