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

"It's okay, it's okay." Ye Qingluo responded quickly, "I just squatted for too long, and my legs are a little out of control. I'll be fine after I get used to it."

As soon as Ye Qingluo finished speaking, he heard another voice coming from Fu Yehan's side.

"Auntie, my wife is feeling a little unwell, and it is not convenient for me to go into the cubicle to help her. Could you please go back and help her?"

"Young man, don't talk nonsense. I took a look at the girl inside when I handed her something just now. She is only about 20 years old. Could she be your wife? And I remember that she didn't admit that she was your wife before."

"We had a small conflict before, and my wife is still mad at me. Auntie, can you please help me?"

"Well, considering that it's not easy for you, I'll go in and look after your wife for you."

"Thank you."

After hearing what Fu Yehan said, Ye Qingluo's whole face turned red.

But she could understand.

It is indeed difficult to explain their relationship to outsiders.

Fu Yehan must have said this to save trouble.

Moreover, he called my wife so fluently, and I could tell that he had used this phrase many times before.

It has become a habit.

Ye Qingluo forced himself to forget what he had just heard. Before the cleaning lady came in, he pinched his legs hard and changed his pants as quickly as possible.

The pants Fu Yehan bought for her were the right size. Ye Qingluo hesitated for a second while holding her jeans, then pulled out the belt, rolled up her pants and threw them into the trash can.

The pair of jeans she was wearing today was bought for her by Chu Lingxuan when she was in college. She had never been willing to wear them at that time, so she just took them out when she went out just now.

She originally thought that although she and Chu Lingxuan were divorced, the clothes were innocent and there was no need to waste them.

But now that it's already dirty, she simply doesn't want it anymore.

This one isn't a big deal.

Ye Qingluo tidied himself up and just opened the cubicle door, he was faced with the big face of the cleaning lady.

Ye Qingluo was startled, but his aunt didn't react much.

"You've already changed. It looks like you don't need my help."

"Well, no, thank you."

Ye Qingluo walked out of the cubicle and thanked the other party politely.

The cleaning lady washed her hands before coming over, took out a small towel from her pocket, and while wiping her hands, she moved closer to her.

"Little girl, since this happened to me today, I have to say something."

Ye Qingluo had been squatting for too long, and his legs were still a little uncomfortable. He moved his leg joints on the spot and nodded, "If you have anything to say, please say it."

The aunt glanced in the direction of the door and said in a low voice, "There is no such thing as a couple who don't quarrel, but they quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. It doesn't matter if you quarrel a few times behind closed doors, but this man, you must give him face outside."

"Yes, you are right." Ye Qingluo nodded actively, "Next time I will make preparations in advance and will not let a man buy women's things for me again. It is too embarrassing."

The aunt glanced at her with a smile and said, "Oh, your man can take the initiative to help you buy women's things, you can be secretly happy. My dead man even felt ashamed to buy me a leather rope to tie my hair. This is not what I am talking about."

"So what are you talking about?"

"I mean, even if a couple has a conflict, they can't deny each other in front of outsiders, just like a couple can't just casually file for divorce after a quarrel. This is very hurtful. Earlier, your husband was anxiously looking for you outside, and you had admitted that you were inside, but when you heard that it was your husband, you immediately changed your words and said that you were not the person he was looking for. You didn't see it, but I saw it. When I went out, your husband's eyes were much dimmer than before. He looked so lost, and I, as an outsider, felt so distressed when I saw it."

"That's what you're talking about."

"Yes, that's what happened. You did something wrong. In the end, your husband had no choice but to ask me to help watch over the people and he came in to comfort you. It's good enough for a grown man to do this. You have to know what's going on."

Listening to his aunt's worried words, Ye Qingluo wanted to laugh.

I didn’t expect Fu Yehan to be such a great actor, and his acting was quite realistic.

Just a "dim" look is worth a thousand words, and even my aunt can empathize with me.

Following the principle of "less trouble is worse than more", Ye Qingluo nodded obediently and admitted his "fault".

"You are right, I will definitely change in the future."

"Don't do that later. We'll change it when we go out." The aunt actively offered advice, "Why are you still rubbing my legs? Go out and call me 'husband', act coquettishly, and ask for a hug. I guarantee that the quarrel between you two will be resolved immediately, and your husband will be very happy, and you won't have to walk anymore. Just think about it, this is killing two birds with one stone."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo suddenly changed his previous thoughts. The drama queen might not be Fu Yehan, but this aunt.

"Remember this, don't forget it when you go out." The aunt reminded him again, "Your husband is yours, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is how idol dramas play out. You two are such a talented couple, and you're so beautiful that you can't find a couple as well-matched as you two in any drama."

"..."

Ye Qingluo didn't expect that just because she had an emergency and had to occupy the bathroom for a while, there was actually an enthusiastic passerby "director" who arranged a show for her.

Ye Qingluo felt a little embarrassed, but when she thought about the fact that her phone was always in communication with Fu Yehan, she knew that Fu Yehan must have heard all the ideas her aunt gave her, and that this "couple" character was proposed by Fu Yehan himself to save trouble, so she instantly felt relieved.

After washing her hands, when Ye Qingluo went out, Fu Yehan was standing at the door with his back to her waiting for her.

"Cough cough."

Aunt coughed twice to remind him.

When Fu Yehan turned around, there was no expression on his face and no emotion could be seen. He just looked at her as if no one was around.

Ye Qingluo had already prepared himself mentally, but when he was disturbed by Fu Yehan's focused gaze, his heartbeat was inexplicably disrupted.

She tried to open her mouth, but found that she couldn't do it as naturally as Fu Yehan.

"I'm ready, let's go."

In the end, Ye Qingluo did not "act" according to his aunt's advice. He just smiled slightly, looked away, and walked ahead.

Behind me, my aunt sighed.

Fu Yehan politely thanked him again.

In this situation, there was nothing wrong with "acting", but Ye Qingluo didn't know why she suddenly became so nervous. She had no burden at all, but she still couldn't take a joke.

Or maybe it's not because of nervousness.

But the word "husband" itself, for her, is connected to too many unpleasant memories.

It will take her a while to change.

So even if she was acting or joking, she couldn't call out "husband" naturally.

Ye Qingluo had just taken a few steps when Fu Yehan caught up with her and stuffed the plastic bag in his hand into her arms.

Ye Qingluo stopped and laughed at him: "What? I won't cooperate with you in acting, and I'm not willing to help you with even this little thing? Fu Yehan, why are you so petty..."

Before Ye Qingluo finished saying the word "angry" in "stingy", her feet suddenly felt lighter, and Fu Yehan picked her up without saying anything.