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

Ye Qingluo didn't expect him to be so cautious. He smiled and assured, "Don't worry, no secrets can get out of me."

Fu Jingchen was absolutely confident in Ye Qingluo. The reason why he gave that extra instruction was just a way of self-consolation.

He still has brains.

Not the kind of person who gossips about Uncle Seventh casually.

After comforting himself, Fu Jingchen spoke without hesitation: "You must have heard of the woman my seventh uncle likes. She is the popular traffic queen now. She is very beautiful and is recognized as the national goddess of "the first white moonlight."

"Ah?" Ye Qingluo's eyes widened unconsciously, "Your seventh uncle likes people in the entertainment industry?"

"Yeah." Fu Jingchen nodded muffledly.

He looked a little depressed.

He seemed very dissatisfied with the person his seventh uncle liked.

Ye Qingluo followed Fu Jingchen's suggestion and thought about it - the popular traffic queen, the first white moonlight, the national goddess.

"No way?" After having the answer in his mind, Ye Qingluo was shocked again, "The woman your seventh uncle likes, isn't it Ling Xihe?"

"It's her." Fu Jingchen said with drooping eyelids, "It's the female star who sat with Chu Tianqing's brother when we went to the restaurant for lunch at noon on the day you chose the dress."

"What's that expression on your face?" Ye Qingluo was amused by his appearance. "I was indeed a little surprised just now, but I can understand it after thinking about it carefully. Everyone loves beauty. Ling Xihe is so beautiful. Not to mention men, even I, a woman, sometimes feel moved when I look at her. Isn't it normal for your seventh uncle to like her?"

"I don't think it's abnormal." Fu Jingchen said, "I admit that Ling Xihe is very good-looking, but my seventh uncle is not bad either."

When Fu Jingchen said this, Ye Qingluo understood instantly.

"So, your seventh uncle likes Ling Xihe, but Ling Xihe doesn't like your seventh uncle. She likes... Chu Tiankuo?"

"Yes." Fu Jingchen said dejectedly, "Otherwise there is no other possibility."

Yo huo.

Is it so exciting?

It was the first time that Ye Qingluo was so excited by listening to gossip.

It turns out that emotional problems are not only faced by small people like her.

Even a powerful boss like Fu Jingchen's Seventh Uncle would have emotional troubles.

Fu Jingchen was still worried about his uncle's relationship problems. Ye Qingluo comforted him, saying, "Relationships are so irrational, but I understand your feelings very well. Your uncle must like Ling Xihe very much. This can be seen from the dress your uncle is going to give Ling Xihe. The dress is plain and extraordinary. He must have spent a lot of time thinking about it. The fabric of the dress has no stretch, which means your uncle has the other person's size. Otherwise, the dress made of that kind of fabric must be designed to be adjustable."

"No, the other party probably doesn't know that my seventh uncle is going to give her a gift, so how could she give me my seventh uncle's data?" Fu Jingchen shook his head and said, "I remember my aunt said that my seventh uncle didn't give her the size, he just simply gestured a few times with his hands to show her body shape. My aunt is very good, she understood it after a simple explanation."

"Oh." Ye Qingluo replied casually, "It's not the data given by the other party, but your seventh uncle measured it with his own hands."

"With your hands?" Fu Jingchen didn't understand, "How can you measure with your hands?"

Realizing that he had said too much, Ye Qingluo lowered his head and coughed a few times.

However, although Fu Jingchen has a simple mind, he is in his twenties after all, and he does not know everything.

After hearing what Ye Qingluo said, Fu Jingchen's face became even uglier.

It can be said that his seventh uncle has everything he wants, so how could any woman not like him?

If it is true as Qingluo just said, that his seventh uncle measured it with his hands, then it proves that they have developed to that level.

This also shows that Ling Xihe was not actually opposed to his seventh uncle at the beginning.

Why didn't they reject it at the beginning? After they both did that, Ling Xihe started to reject it. Doesn't that mean...

"Qingluo, what should we do?" After sorting out the cause and effect of the whole incident, Fu Jingchen almost cried, "I think those bad rumors outside are true. My seventh uncle may not be very..."

Before he finished saying the last word "OK", Fu Jingchen's cell phone message tones suddenly rang one after another.

After taking out his cell phone and taking a look at it, Fu Jingchen's face turned pale instantly.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Fu Jingchen suddenly frightened, Ye Qingluo immediately forgot about the explosive gossip just now and asked worriedly, "Who sent the message, what happened?"

Fu Jingchen replied with trembling fingers, and then stuttered: "I...my seventh...seventh uncle."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo was also shocked: "Why would your seventh uncle send you a message so late at night?"

Fu Jingchen calmed down for a long time before saying, "My seventh uncle heard from somewhere that I went to the bar to drink, and he scolded me, saying that I was too idle to think about going to heaven, and asked me... asked me to go to him tomorrow with the homework he assigned to me, and he wanted to... to check my learning results."

"what?"

Ye Qingluo didn't expect that Uncle Seventh Fu Jingchen's desire for control was so perverted.

Fu Jingchen is already a graduate student, and his seventh uncle still cares about his studies?

"Qingluo, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to stay up all night to make up for my lessons tonight."

Fu Jingchen opened the door and was about to leave. As soon as he stepped out, he turned back and whispered, "Qingluo, don't tell anyone about the important secret we discovered tonight. If Uncle Qi knew that we were digging into his privacy behind his back, he would really beat me to death."

"Don't worry." Ye Qingluo said firmly, "Your seventh uncle won't know."

After Fu Jingchen left, Ye Qingluo stood in the living room for a long time before coming back to his senses.

It turns out that God is really fair.

Open a door to success for you that ordinary people cannot reach.

It will also close a wonderful window for you that ordinary people have but you don't.

After silently feeling sorry for Uncle Seventh Fu Jingchen for a second, Ye Qingluo finally remembered the man in the room.

This time, Fu Yehan did not push the door and walk out of the bedroom as soon as Fu Jingchen left like he did last time.

After digging up such a big piece of gossip with Fu Jingchen, Ye Qingluo had no intention of continuing. She composed herself and prepared to go back to the bedroom, turn off the lights and go to sleep.

However, as soon as she opened the bedroom door, she was stunned by the scene before her.

Fu Yehan didn't know what had stimulated him, but he was wearing a suit and tie in the bedroom, as if he was going to attend some important ceremony the next moment.

"Fu Yehan?" Ye Qingluo called him tentatively.

Fu Yehan stood in front of the window with his back to her.

Not sure if it was Ye Qingluo’s illusion, but Fu Yehan’s tall and straight figure seemed to reveal a sense of heaviness and calmness that came from having experienced many things.

This is the aura that can only be produced by a man who has gone through many hardships.

For a moment, Ye Qingluo was actually in a trance, as if this man with the same name and surname as Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle also seemed to have the same unfathomable scheming and strength as Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle.

After quietly approaching, Ye Qingluo discovered that Fu Yehan was actually staring at Fu Jingchen who was jogging outside the window. It was not until Fu Jingchen went to the side of the road and hailed a taxi that Fu Yehan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at her.

"Do you like gossip?" Fu Yehan's voice was as light as the thin ice in early winter. Just a thin layer, but it was enough to bring a chill.