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

Ling Xi and Qing couldn't help but become enthusiastic and greeted each other from a distance.

Fu Yehan was thinking about what he needed to buy next and didn't notice anyone at all until Ling Xihe ran a few steps and stood in front of him. Only then did Fu Yehan come out of his thoughts.

"Brother Han." Ling Xihe called him again, "Are you here to eat?"

"Yeah." Fu Yehan responded, glanced at Ling Xihe, then tilted his head to look at Chu Tiankuo, and said lightly, "You guys play, I have something else to do."

Ling Xihe stood there motionless, with no intention of leaving.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Have you been drinking? Can you drive? Do you need me to take you?"

Ling Xi asked question after question.

Fu Yehan had already taken a step forward, but suddenly stopped when he thought of something.

Noticing Fu Yehan's sudden gaze, Ling Xihe felt flattered for a moment.

Under the street light, the man's eyebrows were coated with a layer of golden light, making him look noble and dazzling.

After only looking at each other for a second, she blushed.

"Brother Han." Ling Xihe bit her lip subconsciously, shyly dodging his gaze for a few times, and without paying any attention to Chu Tiankuo who came with her, she decided directly, "If you need anything, don't be afraid of trouble, just tell me directly. Anyway, I don't have anything important to do right now, so I can accompany you."

Fu Yehan thought calmly for a few seconds, then glanced down at Ling Xi and the bag in her hand, and asked very bluntly: "Do you have sanitary napkins in your bag?"

"What?" Ling Xihe's eyes widened suddenly, and her false eyelashes almost flew off.

After several seconds, she still looked confused. She looked at Fu Yehan and stuttered, "What did you just ask? Sanitary napkins???"

"It's okay, go ahead and get busy." Fu Yehan suddenly changed his mind and said to himself, "She may need something else, I'll buy it myself."

After Fu Yehan finished speaking, he took big strides and walked quickly towards the supermarket.

"she?"

Ling Xihe muttered to himself.

After I realized what was happening, my passionate heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Ling Xihe has liked Fu Yehan for more than ten years.

I've liked it since I was in high school.

Fu Yehan is the uncle of her best friend in high school and the person her best friend admires the most.

When they were in high school, Fu Yehan had not yet graduated from college. However, at that time, Fu Yehan had already taken over the Fu Group from his father. You can imagine how powerful this man is.

In the beginning, Ling Xi got to know Fu Yehan from the description of her best friend who admired him.

It wasn't until Fu Yehan came to attend a parent-teacher meeting for her best friend Fu Jingwei that Ling Xihe saw the real person.

He was a man completely different from what she had imagined.

She couldn't imagine that there really was a man in this world who was so perfect that not even a hair could be faulted.

A girl's heart, which had never been restless for anyone, blossomed almost instantly, and the surging and passionate love was out of control.

Later, in order to be worthy of the man she deeply yearned for, she worked hard, endured countless hours of lonely training, and finally stood on the most dazzling stage, becoming the only person of the opposite sex who could talk to Fu Yehan besides his family and work partners.

When Fu Yehan was standing on the side of the road, waiting for the traffic light, Ling Xihe chased after him regardless of anything.

"Brother Han, is Weiwei here with you? I'll buy the things you want to buy for you. If you need anything else, I'll buy it for you as well."

Apart from her best friend Fu Jingwei, Ling Xihe really couldn't think of anyone else who could make Fu Yehan run errands personally, and buy things that a woman needs.

"No, thank you."

Fu Yehan did not answer Ling Xihe's question, but only gave her a concise reply.

Ling Xihe smiled and said considerately, "It's okay. I really don't have anything important to do here. Besides, the thing you mentioned is a very private item for women. It's not appropriate for a grown man like you to buy it."

"There's nothing inappropriate about it." Fu Yehan was not moved at all. "What I should do is appropriate."

As soon as Fu Yehan finished speaking, the green light came on.

Without waiting for Ling Xihe to respond, he trotted all the way to the supermarket.

Ye Qingluo was squatting in the toilet, holding his cell phone.

Although she didn't know who Fu Yehan met along the way, with a woman's intuition, she could tell that the other party was definitely interested in Fu Yehan.

The background noise in the receiver gradually became noisy. After Ye Qingluo confirmed that Fu Yehan had separated from the other party, he whispered on the phone: "Fu Yehan, that girl just now should like you very much, right? Did I affect your romantic opportunities?"

Fu Yehan ignored her and asked, "There are daytime and nighttime ones. Which one do you want?"

Ye Qingluo felt a little embarrassed by his sudden question. He coughed and said vaguely, "It's for night use."

"Ah."

"Fu Yehan." Thinking of their conversation just now, Ye Qingluo taught him earnestly, "Why don't you know how to adapt at all? If you say it so directly, people will definitely misunderstand that you have a partner. Then the word will spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Everyone will know that you bought that thing for a girl, and no fans will chase you. Maybe even 'Weiwei' will dislike you. Really, I say, you should think of a reason and explain it to others later, don't be so silly and say anything..."

"What brand do you usually use?"

Before Ye Qingluo finished speaking, Fu Yehan asked again.

"Just pick any one." Ye Qingluo answered casually, "I have some in stock at home, just in case."

"Ah."

"Fu Yehan, did you hear what I just said? Don't take it lightly. You are not a child anymore. After paying off your debts, you should also consider your life..."

"Do you need some underwear? There are some for sale next door. I'll buy you a pair."

"Okay, just pick any one you want." Ye Qingluo responded and continued, "Fu Yehan, listen to me, you can't just give up. Although it will be difficult for you to find a partner in the future with such a dark history, I think, from another perspective, your experience in that area is also an advantage. You must have confidence in yourself and believe that you are still worth it..."

"What about outer pants? Do you need them? I see women's sweatpants are sold outside the cashier counter, so I'll just get you one. Oh, and there are tissues. Do you need more tissues? I'll get you a pack as well. Wet wipes, do you need wet wipes? I bought some while I was there, you can see what you need. There are also... I see what this is, it's called a uterine warming patch, do you need it? There are also brown sugar ginger tea, motherwort tea, and saffron tea, which one do you want? Forget it, don't worry about it, I'll just get you one box. These are the only series I've seen so far, do you have any other needs? If not, I'll go check out now."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Fu Yehan's questions came one after another, very densely.

In all the time that Ye Qingluo had known Fu Yehan, he had never heard him speak so many words in one breath.

It seems that what she just said hit the nail on the head, so he chose to escape in this way.

After realizing this, Ye Qingluo stopped nagging. Her current status really did not make it suitable for her to worry about such things for him.

Since she had no way to undo the damage done to Fu Yehan's image in front of his fans, she could only make up for it with money.

So she silently made a note of it in her heart.

When she has money in the future, she will give Fu Yehan a big red envelope.

Fu Yehan must have run back, because less than five minutes after he paid the bill, Ye Qingluo received a black plastic bag from the cleaning lady.

Ye Qingluo took a tissue, put it on the shelf next to him, put his phone on it, and then started to tidy himself up.

When she was almost done cleaning up and was about to get up to change her pants, her legs went weak and she bumped her head against the door.

Ye Qingluo felt pain and instinctively cried out "Ah".

"Ye Qingluo."

Hearing her shout, Fu Yehan's anxious voice immediately came from the receiver.

"What's wrong with you? What happened? Do you need me to find someone to help you?"