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

After get off work, Ye Qingluo did not go home directly, but went to a DIY ceramic handicraft shop.

Sunday is Fu Jingchen’s 22nd birthday, and Ye Qingluo wants to give him a gift.

As a descendant of the Fu family, the last thing Fu Jingchen lacks is money, so Ye Qingluo feels that buying a ready-made gift, even if it is a limited edition, does not seem to be thoughtful enough.

After thinking about it for several days, she decided to make a ceramic water cup for him by herself.

Not worth much, but it's of some significance.

Ye Qingluo went to an Internet celebrity store and after chatting with the boss, he gained a preliminary understanding of the production process.

The boss will personally guide the specific operations, and you can also choose the pattern design from the options they provide. However, Ye Qingluo does not plan to choose the design provided by the store. She wants to design the pattern herself, which will show more sincerity.

Since the later firing process takes a long time, if Ye Qingluo wants to get the finished product on Saturday, he must think of a design plan before getting off work tomorrow.

So when he returned home in the evening, after eating the dinner that Fu Yehan had someone send him, Ye Qingluo bent over the desk in the bedroom and started thinking hard.

"at work?"

Fu Yehan asked this question when he finished taking a shower and was getting ready for bed.

"No." Ye Qingluo answered without even looking up, "I'm designing a pattern."

Fu Yehan glanced at her paper and felt a sudden warmth in her heart when she saw the rough draft that Ye Qingluo had casually sketched out with his pen, which seemed to capture her soul.

I didn't expect his wife to be so talented.

Ingenious.

"What are you going to do?" Fu Yehan asked tentatively, "You want to make a cup for drinking water?"

"Ah." Ye Qingluo stopped writing and looked at him admiringly, "How come you are so amazing? You guessed it right away."

Fu Ye laughed coldly: "Am I mentally retarded? You drew it so clearly, how could I not recognize that it is a water cup?"

"No." Ye Qingluo explained, "What I meant is, how did you guess that I wanted to make a water cup myself instead of designing a pattern for someone else, or that I designed a pattern for someone else to make."

Fu Yehan didn't know what was so difficult about this. He guessed it at the first glance.

There was doubt in Ye Qingluo's clear eyes, and she was still waiting for his answer with anticipation.

Fu Yehan suddenly had an idea. Could it be that the water cup designed by Ye Qingluo was a gift for him?

If that was the case, then his answer just now did seem to lack some interest.

"No, I didn't notice it." Fu Yehan made a poor excuse and said, "I just said it casually. You can continue painting. Don't worry. I'll read a book and wait for you."

After saying that, Fu Yehan casually pulled out a book from Ye Qingluo's bookshelf, leaned against the head of the bed, and began to flip through the book quietly.

"Oh, I guessed it, why are you hiding?"

Ye Qingluo dragged a chair to sit beside the bed, holding the drawn drawings in front of his book.

"That's right. I have a question for you as well." Ye Qingluo asked, "From a male perspective, what do you think of this cartoon pony I drew? Is it a little too cute?"

Looking at the playful jumping pony on Ye Qingluo's paper, Fu Yehan's mouth curled up and then quickly suppressed it.

Quite attentive.

I actually knew that he was born in the year of the horse.

"Just look at it yourself." Fu Yehan took away her draft paper, stretched out his arms, put it back on her desk, and said in a displeased manner, "Hurry up and concentrate on your work, don't disturb me while I'm reading."

"How can you be so stingy that you can't even give me a suggestion?"

Ye Qingluo pursed his lips and muttered something, then sat back down to continue revising some unfinished details.

Fu Yehan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye for a long time before he completely retracted his gaze. However, he stared at the book in his hand for a long time without reading a single word.

I don’t know why Ye Qingluo suddenly thought of giving him a gift, and he designed it himself.

Was it to thank him for helping her talk to Ling Shi?

If this is the reason, he can accept it.

At least she was willing to spend time on him, which was much better than asking for a Rolls-Royce.

Ye Qingluo painted quietly for more than an hour. When he finally finished and prepared to go to bed, Fu Yehan suddenly asked, "Why a cup? What's the meaning?"

Ye Qingluo lay down on the bed, and after he reached out to turn off the light, he replied, "It does have a meaning, but it's quite old-fashioned. If you're curious, I can tell you, but I've got a deal, you're not allowed to laugh at me after I tell you."

"Well, I promise not to laugh at you."

Still seeming a little embarrassed, Ye Qingluo hesitated for a while.

"Forget it, you'd better not tell me." Fu Yehan put his arm around Ye Qingluo's waist, held her close to him, and changed the topic, "I don't have to know now, you can tell me later."

Ye Qingluo was amused by his words and said stubbornly: "If you say so, then I have to tell you now."

Fu Yehan put his chin on Ye Qingluo's hair and responded in a very good-natured manner, "Then you say."

"It's very simple, actually." Ye Qingluo put away his shame and said seriously, "'Cup' is the homophone of 'generation', so there is a saying: one cup, a lifetime. I am actually a very slow person to warm up to, and I don't particularly like socializing, but once I have established feelings with someone, I don't want to face the loss. To put it bluntly, I am a very cowardly person, I can't pick it up, and I can't let it go. Especially after experiencing a very failed love, I became even more cowardly, so I hope that the people I care about can stay with me for the rest of my life, I don't want to lose again."

After hearing Ye Qingluo's words, Fu Yehan's arm around her waist tightened unconsciously, wrapping her completely in his arms.

Seeing that Ye Qingluo did not resist, Fu Yehan became a little bolder. He kissed her hair gently and said coaxingly, "Don't worry, I have already checked it for you in advance. You have only had one hurdle in your life in terms of love. Now it has passed, and you will never lose it again in the future."

In the next few days, Ye Qingluo ate out every night and came back very late.

Fu Yehan originally wanted to drive to pick someone up, but he was afraid of ruining the last bit of mystery, so he held back and sat in the living room every day reading a book while waiting for Ye Qingluo to come back.

I don’t know if it’s because of the anticipation, but this wait for a specific moment to arrive seems particularly difficult to endure.

Friday morning.

When Ye Qingluo was washing up in the bathroom, she suddenly received a phone call. She didn't have her hands free to answer it, so she asked Fu Yehan to turn on the speakerphone for her.

The call was from the ceramic shop, saying that the finished cup was already ready, but the packaging box she designed had not been sent over by the manufacturer and would arrive tomorrow, so she was asked to pick it up tomorrow afternoon.

There was still enough time, so Ye Qingluo made an appointment with the store owner to pick it up tomorrow evening.

It just so happens that their studio is having a dinner party tomorrow night, which is near that store. She can pick it up when she goes to dinner.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Qingluo thought of another thing.

Ling Shi called her last night and asked her to give him the phone that was broken by Chu Lingyan today. If she didn't have time, he asked her to give it directly to Fu Yehan and he would ask someone to pick it up from Fu Yehan.

Ye Qingluo really didn't have the time, so he unceremoniously handed the matter over to Fu Yehan.

Fu Yehan did not ask Ling Shi to find someone to pick it up. Instead, he took a detour during work and delivered the things directly to Ling Shi's office. By the way, he chatted with Ling Shi about Ye Qingluo.

When Fu Yehan arrived at the company, it was almost ten o'clock.

While he was turning on the computer, his assistant Jiang Jiu knocked on the door and came in, reporting on his recent work situation.

"What do I have planned for tomorrow?"

After Jiang Jiu finished his report, Fu Yehan asked.

"Mr. Fu, you don't have any plans tomorrow. There will be a warm-up reception for the 'Return to the Garden and the Countryside' project tomorrow evening. Please be seated at 7pm."

"cancelled."

Fu Yehan thought for less than two seconds before making a decision.