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

If Fu Yehan had not laid the groundwork by saying "I have something to say", Ye Qingluo might have been able to cooperate with him and say a few sweet words, but she always had something on her mind, and all of Fu Yehan's abnormal behaviors would make her feel uneasy.

After dinner, when the table was cleared and Fu Yehan was sitting on the sofa recommending a comedy to her, Ye Qingluo finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She snatched the remote control from Fu Yehan's hand and threw it aside, then skillfully sat on Fu Yehan's legs, facing him.

There was only a small night light on in the room, and the light in the room was very dim. The two people's attention was all focused on each other, staring at each other intently.

After more than ten seconds, Fu Yehan spoke first: "Wife, have you ever done anything that you regret most since you were a child?"

Ye Qingluo could almost understand what Fu Yehan meant by this.

This is probably just an introduction before getting down to business.

It doesn't matter.

It is just to reasonably introduce the following topic.

However, Ye Qingluo still thought about his words seriously.

"No." Ye Qingluo gave a firm answer, and then said in detail, "I have failed many times since I was a child, but there is nothing I particularly regret."

After a short pause, she continued, "The most failed thing was probably my relationship with my ex-husband and our three-year marriage, but I don't regret it. Because when everything in the future was unknown, marrying him was what I looked forward to the most. No one forced me, and our engagement was not a constraint on me. I was willing. So even if I look back now, I still think that I was stupid at the time, but I still don't regret it, because all the failures and stupidities are the preparations for growth, so that I can meet better people in the future."

Fu Yehan leaned on the back of the sofa, tilted his head back, and listened to her intently.

After she finished what she wanted to say, Fu Yehan asked after a while, "You didn't regret spending so many years with a scumbag at all. Is it because you can meet me?"

Ye Qingluo blinked and didn't answer his question.

It's enough to understand this statement at a glance, otherwise it will seem a bit pretentious if you explain it in detail.

But Fu Yehan refused to give in. He put one hand around her waist and the other on her head, kissing her greedily. The fragrance of alcohol entangled between her lips and teeth. After a brief satisfaction, Fu Yehan asked in a hoarse voice, "You don't regret it, because you feel that you went through him in order to wait for me?"

"Yes." Ye Qingluo said seriously and rigorously, "I don't know if I will have new ideas in the future, but at this moment, this is what I think."

As if he was recalling something from the past, a complex and unclear emotion emerged in Fu Yehan's deep eyes.

After a long silence, he took a long breath and let his emotions flow out slowly like water.

"You're right. No one can make a choice without any detours when the future is unknown, and I am no exception."

Fu Yehan's deep voice carried a rare touch of sensibility. Reminiscing for a moment, he sighed softly.

"But I'm different from you. Now I regret it because I made a wrong choice six years ago. Only now do I realize how long a detour I've taken."

Ye Qingluo didn't understand Fu Yehan's words at all. She blinked her confused eyes again and again. Just when she was about to ask further questions, a cell phone rang suddenly in the quiet room.

It was Fu Yehan's cell phone ringing, right on the coffee table behind her.

Ye Qingluo stepped away from Fu Yehan and went to the bathroom, giving him time to deal with the call.

In the living room, after Fu Yehan answered the phone, he just said "I know" and hung up in a hurry.

As soon as Ye Qingluo came out of the bathroom, the lights in the living room came on.

With a sigh, Fu Yehan took his coat from the hanger on the entrance cabinet and put it over his arm, then walked in front of her.

"Wife, I have something urgent to deal with." Fu Yehan lowered his head and kissed her, then said, "I don't know if I can come back tonight, so you don't have to wait for me. Go to bed early."

"Oh." Ye Qingluo responded slowly, not yet completely recovering from the atmosphere just now.

"Don't think too much." Fu Yehan rubbed her face lightly with his fingertips, "I'll tell you everything when I come back."

"Well, go ahead and get busy." Ye Qingluo came back to his senses and nodded, "It just so happens that I haven't packed my things yet, I'll pack them for a while and then go to sleep."

Fu Yehan didn't say anything more, turned around and went to the door to change his shoes.

The call just now was from Fu Jingwei. His father had just suffered an acute myocardial infarction and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. He needed to rush over to check on the situation.

"husband."

Just as Fu Yehan was about to go out, Ye Qingluo suddenly grabbed his hand from behind.

This was the first time Ye Qingluo called him like this in person.

Fu Yehan tightened the hand that Ye Qingluo was holding, held her soft and slender fingers in his palm, and slowly turned his head.

"You've been drinking, so don't drive yourself. I don't think many people would dare to take your car if you ask for a designated driver. Take a taxi wherever you want to go."

After Ye Qingluo finished giving his instructions, he paused for a few seconds and then took the initiative to throw himself into his arms. Without the domineering attitude he had as a financial sponsor before, Ye Qingluo became delicate and soft, looking like someone who could be easily "bullied".

"I won't think too much about it." Ye Qingluo whispered, "I don't care what you want to tell me, I just want you to be fine, and I can accept everything else."

The eyes that Ye Qingluo looked at him with were very beautiful, like unpolluted lake water, clear and pure, and seemed to have natural healing properties.

After listening to Ye Qingluo's words and looking at her lovely appearance, for a moment, Fu Yehan's nose felt sore and his eyes almost wet.

This was an experience he had never had in his thirty-plus years of life.

Before he met Ye Qingluo, the word "touched" had never appeared in his life dictionary.

Being moved to tears was an unbelievable dream for him.

Fu Yehan took a step back with the woman in his arms, closed the door, and pressed her against the angle between the door frame and the entrance. He bent down and kissed her, prying open her teeth that were tightly clenched because she had no time to react.

Ever since he could remember, he began to learn about the calculations between people, the darkness of human nature, the intrigues driven by money, and all kinds of tricks of open and covert struggles...

He seems to be very talented. He can learn things quickly and understand them immediately.

However, as he learned too much cruel and dark things, his emotions naturally faded, until in the end, he became insensitive to even the most basic physiological needs of a normal person.

So the rumors outside were not wrong. He was indeed sexually frigid before he met Ye Qingluo, so frigid that it was even a little abnormal. No wonder Ye Qingluo and her bestie were afraid of him. A man with normal functions in all aspects but who had no thoughts or feelings about women for more than 30 years was indeed quite scary.

I don’t know if it’s because the missing emotion came too late, but now he is actually a little too worried about gains and losses.

He always feels that it is not enough and is never satisfied.

It's hard to restrain, and I don't want to restrain myself.

When his desire was the strongest, he even wanted to imprison Ye Qingluo, keep her in a golden house, and make her his exclusive one.

He didn't want to share her with anyone, not even her friends or her mother.

He had an almost pathological possessiveness.

All his restraint was due to fear of scaring her.

He got a baby, and he wanted to become a normal person for his baby.

"Wife."

Fu Yehan had so many things he wanted to say to the person in his arms, but now there was not enough time, so he could only use the simplest and most direct way to express his rock-hard feelings.

His thin lips opened and closed slightly, and every word he was about to say was connected to his unconcealed heartbeat: "I..."

Fu Yehan only said one word, and then he heard Ye Qingluo's gentle yet firm voice.

"I love you." Ye Qingluo said before him.