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

After Fu Yehan finished his warning, Chu Tiankuo suddenly laughed twice.

"Fu Qi, it seems that you are really naive when it comes to feelings."

Chu Tiankuo mocked unceremoniously, "Ye Qingluo really doesn't need any labels. She doesn't even need the label of the daughter of the Ye family, because she is a very outstanding girl, beautiful, sensible, and smart. If you say that you fell in love with Ye Qingluo at first sight, I can really believe it. But there are a few women who love you because they fall in love with you at first sight. They all love your status and worth. Of course, I'm not saying this to think that it's wrong for women to love material things. I'm just reminding you that based on my understanding of your wife, her behavior of choosing you is very abnormal. At least I can't understand what she's thinking. But based on my thirty years of experience of eating dog food, I can be sure of one thing, she may not really love you as much as you think."

"So, you think she chose me because she loves my money?" Fu Yehan asked back.

"Intellectually, I am more inclined to believe that Ye Qingluo is not such a girl." Chu Tiankuo said bluntly, "But I can't think of any other possibilities. She can't love you for being authoritarian, overbearing, sexually cold, having a bad temper, and an old man."

Fu Yehan: "..."

Although Chu Tiankuo's words were unpleasant to hear, they were indeed the truth.

Originally, Fu Yehan had been feeling very aggrieved because he couldn't face Ye Qingluo with his true identity.

After hearing what Chu Tiankuo said, he suddenly understood.

As the chairman of Fu Corporation, it is really difficult for him to ask for a pure relationship without any impurities.

Since Ye Qingluo had mistaken his identity, he might as well go with the flow and continue to "play" with her seriously.

"Ye Qingluo doesn't know my identity." Fu Yehan warned, "Don't show off in front of her."

“Fu Laoqi, can you make it up any more falsely?” Chu Tiankuo laughed. “She even called you by your full name that day. How could she not know your identity?”

"There are many people with the same name in this world, and the three characters 'Fu Yehan' have not been patented. If I can call it that, others can call it that too."

Fu Yehan spoke seriously, without any intention of joking.

Chu Tiankuo understood it instantly.

No wonder Ye Qingluo was so strong in front of Fu Yehan. It turned out that he really didn’t know Fu Yehan’s identity.

I remembered the “signboard” that Ye Qingluo had noted for Fu Yehan.

Chu Tiankuo felt a tingling sensation on his forehead.

"Fuck, I didn't realize that, Fu Qi." Chu Tiankuo admired from the bottom of his heart, "You are an old bachelor who hasn't had sex for more than 30 years, but once you fall in love with a woman, you are quite good at playing. So, what is your identity and occupation in front of Ye Qingluo? How did you package your identity of a 34-year-old man into a 'signature baby'? Teach me, I want to learn too."

Fu Yehan: "..."

Fu Yehan spent the night on the sofa in the office. He didn't get enough rest and had a headache.

After finally getting rid of Chu Tiankuo, Fu Jingchen came again.

"Uncle Qi, I'm ready. Please test me." Fu Jingchen was carrying a mountaineering bag filled with a pile of books.

Fu Yehan was sitting at his desk, propping up his head with his eyes closed, resting.

Seeing that his seventh uncle didn't say anything, Fu Jingchen didn't dare to call anyone else. After hesitating for a while, he started talking about what he had learned during this period.

Fu Yehan dozed off for half an hour, and the headache finally eased a little.

Fu Jingchen is still talking non-stop.

"Where did you go last night?"

Fu Yehan suddenly spoke, interrupting Fu Jingchen.

Fu Jingchen stopped reporting and stumbled back, "I went to the bar last night."

He went to the bar to drink last night because a classmate had a birthday.

Fu Jingchen was about to explain when he heard Uncle Qi ask, "Where did you go next?"

Hearing this, Fu Jingchen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He didn't dare to lie in front of his uncle. Even though he was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, he still answered truthfully: "Then... I went to find Ye Qingluo."

"What time did you go?"

"A little after eleven at night."

"Why are you looking for Ye Qingluo in the middle of the night?"

Fu Yehan's voice suddenly became heavier.

Fu Jingchen was so frightened that his heart and liver trembled. He lowered his head and bit his lips hard.

Fu Jingchen would never tell anyone about what happened last night when he and Ye Qingluo dug up Uncle Qi's privacy.

He couldn't tell anyone about Ye Qingluo hiring a lawyer.

He couldn't betray her.

Originally, the matter of the dress was not that serious, but if Uncle Seven knew that he gave the dress he didn't want to Ye Qingluo with good intentions, and Ye Qingluo didn't know what was good for him and secretly hired a lawyer behind his back, ready to sue him at any time, it would be bad.

Fu Jingchen thought about it, and finally made up his mind and answered: "I went to find her because I still can't let her go. I like her so much that I'm going crazy. I want to marry her and hide her home. I don't want anyone to hurt her again. I..."

"Fu Jingchen." Fu Yehan interrupted sharply, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know."

Fu Jingchen said this not entirely to avoid the question asked by his seventh uncle just now. He had been suppressing some things in his heart for a long time.

He really wanted to be obedient and didn't want to make his Seventh Uncle angry at all.

But for everything else, he would listen to his Uncle Seventh.

There was nothing he could do about matters of the heart.

He had tried very hard to let go, and even told Ye Qingluo clearly that he wanted to give up on her.

But last night, when Qingluo suddenly stopped talking on the phone, and didn't respond to anything he said, and didn't answer his calls, he almost went crazy.

Without even having the time to say hello to his friends, he ran towards Ye Qingluo's house.

He was nervous all the way, with only one thought in his mind: as long as Qingluo was fine, he would do anything.

The more Fu Jingchen thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and tears started to fall.

"Uncle Seven." Fu Jingchen finally mustered up the courage to speak for the girl he liked, "I know you really, really dislike Ye Qingluo, but can you be a little fair in this matter? Don't be so prejudiced against her just because her family fell into poverty and she met the wrong person. She is really a very good girl, better than any other girl I have ever met."

"Fu Jingchen." Fu Yehan suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Have I ever taught you to be careful with your words and actions, and not to say anything without factual basis? What? I just can't teach you, right?"

"No." Fu Jingchen's eyes turned red and he retorted, "I'm telling the truth."

"What a bullshit truth." Fu Yehan suddenly yelled, "Who told you that I really, really dislike Ye Qingluo?"

Hearing this, Fu Jingchen's eyes widened instantly and he looked at his seventh uncle in disbelief.

"So you don't really dislike her?" Fu Jingchen blinked again and again with tears in his eyes, surprised and happy.

"Never." Fu Yehan gave a clear answer.

"Then why don't you let me marry her?" Fu Jingchen asked again puzzledly.

That’s a really good question.

Fu Yehan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the vast sky.

Whether it is one day earlier or one day later, this problem cannot be avoided.

Then it’s better to face it one day earlier.

After a long silence, Fu Yehan took a deep breath and slowly said, "Because if you want to marry her, you need to wait in line. You won't be in line until my life ends."