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

After Fu Jingchen left, Fu Yehan simply washed up and went to the bedroom.

At this time, a dim light was already appearing in the sky. After staying up all night, the sky finally calmed down. However, Fu Yehan tossed and turned and could not fall asleep.

He confidently thought that Ye Qingluo finally had a good impression of him, but he didn't expect that he was wrong.

He did pick up the gift box from the trash can after everyone had left. He didn't know what had bewitched him. It might be because he had witnessed the time Ye Qingluo had spent on this gift. Even though it was not given to him, he felt reluctant to let it be wasted like this.

After Ye Qingluo left, he walked alone to three intersections. Maybe he was really tired, so he took a taxi back to his residence.

Fu Yehan didn't know how to comfort her, so he didn't dare show up. He just followed her from a distance in his car.

He thought that after Ye Qingluo returned home and found that he was not at home, he would take the initiative to call him, but he thought he was wrong.

He stood quietly at the door for an hour, and Ye Qingluo did not send him a message.

It was also at that moment that he suddenly realized that perhaps Ling Shi’s words were right. He could not use his own experience and speed of progress in this relationship to measure Ye Qingluo.

For him, from the moment they got their marriage certificate, he had already regarded the other person as a part of his future.

But with Ye Qingluo, let alone entering her heart, he may not even have come close to the edge of her heart.

That's why she chose to call him and say "I like you" when she was playing games with her colleagues.

He is probably the only person to whom she has no burden or worries, and she is not afraid of him thinking too much even if she says "I like you".

He was so obvious and proactive, but she never associated it with a romantic relationship.

In other words, she never expected his liking or his love.

So she didn't care, didn't care about her image in front of him, didn't care about his background, and didn't even care whether he would come home or not.

Fu Yehan was very sure that even if he disappeared for a week without saying goodbye, she would not ask about anything related to him.

Fu Yehan rested at home during the day. As he expected, Ye Qingluo did not send him any message.

In the evening, Fu Jingchen asked him to have dinner together, wanting him to help make an appointment with Ye Qingluo. Later, he thought that with his current status, it seemed that he was not suitable for such a favor, so Fu Jingchen gave up the idea and decided to put the matter aside for the time being. When the storm calmed down completely, he would find an opportunity to apologize to Ye Qingluo.

After dinner, Fu Yehan drove directly to Ye Qingluo's apartment.

Along the way, he imagined many scenes of Ye Qingluo being depressed and low-spirited, and also thought of many words of comfort.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the rich aroma of food in the house.

"You came at the perfect time. All the dishes I cooked today are my specialties. Go wash your hands and then come over to taste them. How do you like them?"

Ye Qingluo was wearing a floral apron around her waist. It was a very ordinary style, but in Fu Yehan's eyes it had a unique charm.

For a moment, Fu Yehan actually had an illusion, as if he was dreaming. In the dream, they became a real couple, with name, reality and love.

Ye Qingluo would wait for him to come home from get off work with great anticipation, would carefully prepare dinner for him, and would eagerly await his comments.

After staring at the busy figures in the kitchen for a long time, Fu Yehan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and a warm smile spread across his face that he didn't even notice.

After that, he obediently washed his hands, took off his coat and walked into the kitchen.

The apartment that Ye Qingluo rented was very small, only about fifty square meters, but Fu Yehan liked to come here very much. He even felt that his own house of five hundred square meters was not as comfortable as Ye Qingluo's.

Ye Qingluo was still busy in the kitchen. Fu Yehan glanced at the dining table and walked straight into the kitchen without stopping.

Ye Qingluo cooked six dishes, and in the end only the soup was still simmering on low heat.

The small space was only wide enough for one person, but Fu Yehan still squeezed himself in, hugging the woman's back as she put seasoning into the soup.

"Why are you so interested all of a sudden? What do you want to do by cooking so many dishes? Hmm?"

Fu Yehan's voice was very soft and a little hoarse.

The breath sprayed on Ye Qingluo's neck, causing her to shrink subconsciously.

However, Ye Qingluo did not resist his closeness, and could even be said to be very indulgent.

Picking up a piece of unused luncheon meat from the preparation plate next to the chopping board, Ye Qingluo teased him a few times before feeding it into his mouth.

"I want to do some 'hard labor' with you tonight." Ye Qingluo placed his slender fingers on his chin and gently stroked it a few times, his eyebrows and eyes smiling, "So I have to feed you well."

Fu Yehan was very glad that he had only eaten until he was 70% full outside just now. He had digested part of it when he came here, so his appetite was still good at the moment.

Ye Qingluo made a lot of dishes, but the portion of each was very small. She ate about a quarter of it herself, and Fu Yehan cleaned up the rest.

After dinner, Fu Yehan was about to help clean up, but was "driven" aside by Ye Qingluo.

"No need for you." Ye Qingluo said jokingly while busying himself, "I don't have many plates and bowls in total. If you give me two more, I will have to spend time to buy them. Go find me a comedy and watch a movie to digest the food first."

Fu Yehan thought Ye Qingluo chose a comedy to hide her mood, but he secretly observed her for more than an hour and couldn't find any flaws.

Ye Qingluo seemed to be in a really good mood. He took out the wine that he hadn't finished during dinner and drank directly from the bottle. While drinking, he watched the movie and laughed from beginning to end.

"I'm going to take a shower first, you get in line."

After the movie was over, Ye Qingluo went straight to the bathroom with his pajamas to change into.

"Fu Yehan, help me!"

After more than ten minutes, Ye Qingluo suddenly called him outside.

"My towel is on the balcony, please help me get it."

Fu Yehan was still sitting on the sofa, thinking about things absentmindedly.

Hearing Ye Qingluo's words, he tilted his head and saw the bath towel drying on the balcony at a glance.

Coming to the outside of the bathroom with a bath towel, Fu Yehan was about to open the door when he suddenly paused. After a brief hesitation, he grasped the door handle, opened a small gap, and reached his hand in.

Soon his hands were empty and the towel was taken away.

However, before he could withdraw his hand, the next second, Ye Qingluo suddenly held his hand, pressed his thumb on the palm of his hand, drew circles and kneaded it gently for a few times, then gradually increased the strength and pulled him into the bathroom.