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

As if he was very dissatisfied with the answer, the man's sinister voice sent out a dangerous signal.

"In your opinion, what I gave you is so cheap?"

Ye Qingluo was not afraid of the man's powerful aura at all. He even turned around and playfully drew circles on his chest with his fingers.

"I haven't really thought about this question. How about you give it to me again so I can feel it?"

Although a battle had just ended, Fu Yehan was aroused again by her casual and frivolous teasing.

The strong self-control and rationality disappeared in an instant.

This time, Fu Yehan was no longer as gentle and restrained as before. His movements were simple and rough, as if he wanted to break her bones and press her into his body.

Ye Qingluo felt that he must be in a lot of pain after being subjected to such almost crazy torture.

But she couldn't feel it, she just felt that it was not enough.

Such brutality made her feel real.

Before she knew it, she was in tears.

This was the first time she cried freely since her divorce.

Thinking of the beautiful and heart-pounding times in her youth, and all the times she had spent time with Chu Lingxuan as the center, she could no longer hold back when she was finally treated with a mean, lowly and deliberate term.

The heart-wrenching feeling came late, but it was no less severe, and even became worse.

She sobbed uncontrollably.

It was not until Fu Yehan stopped suddenly that she slowly came out of her emotions.

"Why don't you continue?" Ye Qingluo wiped the tears from his face, his voice hoarse.

"Ye Qingluo." Fu Yehan said in a bad tone, with a force that did not allow for negotiation, "If you don't want it, you can say so. Since you want it, please concentrate."

"So you are asking me to do this?" Ye Qingluo also lost his temper. "Now even you look down on me, right? This is who I am. Every glance you get is my true self. If you can't stand it, you can terminate the contract. I won't force you to stay."

When Fu Yehan heard the word "termination of contract", his face instantly darkened.

They both fell silent at the same time.

The air around seemed to be frozen.

In Fu Yehan's thirty years of life, no one except his father had dared to turn his face away from him like this.

Fu Yehan is used to taking the initiative in all matters, and is also used to making his own requests as a matter of course.

He never expected that this frail, weak, powerless woman in front of him would not take him seriously at all.

Fu Yehan didn't want to argue with Ye Qingluo, so he bent down to pick up the bath towel on the ground, put it on her, and turned to leave the bathroom.

Ye Qingluo regretted what she said as soon as she finished speaking. What she said just now was completely a momentary impulse due to her unstable emotions.

When Fu Yehan came, he brought a set of pajamas with him, and it was obvious that he wanted to spend the night at her place. Maybe she was really angry, so after coming out of the bathroom, Fu Yehan put on his clothes and left.

Only Ye Qingluo was left, slumped in the bathroom, crying his heart out.

The dual effects of physical and psychological catharsis were particularly significant. When Ye Qingluo woke up the next day, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

It seemed as if overnight, she had completely let go of all the past.

Thinking of Fu Yehan's unhappy look when he left yesterday, Ye Qingluo felt a little guilty.

The other party is acting so hard, and it is obvious why.

Not only did she not reward the other party, she also unilaterally asked for a buy-one-get-one-free deal.

Even when Fu Yehan tried to pull her out of her repressed emotions, she still confronted him.

What's even more outrageous is that she also said something heartless and irresponsible like "If he cancels the contract, she won't force him."

Thinking of this, Ye Qingluo picked up his phone and transferred 20 yuan directly to Fu Yehan, along with a note.

Ye Qingluo: Baby, I'm sorry. I was in a bad mood last night. I hope you don't mind. To express my apology, last night counts as ten times. Thank you for taking the initiative to come and accompany me, and for bringing me so much original meat and vegetables. Next time you come, I will cook for you myself - so don't be angry.

In the office of the chairman of Fu Group, Fu Yehan, who received the transfer, almost dropped his phone.

In this woman's eyes, did he do everything for money?

How ridiculous.

As the dignified head of the Fu family, how could he be a person short of money?

However, when he saw what Ye Qingluo posted later, Fu Yehan's mood instantly improved.

Especially the word "baby".

Although such a doting name is extremely inconsistent with his identity.

But he inexplicably liked it more and more the more he looked at it.

And Ye Qingluo said that he would cook for him himself next time.

Just thinking about it made him look forward to it uncontrollably.

"Fu Laoqi, what's wrong with you lately? You seem a little moody, are you in love?"

Chu Tiankuo sat on the sofa, observing Fu Yehan while sipping tea.

Without waiting for Fu Yehan to respond.

Chu Tiankuo laughed again: "Ah, I forgot, you are a ten thousand year old iron tree, you may not bloom once in eight lifetimes, and it is impossible for you to fall in love. What's the matter? Are you in menopause recently?"

"If you came here just to mock me, you can leave now." Fu Yehan raised his hand towards the door and made a gesture to see him off.

"Okay, I won't beat around the bush. I came here for two reasons. That day at the bar, Ling Xi and I made a bet. I said I was drunk and you definitely wouldn't pick me up. Ling Xi insisted that you would, but in the end you were the better one and let me beat her. So this time I came to thank you for giving me the opportunity to date the goddess."

Fu Yehan obviously had no interest and said calmly, "Next one."

Chu Tiankuo put down his teacup and became serious: "The second thing is Jingchen's matter."

Fu Yehan raised his eyelids and glanced at him without any warmth: "You can go back now."

Chu Tiankuo has been shameless for a long time. He was not in a hurry even after being kicked out. He poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it calmly.

"Is there really no room for what Jingchen is thinking?"

"No." Fu Yehan obviously didn't want to talk about this matter, so he opened his laptop and started working.

"You don't have to treat me like this. Don't worry, how could I not have this much?" Chu Tiankuo thought he knew Fu Yehan very well. "I'm not here to plead for Jing Chen. I just want to tell you that the child is quite pitiful. Don't be too harsh on him. Be a little gentler."

"It's not hard to understand why he would have such thoughts. Ye Qingluo is my niece's wife after all. I know her a little bit. This woman is actually not bad. A few years ago, when she was not married and Ye's was not bankrupt, it made sense for her to be paired with Jingchen."

"Not only is Ye's now bankrupt, but she also has the identity of Chu Lingxuan's ex-wife. She is indeed not suitable to be Jingchen's wife. Isn't it a joke to let the younger generation of the Fu family take over the woman that Chu Lingxuan doesn't want?"

"So, don't have a stern face every day. I've explained everything to Jingchen, and he knows he's wrong. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the feelings between men and women. Just give him more time. Forcing yourself to give up someone you've liked for a long time is no different from being heartbroken. You should pay more attention to him."

Chu Tiankuo said a lot of things and then sighed deeply after he finished.

Fu Yehan still had a stern face, his eyes fixed on the screen. It was not until Chu Tiankuo stood up and prepared to leave that he closed the computer and said calmly, "How did it become a joke? What's so funny about it?"

"Ah?" Chu Tiankuo was stunned for a moment.

Fu Yehan repeated his words: "The woman that Chu Lingxuan doesn't want, let the younger generation of the Fu family take over, isn't that a joke? Didn't you just say this? Why did it become a joke? What's the funny part?"

Chu Tiankuo almost shut himself up when he asked: "Isn't it?"

"Do you mean that Ye Qingluo is not worthy of Fu Jingchen?" Fu Yehan's tone was cold, with an ambiguous warning.

Chu Tiankuo was confused by his attitude: "No, brother, what do you mean?"

Fu Yehan tapped the table with his index finger, as if giving him a last chance to speak properly.

Chu Tiankuo sighed helplessly: "Isn't that what you think? When Jingchen came to talk to you about this matter last time, how did you scold him? Have you forgotten it so quickly?"

"I didn't scold him." Fu Yehan corrected.

"Ye Qingluo is not the woman you should be thinking about. If I find out that you bother her again, I will break your legs - is that what you said? This is even more cruel than scolding him. You didn't even see that the child was almost crying in front of me."

"I'm right. Ye Qingluo wasn't the woman he should have thought of. It's not a bad thing to stop him from thinking of her as soon as possible."

"Then you could be more tactful."

"Be more tactful, will he understand?"

"..."