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

"Yeah." Ye Qingluo gently placed her palm on her lower abdomen and replied, "I don't know why. It wasn't like this originally. Just because I suddenly found out about my pregnancy, he suddenly insisted on changing his will."

"What's so hard to understand about this?" Tu Lan smiled. "Your father-in-law's will was written several years ago. Those rumors are all fake. How could Fu Jingye, such a shrewd man, give his money to a baby he has never met, even if this person is Ahan's son? He will only leave this part of his private property, which he trusts the most, to his youngest son. He is not at ease to give it to anyone else, because this part of the property involves things that are at the root of the Fu family, such as old houses, ancestral antiques, land, etc., and a part of Fu's shares that can help Ahan gain relative control of Fu's. Some things are no longer a matter of money. This is the power that the leader of the family must have in his own hands. So Fu Jingye will not even share such things with his other sons, so how could he share them with others?"

Listening to Tu Lan's words, Ye Qingluo blinked in confusion.

"But that was in the past." Tu Lan changed the subject, "According to Mr. Fu's previous unwavering belief, he would not have wavered if Fu Yehan had married someone else, but Ah Han chose to marry you."

Ye Qingluo raised his eyebrows: "What's the difference between me and others? To the Fu family, I am also someone else."

"You are different." Tu Lan shook her head and said, "You are the only girl who can handle Ah Han. The last time I went to the hospital to pick you up, when your father-in-law promised to give you a backup gift, I knew what he was thinking."

Ye Qingluo didn't understand and looked at Tu Lan with a slightly frown.

Tu Lan explained: "The additional conditions that your father-in-law added to his previous will are long-winded, but in fact they only mean one thing: he wants to give all his inheritance to you. But he can't just write it like that, because the Fu family has more than one daughter-in-law, and he can't be too partial all of a sudden. But it's different if the inheritance is nominally given to Ah Han. Ah Han, as the person who has contributed the most to the Fu family, can be said to be the cash cow of everyone in the Fu family. As the head of the family, it's completely fine for him to take a little more."

"Then why did my father-in-law change his mind later?" Ye Qingluo asked.

Tu Lan glanced at Ye Qingluo's lower abdomen and chuckled, "That's because he never expected that his youngest son, who was determined not to have children, would do this to him. The additional conditions that made him so self-righteous are about to expire before they take effect. If there was still time, your father-in-law, that old fox, might have come up with other tricks to deceive people, but unfortunately he doesn't have time. He can only put aside all worldly concerns and follow his heart. He does whatever he thinks. If I'm not mistaken, this is his biggest regret in his life and his last effort, because you are not only Ahan's wife, you are also the only bloodline left by the woman he loves most in this life. Since you are included in his Fu family's genealogy, he has to be so partial to you."

After Mr. Fu passed away, Fu Yehan checked out of the ward and drove back to Ye Rao Garden to move some of the daily necessities he had left in the hospital.

He plans to live in Ye Rao Garden for a long time in the future.

The night before the Fu family held a bidding reception for "Guiyuan Tianju", Ye Qingluo's discomfort suddenly became much more severe than before. He had only eaten a few bites of dinner, and in the end he vomited it all out.

Normally, women would experience morning sickness only after two or three months of pregnancy, but Ye Qingluo was already showing obvious discomfort after just over a month.

After Ye Qingluo vomited, she washed again. At this time, any strange smell would make her feel as uncomfortable as motion sickness.

Fu Yehan said nothing, but stayed with her all the time.

It was not until Ye Qingluo lay back on the bed that he suddenly held Ye Qingluo's cold hand and said, "Ye Qingluo, let's talk."

Fu Yehan's use of both his full name and surname indicated that what he was about to say was very serious.

Ye Qingluo was not surprised at all.

Because of Mr. Fu’s funeral a few days ago, Fu Yehan hadn’t found the time to talk to her about the child.

Now that he finally had time, it was inevitable that they would have a serious conversation "about the child".

Ye Qingluo said, "Hmm," "Just say what you want to say."

Fu Yehan was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"I'm sorry." Fu Yehan said, "I didn't protect you well. You can ask me any conditions, except divorce. I will agree to any conditions, and there is no limit on the number, as long as you agree to one of my requests."

Because Ye Qingluo had said before that one should not mention not wanting them in front of the "children", so Fu Yehan only stated his request vaguely.

"Hubby." Ye Qingluo had been holding back on something for a while, so she took this opportunity to open up to Fu Yehan and said, "I know you're worried that I've had a hard time in the past ten months. I admit that being a mother is hard, and I'm already feeling a bit flustered at the very beginning. I also understand the powerlessness you feel when you're standing aside and watching me suffer, but can't do anything about it. But this is the great thing about being a parent. I'm just physically uncomfortable, but I don't feel tormented psychologically. Because I know I'm not the only one suffering, and you'll always be with me."

Fu Yehan looked at her seriously, with the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line.

Ye Qingluo paused briefly and continued, "I want to give birth to our child, not only because I like children, but I also have a selfish motive. I want to know what you looked like when you were a child through them. Similarly, you can also know what I looked like when I was a child through them. I think that will be very interesting."

As if he was thinking about something according to Ye Qingluo's words, Fu Yehan slowly lowered his eyelids.

Following Fu Yehan's temples, Ye Qingluo gently inserted his fingers into his hair and straightened his hair a few times, while speaking softly, "Also, there is fate between parents and children. We took contraceptive measures, but we still met them, so I think the arrival of these two children may be an opportunity gifted by fate. As parents, everything we have endured during this period was not easy. It was not hardship, but a baptism to welcome the arrival of new life."

This conversation was proposed by Fu Yehan, but Ye Qingluo was the one who was more prepared than him.

After Ye Qingluo spoke one sentence after another, Fu Yehan couldn't say a word of what he wanted to say next.

While Fu Yehan was silent, Ye Qingluo very skillfully sat on Fu Yehan's legs, struck while the iron was hot, and begged coquettishly: "Hubby, don't you want to be with me in the future, and be chased by a pair of cute little balls and called daddy and mommy?"