Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang wrapped her in a blanket, carried her back to the bedroom of the main house, and called the housekeeper: "Call the doctor over, and then... clean up Chen Fang's room."

Putting her on their bed, Fu Haitang found a wet towel to clean her up. Looking at the circle of hickeys on her neck, he felt a little guilty, but more of an abnormal satisfaction.

Dry the tears on her face, find eye mask and apply it on her eyes. Her eyes swell when she cries, so she always has eye masks at home to reduce redness and swelling.

After packing everything, Fu Haitang sat by the bed and stared at the moon outside the window in a daze.

At the same time, outside Fu's courtyard, the moonlight shone through the colorful branches and onto the asphalt road, and the bustling streets during the day also returned to calm.

Directly across the street, the black Rolls-Royce is still calm and majestic, just like its owner.

But at this time, the man in the driver's seat lost his former fortitude and coldness. He pinched his eyebrows and sunk into the leather seat, tensed his jaw, his eyebrows were sad, and there was a very faint tear stain on his face.

All I can think about is: "I'll go with you..."

He was literally dying of joy.

However, he can't really take her away. If she stays with Fu's family and Fu Haitang's side, she will be stable for the rest of her life.

Follow him…

Chen Fang looked at the modified control console on the right. What was inside was a mission he could not resist in this life.

After all, his life never belonged to him.

Two men, in a house and in a car, were obsessed with each other and tortured themselves all night long.

The white light of early morning appeared on the horizon, dimly shining on this flashy and sad city. There were already people on the street catching the first subway, holding their thin windbreakers and burying their numb faces in their collars.

Chen Fang still reversed the car with one hand and re-entered the driveway. Just like every day in the past, the license plate was recognized, the automatic door opened, and you turned into this historic courtyard house.

The butler is wearing white gloves and carefully wiping every antique bottle in the main hall. He saw Chen Fang entering the door and rushed to greet him.

"Mr. Chen, are you having breakfast here today?"

"Ah."

After a brief conversation, Chen returned to his room, took off his clothes and stood under the shower to wash away the fatigue and random thoughts of the night. He washed for half an hour before drying his body.

It's 5 o'clock, it's still early.

He put on a pair of pants haphazardly. He had a terrible headache and planned to go to bed and take a short nap. As soon as I lay down, I felt something was wrong, but the room was as neat and orderly as ever.

He frowned and called the housekeeper: "Who came to my room last night."

"The master and his wife have been there."

He threw away his phone with squinting eyes and collapsed on the bed. The pain in his heart was like locusts passing by, biting him all over. Buried under the quilt, he lost his mind and said to himself for the first time: "What should I do to you?"

He didn't know that a few hours ago, another man was also on this bed, murmuring the same words.

Main house.

Fu Haitang stayed up all night holding Song Weiyu in her arms. The doctor came last night and gave her fluids, but it didn't stop her from having a fever today.

One night, he thought a lot. No matter how drunk Song Weiyu went crazy in the past and said a lot of nonsense, he never said the word divorce.

She said it last night.

He knew it was not only because of Chen Fang, but also because he accidentally hurt her and poured cold water on her for so long.

How to face it today.

He was afraid, afraid that the first thing she would say when she opened her eyes would be: "Fu Haitang, let's get a divorce."

He didn't want to hear these two words again.

Too busy, he rolled out of bed, grabbed his phone and rushed out without taking a shower or changing clothes.

In the front yard, Chen Fang's car was parked there. Fu Haitang paused and stared, with unknown emotions in his eyes, got into his Bentley and sped away.

The window is bright and the sun is coming as promised.

Song Weiyu hummed with a somewhat blocked nasal cavity, frowned and woke up, his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them, and his whole body ached.

When she got up, she didn't see Fu Haitang. If she was usually ravaged by him, he would pretend to be pitiful and coquettish the next day, and then coax her.

Did he run away today?

Song Weiyu endured the pain and got up, went into the bathroom naked, turned on the hot water and took a long shower.

She knew that she was not a young girl in her twenties who was still struggling with love. Her current experience allowed her to suffer from occasional dementia late at night, but when she woke up during the day, she must be a stronger version of herself.

Although, she often loses consciousness late at night.

When the fragrance of shower gel spread in the steaming bathroom, she felt more comfortable. I blew my hair dry, sat in front of the dressing table, put on very elegant and beautiful makeup, and sprayed on the deep wintersweet perfume.

She didn't wear a cheongsam today. She changed into a simple black knitted long skirt with a thin belt tied around her waist. She still had a waist and pert hips, looking sexy and charming.

It's just that this neck... has a circle of blue marks from being chewed by a dog.

She calmly covered her face with concealer and put on a silk scarf to barely cover it up. She went to the cloakroom to pick out a bag and sunglasses, and then walked out of the room.

In the front room, breakfast is already set.

"Good morning, ma'am. The master left early in the morning. He seems to be walking very fast. There may be something urgent."

"I understand, Chen Fang didn't come back last night?"

Song Weiyu thought of last night, Chen Fang's lonely back in the surveillance screen. She wanted to ask why he didn't take her away. Why would he rather hide than take her away.

"Mr. Chen came back this morning. He smelled of cigarette smoke and didn't look good."

Song Weiyu took a sip of coffee and looked up at the butler. The butler was a very discerning person and always answered Song Weiyu's questions very carefully.

Fu Chunhe walked in from the main hall and said, "Mom, good morning..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Song Weiyu's red and swollen eyes. He then retracted his legs and turned to walk into the yard.

My parents must have gone crazy again last night.

If you can live with it, if you can't live with it, leave as soon as possible. You will commit evil every day.

"Master, you don't want to have breakfast?"

"I won't eat, I'm too scared."

Song Weiyu glanced at Fu Chunhe's running back, stood up, and walked to the east wing. Opening the door, she remembered the evil she and Fu Haitang had done here last night...

His face darkened.

When he walked in the door, Chen Fang was wrapped in a quilt, with his head uncovered.

She frowned, suddenly wondering if the two men had exchanged souls!

Normally, Fu Haitang would hug him and act pitiful and coquettish, but this morning he left without saying a word.

And in front of me, this man who never shies away and has scars all over his body is now buried in the quilt, frustrated and decadent.

……

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him lie motionless on the bed, gently lifting the quilt.

Did he cry?

On the dark gray sheets, there was a wet mark as big as a palm. Song Weiyu was stunned, as if something heavy was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get up or down.

She felt distressed.

Gently stroked his hair and asked: "Chen Fang, did you see me opening the door last night?"

Of course he saw it. At that time, he was parked at the intersection opposite the house. Seeing her face red from crying, he couldn't help but feel distressed. He wanted to ignore everything, climbed over the guardrail, ran to her side and pulled her into his arms.

But... reason grabbed him and sealed his sincere heart. While sealing it, he said: The best thing you can give her is companionship. As for marriage, you can't afford it.