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

Ye Qingluo didn't look at him, but lowered his head slightly and said softly: "You don't need to do this."

"What don't I need?" Fu Yehan's low voice contained a hint of displeasure at being interrupted.

In his thirty-four years of life, he has rejected countless people.

Today was the first time I was rejected.

Ye Qingluo did not answer Fu Yehan's question, but just murmured: "I don't want us to be like this."

Fu Yehan seemed to be irritated by her words and stared at Ye Qingluo. After a long while, he looked away, sat down again, and looked straight ahead.

"Ye Qingluo." Fu Yehan held his breath, his severity mixed with a hint of humility, "Since you despise me so much, why do you still say you love me in front of others?"

Fu Yehan’s words shocked Ye Qingluo.

Almost instantly, Ye Qingluo understood what Fu Yehan meant.

I also understood why he was so angry and behaved abnormally.

Since Fu Yehan and Chu Tiankuo knew each other and seemed to have a good relationship, it was not surprising that Fu Yehan knew what she had said in the hall before.

Ye Qingluo completely ignored the word "disdain" that Fu Yehan said, and thought that Fu Yehan was questioning her for taking advantage of her, so she took the initiative to apologize and said, "I'm sorry, I took advantage of our relationship without your permission."

Fu Yehan didn't say anything, his face was so gloomy as if someone had forced his grand prize to be replaced with a thank you for patronage.

Extremely unhappy.

Ye Qingluo just glanced at his expression, then retracted her gaze guiltily and continued to explain: "My ex-husband mocked me in front of others, saying that as long as I was willing to bow my head, he would be willing to remarry me. I didn't want to remarry him, nor did I want to make unnecessary explanations to him, so he took the initiative to bring up our relationship as a shield."

Fu Yehan still had a stern face and said nothing.

Speaking of this, Ye Qingluo recalled Chu Tiankuo's reaction just now.

Although Chu Tiankuo knew Fu Yehan, judging from Chu Tiankuo's reaction, he didn't know the relationship between her and Fu Yehan.

"Don't worry, I just said I remarried, I didn't say who the other party was." Ye Qingluo promised, "I understand that in your industry, many things need to be kept confidential. I promise you that I will never disclose your identity to the public. If this matter has caused you psychological discomfort, I am willing to make up for it. How much money, you tell me, and I will transfer it to you now."

Fu Yehan glanced away, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Ye Qingluo took out his mobile phone and directly transferred 100,000 yuan to him.

"Is this money enough?" Ye Qingluo did not have the aura of a financial sponsor at all, and even had a bit of a flattering attitude. "If it's not enough, I'll transfer more to you."

While Fu Yehan was looking down at his phone, Ye Qingluo transferred another 100,000 yuan to him.

Fu Ye was so cold that he laughed.

"Ye Qingluo." Fu Yehan sighed weakly and muttered vaguely, "Why do I like you?"

Ye Qingluo was still thinking about whether the compensation he gave him was enough. He didn't hear what he just said and asked subconsciously: "What did you just say? What happened to you?"

Fu Yehan took the money in a fit of anger. He took whatever amount Ye Qingluo transferred to him without any hesitation.

"How much did you spend on renting this car?" Ye Qingluo was extremely considerate. "Since you're here, you can wait for me. When they finish the negotiation, you can send me back and I'll reimburse you for the car rental."

Fu Yehan: "..."

"Oh, right." Thinking of something else, Ye Qingluo turned sideways and said solemnly to Fu Yehan, "What I told you on the phone before, during the cancellation of the cooperation, you can only have me as your financial sponsor, and it will be valid from now on, but I have one more request."

"What request?" Fu Yehan asked following her words.

Ye Qingluo said seriously: "During the cooperation, we only talk about needs, not feelings."

After finishing speaking, Ye Qingluo thought about it and explained this additional requirement: "This requirement is not used to restrict you, but to restrict myself. I know you can definitely do it. After all, you are knowledgeable in this industry and must be immune to things like love. But I am different. I am not afraid of you laughing at me when I say it. I used to be quite well-behaved. I listened to my parents at home, listened to my teachers at school, and listened to…" After getting married, I listened to…

Ye Qingluo skipped over the rest of the conversation and continued, "You are the first completely willful thing I have ever done, so sometimes, I may not be able to control myself and want you to spend more time with me, so I need a clear clause to define this matter. My needs for you are just needs, not feelings. If you think my request is excessive, you can also raise it, but don't think too much about it."

"Why?" After listening to Ye Qingluo quietly, Fu Yehan asked, "Why do you have to define it so clearly with me? Why are you afraid that I will overthink it? Do you think I'm 'too old' to be presentable, or do you think my 'profession' is not presentable and will embarrass you?"

"No." Thinking of what he said before, Ye Qingluo hurriedly shook his head, "I never thought you were old. The other day I called my bestie and said that I disliked the age of Chairman Fu's. Actually I lied. I can accept a ten-year age difference. You know Chu Tiankuo, he is ten years older than his sister. I think ten years old is still the same generation. Even if there are some topics about people of the same age, there will be some disagreements, but I don't think it's a big deal. As long as we can communicate well with each other, there will be no problem."

"Really?" Fu Yehan's mouth curled up slightly, then quickly suppressed it.

"Really." Seeing that his attitude had softened a bit, Ye Qingluo took the opportunity to make amends, "So don't take what I said the other day to heart. I don't dislike Mr. Fu Qi's age. I just dislike him as a person."

Fu Yehan: “!!!”

"As for your profession."

Ye Qingluo thought about it, not afraid of offending him, and told him the truth: "As a purely beneficial relationship between us, it doesn't seem to be shameful. But if it's a relationship between lovers, I might really mind. But it has nothing to do with whether it can be presented on the stage. I just can't accept that my other half... has served all kinds of women."

Fu Yehan's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened and loosened.

He was abused by Ye Qingluo's words, but he really had no temper.

In other words, it’s not that he doesn’t have a temper, it’s just that he doesn’t know whether he should be angry or not.

He had never been so conflicted before. On the one hand, he was secretly happy because Ye Qingluo took the initiative to coax him and said that he didn't mind his age. On the other hand, he was furious because Ye Qingluo believed the rumors he heard from others and had a prejudice against him.

Also, he would be relieved that she was not so stupid as to know how to have requirements for her partner. At the same time, he would be extremely dissatisfied with her poor vision and even want to teach her a lesson.

Which cell in his body looks like a man who has "served all kinds of women"?

He was so entangled in this matter that even Fu Yehan, who always acted decisively, was confused.

He really wanted to tell Ye Qingluo his identity right now, and tell her that he had never been a man who did that kind of "service" work.

But he didn't dare.

She was afraid that once Ye Qingluo knew his identity and she was not mentally prepared enough, she would never be willing to sleep with him on her own initiative again.

Even with her soft and proud personality, she would most likely not want to see him again.

Fu Yehan thought about it and still felt that he didn't dare to gamble.

Just a second.

Fortunately, he still has time.

He wanted to make this stupid woman with a very poor vision fall in love with him unwaveringly before the hundredth time was over!