Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li He paused for a few seconds and glanced at the powder on her feet, remembering the way the man carefully applied the medicine to her.

He adjusted his glasses.

"Assistant Hao Te sent you back."

She slowly lowered her head, and the side of her face was blocked by her hanging hair, burying everything behind her black hair.

When the sun was shining brightly outside the window, it shone into the ward through the window and shone on her body.

Li He looked at her, obviously she had been tortured for a week and was extremely fragile, but she still showed stubbornness from the bottom of her heart.

But people who are too stubborn tend to follow one path to the end. Even if they find out that they have taken the wrong path halfway, they still have to close their eyes and walk on in the dark, and then lie to themselves over and over again that they are on the right path.

"Weiyu, have you ever thought about it. If you are hesitant about whether to keep something or not, it means it should not be in the trash can."

Stubborn Bones spoke: "I didn't hesitate, just throw it away. It's not like I can't afford it."

Throwing this away, there is still a pair of precious and rare black diamond rings in the safe.

That was her expectation for the rest of her life.

If you don't throw this away, that pair of black diamond rings will never see the light of day. Chen Fang went through life and death for her and spent half his life hiding behind his back. How could she bear to hide him for the rest of her life.

Song Weiyu thought about Chen Fang's strong figure and the scars all over his body, and calmed down.

He kept repeating: "Things are going very smoothly. Fu Haitang did not use any tricks or coercion or inducement this time. He even threw away his wedding ring, which shows that he really wants to let go."

Li He went out with the trash can, and the little nurse came back with a clean trash can.

Song Weiyu glanced at it and asked, "Where is Li He?"

"Dean Li was suddenly in a hurry and went out."

It appears the ring has been thrown away.

It used to be worn on Song Weiyu's hands that were not touched by Yang Chunsui, and it was cared for and cherished by the top people in the city.

Now, his whereabouts are unknown, and he is huddled in a dark corner with unwanted garbage.

Only then did Song Weiyu really realize that she and Fu Haitang were completely finished.

A big hole suddenly appeared in my chest, and every breath hurt like a cramp.

"Director Song, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why are you crying? Do you want me to call Dean Li and ask him to come back quickly?"

The little nurse was anxious. The hospital staff all knew that the woman in this ward was the most concerned about Director Li. Even to put a band-aid on, Dean Li had to come in person.

She was staring at a place silently, a tear falling from her eyes and flowing down her fair and flawless cheeks.

It was too quiet, as if she didn't even feel the presence of tears.

"No, I'm happy. You can go out first."

The little nurse hesitantly returned to the nurse's station and paced nervously. After a while, she decided to tell Li He.

"Dean Li, Director Song was crying just now. She said she was happy. But...it doesn't look like it."

It was very noisy over there in Li He, and there were cars honking, as if they were on the street.

"Cry, she lost something, she should cry."

After hanging up the phone, Li He cursed into the phone: "Stubborn."

He looked at the lake in front of him again and muttered: "Help you one last time. I hope this ring can trap your stubborn donkey."

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Fu family.

Fu Haitang sank into the boss's chair, looking at the pile of documents sent by the legal department, and reached out to tap on the desk.

"You mean, these documents need to be signed by me one by one?"

"Why, do I look idle?"

The manager of the legal department bent slightly and said, "Director Fu, you and Director Song own too many companies and assets together. Director Song has given up all of them now, so they need to be transferred."

Give it all up.

A good one would give up all of them.

Fu Haitang looked at a pile of documents, holding a pen between his fingers, feeling a little lost.

She didn't hesitate to give up such a huge wealth empire. She didn't want her husband, her son, or her family.

You have to follow the man who lives less and less every day, and whose life is not in his own hands.

What’s so good about Chen Fang? Let her love her to death.

The manager of the legal department looked at the boss's unfathomable eyes, thinking that he was thinking about some important decision, and clenched his hands nervously.

"You said..." The boss actually spoke, his voice was low and overwhelming.

"Who is better-looking, Mr. Chen or me?"

"..."

The legal department manager frowned deeply, thinking his ears were broken.

They all look good, but they are definitely the wrong answers. Director Fu looks elegant and dignified. At first glance, he looks like someone from a wealthy family, rich in gold and jade.

Mr. Chen is cold and domineering, with strong and sharp features. He has an incredible figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that is truly powerful. He looks like someone who is not easy to mess with at first glance.

He was opening his mouth hesitantly, not knowing how to answer this strange question that was not within the scope of his business.

A voice came from behind: "You go out first."

It was Song Jingming who came in.

The legal manager ran away in a hurry.

"Dad, do you really want to divorce my mother?"

Fu Haitang looked up at him. Song Jingming looked more like Song Weiyu, with peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge and a sharp jaw.

He doesn't like to talk and has an extremely gloomy temper.

"It's not that I want to leave her, it's that she wants to go to Chen Fang. You saw how she tortured herself the night Chen Fang left. So, I might as well help her."

"Actually, my mother just couldn't accept Uncle Chen's sudden departure. She was more uneasy and worried. My mother's feelings for Uncle Chen over the years..."