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

"Dad, Qingluo and I are here." Fu Yehan walked to the bedside, leaned over and held the old man's hand.

The old man moved his fingers in Fu Yehan's hand, slowly opened his eyes, and looked slowly between Fu Yehan and Ye Qingluo.

"dad."

Ye Qingluo called softly.

This was the first time she followed Fu Yehan in calling him father.

Fu Yehan was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at her.

Noticing Fu Yehan's gaze, Ye Qingluo took the initiative to put his hand on the back of Fu Yehan's hand and held Grandpa Fu's hand with him.

Mr. Fu seemed a little surprised. He asked the butler to help him remove the oxygen mask. He tried his best to answer and said incoherently, "Okay... okay... you two... be fine."

Fu Yehan listened silently without saying anything.

Mr. Fu took Ye Qingluo and Fu Yehan’s hands, tremblingly interlocked their fingers, and once again instructed: "Ah Han... I... am sorry... to your mother... don’t learn from me... be good to... your wife."

"It's not as easy as you say." Fu Yehan glanced at Ye Qingluo, then at his father. He was obviously upset, but his words didn't soften at all. He said with a cold face, "A person is the sum of social relationships. From childhood to adulthood, you are the one I have the most contact with. If I don't learn from you, who should I learn from? Should I learn from Qingluo's grandfather?"

"Stinky... kid." Old Master Fu put on his oxygen mask, took a deep breath, and waved at Fu Yehan.

"Seventh Master." The housekeeper understood and spoke for the old master, "The master asked you to leave for a while. He wants to say a few words to Madam Seven alone."

Fu Yehan opened his mouth, wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

After a moment, the door of the ward opened and closed.

The housekeeper moved a chair and placed it at the head of the bed in the ward.

After Ye Qingluo sat down, the lawyer who had been standing silently by the side took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed it to her.

"This is the will that Mr. Fu wrote several years ago, and the conditions for inheriting the will." The lawyer said, "Mrs. Qi, please take a look. If you are willing to accept it, please sign this document and put your fingerprint on it."

Ye Qingluo lowered his head and his eyes fell on the documents in his hands.

After reading the old man's will, Ye Qingluo pursed his lips and fell into deep thought.

Part of Mr. Fu’s property had already been distributed in advance, and the rest as inheritance was reserved by him for his own personal use.

However, Mr. Fu’s will was completely different from what was said outside. There was no mention of leaving it to Fu Yehan’s first son. Mr. Fu’s will clearly stated that all his remaining inheritance would be given to the current head of the Fu family, Fu Yehan, and had nothing to do with anyone else.

But there was an additional condition, and because her name and ID number were on it, it was obvious that this condition was added later.

The general meaning of the conditions is: during the period of Fu Yehan's marriage to her, this part of the inheritance will be handed over to her for safekeeping. Any depreciation during this period will not be recovered, and all the appreciation generated during this period will be her personal income.

There are two criteria for determining the expiration date of custody: the day of divorce or the day she gives birth to her first child.

"Mrs. Seventh, is there anything you don't understand?" the lawyer asked.

"No." Ye Qingluo said.

"Then please sign it."

"Okay." Ye Qingluo took the pen handed to him by the lawyer.

Mr. Fu's will was very rigorous in its explanation of each item. To put it bluntly, it meant only one thing: after he passed away, all the inheritance would nominally be given to Fu Yehan. If she, as Fu Yehan's wife, did not divorce Fu Yehan or have children in this life, then all the inheritance would be hers.

The requirements in Mr. Fu’s will seemed a little strange, but Ye Qingluo could understand them.

The implicit meaning of the old man's will is: My final inheritance can only be given to my youngest son and not to anyone else, but as long as my son cares about you for one day, you will be the beneficiary of this wealth.

This is a normal selfish desire of a father, Ye Qingluo can fully understand it, so she is willing to sign it.

Ye Qingluo wrote his name stroke by stroke and pressed his fingerprint on it.

Just as she took a piece of paper and was about to wipe her hands, a sudden discomfort surged into her chest.

Ye Qingluo directly pressed the tissue to his mouth, turned his head and retched.

Her movement was not loud, but the room suddenly fell silent.

Even Mr. Fu, who had difficulty lifting his eyelids, was stunned and motionless.

"I'm sorry." Ye Qingluo explained, "Maybe the ink smells a bit bad."

Mr. Fu didn't listen to her and pointed at the nurse standing beside him.

The housekeeper instantly understood what Mr. Fu meant and ordered, "You have studied Chinese medicine, so take Madam Qi's pulse to see if she is feeling unwell."

Upon hearing this, the nurse walked over to Ye Qingluo, politely helped her adjust the position of her wrist, and then gently placed his fingers on her wrist.

As Mr. Fu's personal caregiver during this period, the other party knew something about the will. He originally thought that the Seventh Madam was very lucky. As long as she accepted the conditions, she would enjoy endless wealth and glory throughout her life.

However, when he felt the pulse of the lady who had just signed to accept the terms, his brows slowly furrowed.

Seeing that the nurse looked unhappy, the housekeeper took her pulse once and again and asked, "What's the situation? Where is Madam Seventh feeling unwell?"

The nurse looked at Ye Qingluo with an indescribable look, hesitating for a long time without saying any useful information.

Ye Qingluo was feeling a little better now. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her. It was just that the smell of the ink was a little strange and she felt uncomfortable.

Seeing the nurse's embarrassment, Ye Qingluo said gently: "It's okay, if you have any questions, just tell me directly."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The nurse apologized twice before speaking, and finally said weakly, "Maybe I'm not good enough, I felt... a pregnancy pulse."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Hearing the word "happy pulse", Mr. Fu's already somewhat scattered spirit and energy instantly gathered again, just like the last sudden burst of light before an oil lamp burns out.

"Go check." Mr. Fu's majestic command could be accurately recognized even through the oxygen mask.

So next, for doubly insurance, under the housekeeper's instructions, Ye Qingluo was taken by the nurse to have his blood drawn and to do a B-ultrasound.

If it were any other symptom, Fu Yehan would never allow his wife to suffer like this, but if it was a suspected pregnancy, Fu Yehan, like his father, also wanted to know the result as soon as possible.

"Mr. Fu, congratulations."

At the door of the B-ultrasound room, the doctor in charge of the examination was smiling happily as he brought Ye Qingluo out.

"Your wife is indeed pregnant, and it's..." The doctor paused for two seconds to keep the other person in suspense, and then continued, "twins."

Ye Qingluo: “…”