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

Ye Qingluo looked up at him and said, "What do you think is the probability that Chu Tianqing and Fu Jingchen are siblings from the same father and mother?"

"My feelings are useless." Fu Yehan said, "Everything still needs to be based on facts."

When Ye Qingluo returned to the room, Chu Tianqing was still sleeping soundly.

Following Fu Yehan's request, Ye Qingluo inserted his fingers into Chu Tianqing's hair and gently straightened it a few times, picked out a few strands of fine hair with roots, and then carefully wrapped them with a tissue.

When Ye Qingluo returned to Fu Yehan's room and handed him the tissue in his hand, he suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yehan asked.

Ye Qingluo lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then whispered, "If Tianqing is really the daughter of your second brother and Shen Tang, what are you going to do?"

Having not slept all night, Fu Yehan felt a slight gritty sensation when he sang the bass.

"As the head of the Fu family, I have the responsibility to protect every descendant of the Fu family." Fu Yehan said, "Even if they are daughters of the Fu family who are included in other family tree."

At noon the next day, everyone gathered again on Chu Tiankuo's mountain.

Chu Tianqing was like an autistic wooden block, following Ye Qingluo without saying a word.

Ye Qingluo held Chu Tianqing's hand tightly to prevent her from doing anything to hurt herself due to her emotional fluctuations.

After Ling Xihe knew that Fu Jingwei liked Chu Tiankuo, her heart was turned upside down for a moment. It seemed that in just a few days, the person she liked, the person who liked her, and her best friend all had their own homes, and she was the only one who ended up with nothing.

Ling Xihe has always been proud, but no matter how proud she is, she has never doubted that Fu Jingwei is a better person than her.

Whether in terms of family background or personal conditions, Fu Jingwei is a rare existence in the entire capital. She, an actress, cannot be compared with her. No matter how popular she is, she is far inferior to Fu Jingwei's identity and status, which is truly proud and noble.

So she couldn't understand at all why Fu Jingwei fell in love with Chu Tiankuo. How could a man whom even she looked down upon attract such an outstanding Fu Jingwei?

"Thank you for your help." Tu Lan tried to hold on to her strength and said, "I have discussed this with Tian Kuo's father. We are going to call the police and ask them to help find him."

After Tu Lan finished speaking, everyone was silent.

During this day and night, Ling Xihe ran to all the local friends of Chu Tiankuo that she knew. She also called friends from other places, but none of them had shown up.

Although Ling Xihe did not agree to Chu Tiankuo's pursuit over the years, they spent more time together than with other people, so Ling Xihe did have a certain understanding of Chu Tiankuo.

When Tu Lan took out her cell phone and was about to make a call, Ling Xihe interrupted and said, "I don't think it's necessary to call the police. Since Brother Tiankuo didn't go to his friends to stay overnight, it means he really doesn't want to be found. From what I know about Brother Tiankuo, even if we find him now, he won't pay any attention to us. Anyone who encounters such a big thing needs time to digest it quietly, so I think we should not be too anxious about this matter and give him some time."

What Ling Xihe said also makes sense.

Tu Lan glanced at Mr. Chu Erye, and only after Chu Chengli sighed and nodded did Tu Lan slowly put down her phone.

"Old Seventh Fu." At this moment, Ye Qingluo suddenly turned his head and looked at Fu Yehan.

Hearing Ye Qingluo's address, Fu Yehan raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the matter?"

"Let me ask you," Ye Qingluo said, "If you were Brother Tiankuo, where would you hide if you encountered this situation?"

"This assumption is not true." Fu Yehan didn't buy it, and even felt a little disgusted, "I will never be Chu Tiankuo."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Ye Qingluo thought about it and changed the question: "If you encounter something that shocks you and you can't accept it for a while, where will you hide?"

This time, Fu Yehan blinked, as if he was thinking seriously.

After a long silence, Fu Yehan answered with a promise: "No matter what happens, I will never let you lose me."

Everyone was looking forward to his answer, but in the end they were inexplicably shown off: "..."

Even Ye Qingluo blushed: "Forget it, you'd better stop talking, I shouldn't..."

“I have an idea for a place.”

Before Ye Qingluo could finish his words, Fu Jingwei suddenly woke up as if from a dream and looked at Chu Chengli.

Before anyone could ask, Fu Jingwei continued, "Uncle, can you help me find Chu Tiankuo's household registration book in his room?"

"Household registration book?"

Chu Chengli didn't understand why he asked someone for the household registration book, so he repeated it instinctively.

"I know where my brother's household registration book is."

This time, Chu Tianqing reacted faster than anyone else. She entered the password immediately, opened the door to Chu Tiankuo's residence, took out the household registration booklet that he had placed in the bedside table, ran to Fu Jingwei, and handed her brother's household registration booklet to Fu Jingwei without hesitation.

"Thank you."

Fu Jingwei opened it and took a look, then stuffed Chu Tiankuo's household registration booklet into her bag. Regardless of other people's curiosity, she unlocked her car and drove away.

In the hotel's luxurious king-size room, the curtains were drawn tightly.

In broad daylight, a night light was on in the dim room.

Chu Tiankuo was lying on the bed, with several empty lunch boxes piled on the coffee table. He had been living in a daze for the past two days. He just ate when he was full, slept when he was full, and ate after sleeping. When he felt uncomfortable, he would take a shower. After taking a shower, he was too lazy to even put on clothes. He would just wrap himself in a bath towel and go back to bed to continue lying there.

Chu Tiankuo's phone was out of battery and he was too lazy to charge it these two days.

Fortunately, he has the habit of carrying his ID card with him when he goes out.

In addition to this hotel, he was drunk when he came here last time, and under the strong recommendation of the front desk, he directly applied for a membership. Then, in order to save face for himself, he generously topped up one million yuan, so there was still enough balance in the card for him to spend.

At this moment, Chu Tiankuo was lying on the bed. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew he was a little hungry, so he sat up, picked up the landline next to him, called the front desk, and asked them to send over a signature meal and a bottle of the most expensive red wine.

While waiting, Chu Tiankuo went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The only pair of underwear he had was washed when he took a shower last time and it wasn't dry yet.

Because he didn't need to see anyone, Chu Tiankuo was too lazy to blow-dry his hair.

After the delivery robot arrived at the door of the room, he pulled the towel around his waist. The messy ends of his hair were still dripping with water, which fell on his abdominal muscles and flowed into the towel around his waist. He hadn't shaved for two days, and there was a lot of stubble, looking vicissitudes and decadent.

Chu Tiankuo opened the door in this state.