She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

"What are you doing?" Bo Ye instantly pulled Lin Qingran into his arms, holding her waist tightly, and looked at Fu Xiuheng with a wary expression.

Upon seeing this, Fu Xiuheng's face darkened even further.

"Lin Qingran, you're really something! You have a perfectly good home, but instead you're keeping a gigolo outside?"

"Please, sir, don't be so rude!"

Bo Ye pulled two small red books directly from the pocket of his suit pants, opened them, and showed them to Fu Xiuheng.

"We are licensed to work."

The two people in front of them are closely embracing each other, both smiling broadly.

It clearly states on it: Jiang Jiuge, Bo Ye, dated...

three years ago?

Fu Xiuheng's heart was shaken once again.

Susukino calmly put away his identification documents.

"My suggestion is that Mr. Fu should see a psychiatrist. I see that you miss your deceased wife, and it seems that your mind is not quite right."

After saying that, Bo Ye took Lin Qingran's hand and walked towards the door.

Fu Xiuheng froze on the spot, unable to utter a single word.

Jiang Yuanbai appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor at some point, and said in a serious tone.

“My daughter Jiuge has a very tight schedule. If Mr. Fu is sincere about asking Jiuge to be your child’s teacher, you should hurry up and do it.”

Fu Xiuheng's mind was already a bit foggy after being hit one after another, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingran and Bo Ye were already sitting in their car. Lin Qingran was flipping through the little red book in her hand, looking puzzled.

After Lin Qingran's chance encounter with Fu Xiuheng, she did spend a few days with Bo Ye to be on the safe side, and since neither of them had any objections, they went to get their marriage certificate.

But that was only two days ago, while the date on the marriage certificate clearly states three years ago.

How did you change the date?

“I have a friend who makes fake documents,” Bo Ye said somewhat awkwardly.

Lin Qingran looked at him and burst out laughing.

"You did a pretty convincing job. Looks like there are some advantages to being in the underworld. But didn't you consider that Fu Xiuheng might be able to find out about this?"

"No, it won't happen," Susukino said instinctively.

"Why?" Lin Qingran frowned.

Susukino realized he had said the wrong thing and helped explain.

“What I mean is, he wouldn’t be that free. And you can make up an excuse, like saying we registered our marriage abroad and only recently came back to China to update the records, so it’s normal that it can’t be found.”

"Oh, I hope he can be fooled by that excuse," Lin Qingran said calmly.

Bo Ye touched the bridge of his nose somewhat awkwardly, then turned around and saw Fu Xiuheng leave. He quickly stepped on the gas.

"Hurry, hurry, he's out!"

Lin Qingran tilted her head and saw Fu Xiuheng in the rearview mirror covered in exhaust fumes, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Seeing that Lin Qingran was no longer concerned about the marriage certificate, Bo Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bo Ye raced ahead the whole way, and Fu Xiuheng couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.

Moreover, Bo Ye was not idle along the way. He sent Lin Qingran the contract he had prepared and explained to her how to take advantage of Fu Xiuheng to the greatest extent possible.

By the time Fu Xiuheng finally arrived at the hospital, Lin Qingran had already sat down and had a talk with Lu An.

Even through the glass, Fu Xiuheng could see the barely concealed tension in Lu An's expression and the cold sweat beading on his forehead.

What did Lin Qingran say to him?

Fu Xiuheng pushed open the door, and everyone in the room turned to look at him.

Lin Qingran smiled slightly: "Mr. Fu, you're quite late."

Bo Ye commented casually, "It seems Mr. Fu will have to change his car."

Lu An: "..."

Fu Xiuheng stepped forward and said through gritted teeth.

"Lin Qingran, don't go too far."

Lin Qingran shrugged and turned to Bo Ye with a helpless expression.

"I really don't know how to explain this to Mr. Fu."

Bo Ye then pulled Lin Qingran into his arms. "It's alright. After all, Mr. Fu just lost his wife not long ago. Let's be understanding."

Fu Xiuheng: "..."

"Let's talk about some serious matters," Lin Qingran said.

“I’ve spoken with your assistant for a while now, and it seems that Mr. Fu’s assistant is not very accepting of the contract we have proposed. If we can’t reach an agreement, then I’ll have to decline Mr. Fu’s invitation.”

Fu Xiuheng picked up the contract on the coffee table with a puzzled look, glanced at it, and was so angry that he laughed.

Lin Qingran did not act as a tutor as she had requested; instead, she arranged the lessons for Fu Xingze according to her own schedule.

Furthermore, whenever Fu Xingze came to Yuncheng for class, Lin Qingran would not go.

If Lin Qingran has her own plans, the course will be postponed or rescheduled.

Moreover, Lin Qingran has her own strict schedule. She must be present during class and leave immediately after class to prevent any unnecessary contact.

Moreover, Lin Qingran charges 50,000 yuan per lesson.

This paltry fifty thousand was nothing to Fu Xiuheng.

Even if Lin Qingran were to teach Fu Xingze for a lifetime, Fu Xiuheng could afford it.

However, the price was set by Lin Qingran, which was quite unexpected for Fu Xiuheng.

"Isn't this price a bit outrageous?" Fu Xiuheng said.

Lin Qingran sneered inwardly, so in his eyes, she had always been worthless.

If Jiang Jiuge were wearing someone else's face today, Fu Xiuheng would obediently pay 500,000 yuan a lesson, let alone 500,000 yuan.

Unfortunately, in Fu Xiuheng's eyes, his face and his person had always been worthless.

Upon hearing this, Susukino frowned and almost cursed out loud.

Lin Qingran noticed in advance and pressed down on Bo Ye's hand first.

Then she raised her head and smiled slightly at Fu Xiuheng.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, this is not an exorbitant price. If you know me, you should know that my courses, Jiang Jiuge's courses, are always quite expensive, and they are not something you can just take if you have money. If you feel that this price is not worthwhile, we can simply not cooperate."

Fu Xiuheng frowned. The woman in front of him spoke with force and reason, leaving him unable to refute her.

After a moment, Fu Xiuheng spoke.

“I can raise your price to 100,000 per lesson, and you will need to spend three days a week in Beijing as Xingze’s private tutor.”

The implication was that Lin Qingran would be staying at the Fu family's house for the next three days.