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

Fu Yehan knew that it would be very uncomfortable to meet parents for the first time, especially since his father was older and almost two generations older than Ye Qingluo. So he had anticipated many awkward conversations and had prepared to be Ye Qingluo's spokesperson. However, he did not expect that the first question his father asked Ye Qingluo would shut him up.

Ye Qingluo had also thought about many possible conversations in advance, most of which were serious questions and answers, and he had never expected a situation like this to happen.

Faced with a question beyond the scope of the syllabus, Ye Qingluo thought for a while before responding.

"It seems not." Ye Qingluo said, "We have never had any disagreements, and Fu Yehan never scolds me. On the contrary, he often praises me."

"Did you hear that?" Fu Jingye glanced at the housekeeper, "This kid can praise others, it's really rare."

"It's normal for a young couple to say sweet things to each other," the housekeeper continued. "I think your jealousy is unnecessary."

"It's not easy to be jealous in your lifetime." Fu Jingye looked at Ye Qingluo and said with interest, "Tell me how he praised you."

Ye Qingluo blinked his eyes, his face expressionless, and said lightly: "Too many, I can't count them all. What impressed me most was the day we got the marriage certificate. He praised me for my good luck and said that marrying him was the biggest prize of my life. Oh, he also secretly praised me for being well-behaved and obedient, like a canary in a cage that had never seen the world."

Fu Yehan: "..."

Ye Qingluo's simple complaints made the butler laugh, and even Mr. Fu was amused.

The housekeeper asked the nurse to bring up the cut fruit, and asked someone to make a pot of good tea.

"Master, I'm right, aren't I?" The housekeeper said with a smile, "You can always trust Master Qi's judgment. Madam Qi is not only beautiful, but also has a very high emotional intelligence. Now you are mentally balanced, right?"

Fu Jingye looked back and forth between the two of them, and said in a cold and indifferent manner, "Just make do."

The topic was opened from then on, and Fu Yehan became the target of complaints from Mr. Fu and Ye Qingluo without saying a word.

The butler has been in the Fu family for more than 30 years and can be said to have watched Fu Yehan grow up. This is the first time in decades that he has seen this ancestor, who used to have a cold face at the slightest disagreement, be so good-tempered.

The ancestor's face was still very cold, but there was no sign of being angry. Even when his father and wife kept exposing his shortcomings, the coldness created a very subtle and harmonious atmosphere.

The housekeeper was genuinely pleased, and bustled around with a smile on his face, occasionally joining in a few words to avoid a dull silence.

"Little girl, you don't mind me calling you that, right?" Fu Jingye asked directly.

Ye Qingluo shook his head: "I don't mind, please do as you please."

"Well, let's call you that for now." Fu Jingye said, "Let me ask you, when did you and our Old Seventh become friends?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo was stunned.

This question was not beyond the scope of the topic. Ye Qingluo had thought that the other party would ask this question, but she still hadn't figured out how to answer it.

Fu Jingye took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and picked them one by one: "Why? Is this a private matter that cannot be answered?"

"No." Ye Qingluo said, "I can't remember the exact date."

Fu Jingye said "Oh", but still didn't let go of the question: "Then give me a rough idea."

"April 16th." Fu Yehan answered for her.

Ye Qingluo was so surprised that he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"April 16?" Fu Jingye murmured again, looking at the housekeeper, and said without hesitation, "Why does this date sound so familiar? Is this date mentioned in the information you investigated a few days ago?"

Noticing Fu Ye's cold gaze, the butler choked and coughed.

Sigh secretly.

Could you please not sell me out in front of your ancestors?

"There is such a date." The housekeeper replied stiffly, "Mrs. Seven and her ex-husband divorced on that day."

"Yeah, I remember now." Fu Jingye said, "Old Zhang, do you think this time is quite intriguing?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Butler Zhang felt nervous when asked by Mr. Fu, it was quite intriguing.

But is this something he can answer?

"How did you get on?" Fu Jingye asked again, "Whoever takes a fancy to you first."

"She's the one I like."

Before Ye Qingluo could answer, Fu Yehan spoke first.

Fu Jingye continued to interrogate: "When did you get the certificate?"

Fu Yehan: "April 17th."

"Old Zhang." Fu Jingye laughed, "April 17th, did you hear it?"

"I heard it." Butler Zhang replied weakly.

"Tell me how you feel when you hear this date," Fu Jingye said, "I want to see if I'm the only one who thinks so."

Butler Zhang almost became autistic because of the questioning.

It was not until Fu Jingye urged him again that he replied fearlessly, "It seems that Master Qi is a little anxious."

"Are you sure you're a little anxious?" Fu Jingye asked.

Butler Zhang lowered his head almost to his neck. He sighed helplessly and said truthfully: "More than a little, it seems like he is crazy."

Fu Yehan: "..."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Fu Jingye seemed a little excited, his haggard face showed some color, and he said with a hint of meaning: "Old Zhang, you are wrong. Our old seventh has always been steady. If he hadn't thought it over carefully, he wouldn't have done such an 'intriguing' thing, so he must not be in a hurry."

"What do you mean?" the butler asked tentatively.

Fu Jingye waved his hand and did not answer the housekeeper's question. He looked at Ye Qingluo and said, "Little girl, now that you have obtained the certificate, when do you plan to hold the wedding with our Seventh Brother?"

Ye Qingluo was still immersed in the previous topic and was slow to react. He said honestly, "I haven't thought about this question yet."

"Yeah." Fu Jingye nodded, "In a hurry to get the certificate, but not in a hurry to hold the wedding banquet, it seems that it is really not for me. I haven't thought about it yet, which means that even if I live a few more days, I won't be able to catch up."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo's heart skipped a beat.

He tilted his head to look at Fu Yehan, asking him with his eyes if he had said something wrong.

Fu Yehan shook his head gently, indicating that she was fine.

"Old man, you think too much." The housekeeper tried to smooth things over. "Nowadays, many young people don't hold weddings. My nephew got married last year, and they didn't hold a wedding either. They just invited guests privately and collected the gift money. Young people nowadays are open-minded. Instead of spending money on a master of ceremonies, actors, and set decorations, they might as well save the money and go out to have fun, take a vacation, travel, or something like that."

"Yes." Fu Jingye said slowly, "Our Seventh Brother is short of that little money."

Butler Zhang: "..."

Ye Qingluo lowered his head and bit his lip, regretting what he had just said.

If Mr. Fu was in good health, she would just say it. Even if he misunderstood her thoughts, it didn't matter. There was still a long time to come and there would always be a chance to explain later.

But Mr. Fu’s health was very poor and he was already in the countdown, which made her a little overwhelmed.

I want to explain but I don't know how to start.

Fu Jingye stopped dwelling on the previous question and fixed his eyes on Ye Qingluo: "Next question, when are you and Lao Qi going to have a baby?"