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

Ever since he officially became a couple with Fu Yehan, Ye Qingluo had been thinking about giving Fu Yehan a gift.

The DIY ceramic store I went to last time also allows you to make graffiti on thermos cups. The cups are already customized by the store, and you need to draw the patterns yourself.

So Ye Qingluo took the time to design a pattern, and then took the time to go to the store to paint the pattern on the selected cup. The remaining finishing work was the responsibility of the store.

After finishing her meal with Fu Jingchen, the store owner called her and said that the cups were finished and she could pick them up.

So Ye Qingluo took a taxi to get the cup.

Afterwards she went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients for making dumplings.

She had eaten together with Fu Yehan many times, but had never eaten freshly made dumplings.

When he has nothing to do, Ye Qingluo still prefers to cook, especially making dumplings, kneading the dough, and preparing the stuffing. He doesn't treat cooking as a task, but it is actually quite fun.

When Fu Yehan came back in the evening, Ye Qingluo still had a few dumplings left to wrap.

Fu Yehan took off his coat, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and hugged her from behind: "My wife is so amazing, she can do everything."

"What's so great about this?" Ye Qingluo said with a smile, "It's just a necessary life skill that most people know."

"I said you are amazing." Fu Yehan kissed her on the top of her head. "Others can make dumplings, but they are definitely not as beautiful as my wife's. Look at the folds on your dumplings that highlight the three-dimensional effect. You can tell at a glance that only someone who understands art can make them."

After hearing Fu Yehan's words, Ye Qingluo paused while pinching the dumpling skins, then suddenly turned around, wiped the dough on Fu Yehan's face with it, and asked warily, "What's wrong with you today?"

Fu Yehan smiled: "What's wrong?"

Ye Qingluo narrowed his eyes: "The rainbow fart smells like industrial saccharin. Could it be that he has committed some crime and wants to confess before being lenient?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

After lowering his head and kissing her for a while, Fu Yehan asked casually, "If I really did commit a crime, can I get leniency if I confess?"

Ye Qingluo thought for a moment, took his hand, turned the ring on his hand, and answered seriously: "From the moment I agreed, all the things in the past can be treated leniently, whether you confess or not. But after that moment, if you commit the same thing again, I can accept it if I can accept it, and I can't accept it if I can't accept it. It has nothing to do with whether you confess or not. The only difference is that if you really did something I can't accept, confess it early, end it early, and save yourself from wasting feelings."

Ye Qingluo's words sounded a bit heartless, but when you think about it carefully, it is not the case.

Since Ye Qingluo didn't know enough about his past, she was able to take the initiative to promise to completely separate his past and present, which was actually giving him the maximum room for compromise.

Fu Yehan pinched her cheek gently, smiled and blinked: "Wife, when we first met, I said something wrong."

"Which sentence?" Ye Qingluo asked blankly.

Fu Yehan recalled for a moment and replied, "It was not you who won the prize, but me. You are the biggest prize I have ever won in my life."

Ye Qingluo took a while to react before she remembered that this was what Fu Yehan had teased her with when they had just come out of the Civil Affairs Bureau after getting their marriage certificate.

At that time, she looked at the name on the marriage certificate and remembered that Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle also had the same name. She suddenly found it funny that such a coincidence had happened to her.

She was worried that things might go wrong when she dated someone in the future, and she even joked with him about it.

At that time, she would never have dreamed that the two of them would develop step by step to the current level.

"Fu Yehan, how did you do it then?"

While speaking, Ye Qingluo turned around and continued making dumplings.

Fu Yehan picked up the last dumpling wrapper and tried to make it like Ye Qingluo, while casually asking, "How did you do that?"

Seeing Fu Yehan's clumsy appearance, Ye Qingluo was helpless and amused. He taught him how to make an "artistic" fold on the dumpling skin, and asked with a smile: "How did you manage to be so confident despite the debt of a 'bottomless pit'?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

After finishing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Ye Qingluo curled up on the sofa and picked a movie for himself.

Fu Yehan also followed her and watched for a while.

It's a fantasy film.

Seeing the male protagonist being possessed by another soul, Fu Yehan suddenly said, "Wife, let me ask you a philosophical question."

"ask."

After getting approval, Fu Yehan thought for a while before asking, "If my body and soul are separated, and my soul enters someone else's body, and someone else's soul enters my body, what will you choose? Will you choose to be with my soul, or with my body?"

"It seems that we two really have a tacit understanding." Ye Qingluo smiled, "I was thinking about this question just now."

"Have you figured out the answer?" Fu Yehan asked.

Looking at Fu Yehan's expectant expression, Ye Qingluo suddenly thought of something. She got up and went back to the bedroom. She took out the thermos cup she was going to give to Fu Yehan from the bedside table, sat back on the sofa, and handed it to him.

"This is?"

Fu Yehan took the box.

"Open it and see if you like it?" Ye Qingluo asked mysteriously.

Judging from the proportions of the rectangular box in his hand, Fu Yehan could roughly guess what it was.

When he opened the lid and saw that there was indeed a cup inside, and it was a thermos cup, Fu Yehan looked at Ye Qingluo.

"Ceramic cups break easily, stainless steel ones last longer." Ye Qingluo finished speaking and smiled again, "It doesn't have to last too long, a lifetime will be enough."

After listening to Ye Qingluo's words, Fu Yehan lowered his eyes and was silent for a while. Then he put his arm around Ye Qingluo's waist, hugged him to sit on his lap, and kissed him for a while.

Then, in this position, Fu Yehan reached out and took out the thermos cup from the box.

However, when he saw the pattern on the side of the cup, his expression froze instantly.

The entire base color of the cup is white, except for the lower third of one side, where a peach tree full of pink flowers is painted.

Under the peach blossoms, a sturdy cartoon pig with eight-pack abs stands on his legs, arms folded in front of his chest, leaning against a tree trunk, looking arrogant and confident.

Seeing that Fu Yehan hadn't spoken for a long time, Ye Qingluo suddenly laughed out loud.

"How is it? Isn't it very vivid?"

Ye Qingluo pinched Fu Yehan's serious face lightly and continued the previous topic.

"Don't worry, honey. Even if your soul were in the body of a pig, I would still be able to recognize you at a glance."

Fu Yehan: "..."

After staring at the inexplicably confident pig again, Fu Yehan stuffed the cup back into the box.

Leaning on the back of the sofa and looking at Ye Qingluo for a while, Fu Yehan asked: "So, you chose my soul? Even if I turn into a pig?"