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

After clicking several times in a row, Fu Yehan finally turned off the screen, put the phone back into his pocket, stood up, walked to her side, and took the envelope from her hand.

“My decision was simple.”

Fu Yehan looked into her eyes and said solemnly: "I respect your wishes."

Hearing his answer, Ye Qingluo was obviously stunned for a moment, frowned, and looked at Fu Yehan, not knowing what he meant.

"So, do you need me to answer more directly?"

Fu Yehan spoke in a relaxed manner, but he was serious.

The emotion beneath his dull expression was unclear, and it seemed that no matter how one interpreted it, it would not be accurate enough.

"Yes." Ye Qingluo said.

Fu Yehan smiled slightly: "You don't even know your own wishes? So you need me to make this decision for you?"

Ye Qingluo suddenly got nervous when Fu Yehan asked him a question with a hint of meaning.

She did have a lot of conflicts in her heart.

Ever since Fu Yehan confessed his love to her, she had repeatedly asked herself how she felt about him, and the answer she got was a very contradictory one - she couldn't bear to give up, but she couldn't afford the risk.

Although this answer was very twisted, she was very surprised after thinking it through.

In the past, she always firmly believed that after the divorce, she would never fall in love with anyone again. Even if she had other fate in this life, it would be after she had completely changed her mindset in ten or twenty years.

She never dreamed that just over a month after her divorce, she would develop an inseparable attachment to a man she met by chance.

It’s a pity that she can’t afford the gamble. It’s not that she can’t afford to gamble on herself, but that she can’t afford to gamble on Fu Yehan’s love.

She didn't think Fu Yehan would deceive her, but there were too many interests involved between them. It was estimated that Fu Yehan himself might not be able to recognize whether his so-called "like" was for her as a person, her money, or something else.

"Of course I know my own wishes very well." Ye Qingluo raised his eyes and looked at him, "But why do you think that what you think is my wish is my truest wish?"

Fu Yehan stared at her intently for a while, then looked away, nodded, and affirmed: "What you said does make sense."

Ye Qingluo took the opportunity to look away and stopped looking at him.

After a brief thought, she came straight to the point and told him the choice she had made: "After the termination of the contract, I will pay you every penny of the money promised in the envelope. After you get the money, we don't have to contact each other anymore. Our relationship wasn't an aboveboard one to begin with, so I hope we can part ways amicably. From now on, you go your way and I go mine, and we won't bother each other."

After that, Ye Qingluo paused for a while and continued, "But if you still insist on liking me and don't want to get a divorce, that's fine. From the moment I agree, we will be equal partners. I won't give you any more money as a financial sponsor, and you may even have to pay for it yourself, because the management of a relationship cannot rely solely on me spending money, especially since you're the one pursuing me. It doesn't make sense for me to pay for all the expenses."

The word Ye Qingluo used for his last option was "divorce" instead of "termination of contract".

The meaning is obvious. If he chooses the latter, then from then on, the relationship between them is no longer a contractual relationship, but a marriage.

"Yes." Fu Yehan nodded. "I'm not sure whether I can read your wishes correctly, but the two choices implied in your envelope are consistent with my understanding."

Ye Qingluo was in no mood to keep him in suspense, so he urged him again, "I'm in a hurry to get to work. Since your understanding is correct and you've been thinking about it all night, you can now directly tell me your choice."

Fu Yehan took his coat off the hanger, put the envelope in his pocket, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a natural and satisfied smile: "Thank you for giving me the right to choose. Since you take care of my face so much, I can't be too ignorant - I'll take the money, let's go, I'll take you to work."

Fu Yehan put his coat over his arm and walked towards the door, but Ye Qingluo stood there motionless.

She was not surprised by Fu Yehan's choice.

In other words, when she decided to make the pros and cons of the two options so disparate, she had already predicted that this would be the result.

Fu Yehan might really have some feelings for her, but this feeling was not enough to resist any material temptations.

Therefore, Ye Qingluo can fully understand Fu Yehan’s decision. This is the most real thought of a normal person, and this is also the reason why she has a good impression of Fu Yehan.

Not everyone can openly admit to the other person that they have deceived someone, and face up to their material desires that go beyond romantic love in front of the person they "like".

But this is where the contradictions in people’s emotions lie.

She likes Fu Yehan's authenticity and openness, but at the same time she cannot escape the loss and regret that this authenticity and openness brings her.

Ye Qingluo sighed deeply in his heart, but he still couldn't sigh away the empty feeling in his heart.

Fu Yehan had been standing at the door waiting for her. Ye Qingluo tried hard to block out her emotions, took out her cell phone and called Xie Ran to ask for a day off.

"You don't have to send me to work. Bring your ID and we'll go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, he began to check the documents he needed. After he had collected them all, he put on his bag and went out first.

After the elevator came up, Fu Yehan closed the door and followed.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Fu Yehan moved closer to her in the elevator. "Is it too late for me to regret now?"

Ye Qingluo chuckled and said sarcastically, "If I said it was too late, would you be very happy? Now you have another step to get the money in a logical way."

"Are you unhappy?" Fu Yehan said slowly, "You gave me two choices that are so different, aren't you trying to reject me? Now that I've fulfilled your wish, shouldn't you be very happy?"

"Don't be so ungrateful when you get the advantage here."

Ye Qingluo took a step to the side, keeping some distance from him.

"I'm just unhappy, so what? Is it hard to understand? I worked so hard to fatten up the pig, and now I'm giving it away to others for free before I can even eat a few bites of the meat. Can't I just feel aggrieved for a bit?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

Fu Yehan was so shocked by Ye Qingluo's analogy that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When they reached the first floor, Ye Qingluo was the first to get out of the elevator. Fu Yehan took a few quick steps and reached out to stop her.

"If you're so reluctant to part with me, then I can choose both. Isn't that better? We can each get what we want, and have the best of both worlds."

"Yeah." Ye Qingluo responded calmly, "Why not make you die of beauty?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

Although Ye Qingluo is sensitive, she can be ruthless once she makes up her mind.

Ye Qingluo did not cooperate at all with Fu Yehan's joke. He simply walked around him and headed towards the parking space outside.