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

After dinner, Fu Yehan sat on the sofa in the living room, with no intention of leaving.

After Tu Lan had the table cleared, she poured herself a glass of red wine, took a fruit plate, went to the living room, and sat opposite Fu Yehan.

"It looks like you are about to succeed. Your mood is different." Tu Lan said jokingly, "In the past, you would leave after eating and I couldn't keep you. Today, you are in the mood to chat with me. It's really rare."

Fu Yehan ignored his aunt's teasing and stated the purpose of his visit directly: "Since you have already drunk my wine, you have to return my gift."

"Cough cough."

Tu Lan coughed a few times and cursed angrily: "I knew you weren't so kind as to come all the way to see me with gifts."

After cursing, Tu Lan looked at his wine glass again and said stubbornly: "If I just want to accept the gift and don't want to return the gift, what can you do to me?"

"Don't get too excited. It's not a difficult thing."

Fu Yehan ignored Tu Lan's protest and demanded, "I didn't think it through last time. The gift I gave her caused her a lot of trouble. This time, please make me another skirt. No logos or other decorations. Use the same size as last time. Make a white skirt with good materials. As for the style, you have seen her, so you can decide based on her temperament. I only have one request, that she should look a little more fairy-like. I think she is suitable for such a simple and elegant style."

There is still a lot to do.

Tu Lan rolled her eyes at him.

Seeing that his nephew, who was as efficient and ruthless as a robot, had finally shown some normal human emotions after living for more than 30 years, Tu Lan joked about his "dissatisfaction", but he was actually very happy for him in his heart.

"Tell me, what is the difference between Ye Qingluo and other girls? Why is it her?"

Facing his aunt's curiosity, Fu Yehan said as a matter of course: "Yes, that's it, there's no need to ask so many whys."

"Do you believe what you said?" Tu Lan retorted, "You've been single for more than 30 years, and you fell deeply in love almost overnight. How could there be no reason at all?"

Fu Yehan chuckled with an ambiguous tone, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then asked, "Then tell me first what is so good about Chu Tiankuo's father? Is it worth you waiting for more than 30 years?"

As soon as Fu Yehan finished speaking, Tu Lan's face darkened instantly: "Hey, kid, I'm talking to you, why are you talking nonsense to me?"

At this point in the conversation, both of them fell silent.

Fu Yehan took out a fashion magazine from the storage compartment under the coffee table and flipped through it.

Tu Lan finished the wine in the glass in a few gulps and filled another one for herself. This time she didn't drink so fast, but sipped it one sip at a time.

Tu Lan didn't speak again until the whole bottle of red wine was poured out and only half a glass was left.

"By the way, what's going on with Fu Jingchen recently? Have you educated him again?"

Tu Lan didn't want to talk about her own affairs, so she took the initiative to change the subject.

Fu Yehan's eyes were still buried in the book, and he asked casually: "Why? Did he come to you to cry again?"

"That's not the case." Tu Lan recalled, "I just feel like this kid seems to have grown up overnight. When Jing Chen came to give me something a while ago, I chatted with him for a while. This kid seems to have matured a lot. At least he has his own opinions when he speaks and does things. He is not as heartless as before, and he would only smile and please others."

After listening to Tu Lan's description, Fu Yehan's moving gaze suddenly stopped.

His expression was filled with an unfathomable seriousness.

Tu Lan thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Does Jing Chen know that you secretly married the girl he had been secretly in love with for so many years?"

After a brief recollection, Fu Yehan turned a page of the book and his gaze moved again.

At the same time, he replied calmly: "He knows."

"So he didn't say anything after he knew it?" Tu Lan asked worriedly again.

Fu Yehan blinked and said with an unclear emotion: "After I showed him the marriage certificate, he ran away in anger. Until now, I haven't contacted him, and he hasn't taken the initiative to contact me. It's been like this all the time."

Tu Lan: “…”

Tu Lan was not surprised at all to hear Fu Yehan say this.

She sighed deeply and spoke for Fu Jingchen, "It's right that Jingchen doesn't want to pay attention to you. You really can't blame him for this. You don't allow people to talk to this girl you have liked for so long, but you secretly married her home. If I were Jingchen, I wouldn't pay attention to you either."

Fu Yehan: "..."

If one really wants to talk about this matter, Fu Yehan also has something to say.

On the day Ye Qingluo got divorced, Fu Jingchen ran to his house and waited for him all night, but he was not aware of it.

Fu Jingchen didn't call him in advance.

Maybe he also wanted to tell him in person that he liked Ye Qingluo, so he didn't go home that night, and Fu Jingchen went to the company again.

However, it was too late by then. He had no intention of dealing with Fu Jingchen at all. He was only thinking about how to be responsible for his uncontrollable desires.

Apart from getting a marriage certificate, he couldn't think of a better way, although at that time, he had not yet reached the point where he had to have Ye Qingluo.

Then Fu Jingchen told him that he wanted to marry Ye Qingluo.

He also admitted that the wording of his warning to Fu Jingchen was indeed too harsh, so much so that Fu Jingchen was frightened and cried on the spot.

But he didn't think he did anything wrong.

On the contrary, if he had been gentler at the beginning and made Fu Jingchen feel that this matter was not completely hopeless, that would have been truly irresponsible.

Fu Yehan did not refute Tu Lan's words.

Because what he did in this matter was not completely unreasonable.

If he had told Fu Jingchen about him and Ye Qingluo at the beginning, perhaps the boy's suffering would have been a little shorter.

"Since you like to worry about the emotional affairs of the younger generation, I just happen to have something to entrust to you."

Coming out of his memories, Fu Yehan closed the book in his hand and looked at Tu Lan expressionlessly.

"What's the matter?" Tu Lan asked.

Fu Yehan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice: "Jing Wei's matter."

"Jing Wei?" Tu Lan was visibly stunned. "That girl has the looks, the abilities, and the background. There's no need for you and me to worry about her."

Tu Lan was very familiar with the girl Fu Jingwei.

Among all the people in the Fu family, her favorite thing was to make clothes for Jingwei.

That girl is not only capable, but also impeccable in terms of image and temperament.

Tu Lan was also a person who had seen the world, but it was no exaggeration to say that she had not seen many girls as outstanding and likable as Fu Jingwei, and she could count them on one hand.

Fu Yehan did not respond to Tu Lan's words. His indifferent expression made him look like he was thinking about something.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Tu Lan couldn't help but ask again, "You don't want me to help you get married?"

"It hasn't come to that yet." Fu Yehan gave a faint smile and said slowly, "It's just... I've taken a fancy to someone recently and I want you to help me make some connections."