Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang was not surprised at all by what Song Jingming said.

It's just that he is in this mountain and only wants to believe in the world he sees. Therefore, he would rather believe that Song Weiyu is not rare, than that Song Weiyu is afraid of hurting the Fu family.

Perhaps, he is forcing himself to think this way.

After all, he had to find a reason for himself to get a divorce and take revenge on the woman he had held in his hands and loved for 30 years.

"Song Jingming, don't worry about your mother and me. Just take good care of Wen Ying. Even if your mother is not Mrs. Fu, she is the mother of my three sons, Fu Haitang. As long as I am here, no one dares to touch her. But, They will keep an eye on Chen and Wen Ying."

The word "Chen" he emphasized made Song Jingming suddenly feel that this was the reason why Fu Haitang was unwilling to let Wen Ying become Chen Fang's daughter.

He seemed to have anticipated everything.

At this moment, Song Jingming saw in Fu Haitang a method that he had never seen before.

His father is gentle and elegant in front of outsiders, exuding nobility from the bottom of his heart.

But if you think about it carefully, even a fox with exquisite orifices like Song Weiyu can't escape from his grasp, so how can he be such a good person?

Perhaps, divorce is just his method.

"Dad, I know that as long as you are here, no one dares to touch her. But the person who can hurt her the most may be close at hand. Right?"

After listening to Song Jingming's words, Fu Haitang remained expressionless and leaned on the boss's chair, lazily and leisurely.

But beneath the laziness, there seems to be a beast lurking.

He didn't answer, but asked, "Second brother, do you think you inherited your IQ from me or your mother?"

"Or, neither?"

Fu Haitang is still waiting for his answer.

Song Jingming looked at him deeply, twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled lightly: "Dad, don't everyone say that my eldest brother is like you, and I am like her."

When Shao Guoren was drunk, he said that Fu Chunhe looked gentle, but in fact he was a scum, with ruthless and advanced methods, exactly like Fu Haitang, the kind of executioner who politely broke other people's necks.

Song Jingming is different. He is taciturn, extremely indifferent, and his behavior reveals a dark strategy. He is the kind of superior person who steps on other people's corpses and still feels dirty.

A family that is extremely cruel.

The only one who came out was the sunny and cheerful boy named Lao San. They once thought that Lao San was carried by mistake in the hospital.

It wasn't until the third child was defrauded by phone calls 12 times and Song Weiyu angrily dragged him to do a paternity test that it was confirmed that this was really Fu Haitang's child.

That's right, I can only accept my fate.

At that time, Li He said helplessly: "Is it possible that in this big family of you, only the third child is a normal person?"

Li Hyuk can always wake up the dreamer with one word.

Although he is a bit stupid, he has to admit that the third child is Fu Haitang's favorite son.

He doesn't need the third child to inherit the Fu family, and he doesn't need him to learn the intrigues of Shanghai. He was given enough shares to last ten lifetimes, and he only hoped that the third child would become the most idle prince in the capital.

……

At this moment, Fu Haitang crossed his hands and wanted to twist the ring out of habit. The empty feeling in his hands made him feel painful.

In fact, he has been in pain and endured it since he threw away the ring.

Over the years, every time he saw Song Weiyu standing next to Chen Fang with eyes shining, he felt pain every time.

But the wedding ring was like a pain pump, wrapping around his finger and soothing his heart.

Now that the pain relief pump is gone, the pain is slowly awakening, and every time it passes through his body, it activates the violent factor in his body.

"Song Jingming, actually you are nothing like your mother."

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In the evening, Li He returned to the hospital.

Two metal rings clinked in his pocket.

He wrapped it up and put it in the drawer, not intending to hand it over to Song Weiyu now. Human weakness: Things that are easy to obtain are always not cherished.

Entering the ward, Song Weiyu was reading documents.

He took a look and saw that the densely packed text was dizzying.

She began to numb herself with work again.

"I heard from the nurse that you cried happily today? What's the big news? Let me hear it."

Song Weiyu's chest was mostly healed by work, but he felt the crumbling feeling of brokenness again.

I ignored him and continued to look at the five-year financial statements of the Cultural Industrial Park.

"Let me guess, what makes you happy is that Fu Haitang has signed the divorce agreement? Are you going to be free?"

Li Hyuk seemed to be irritating her on purpose.

The words were like chisels, digging into the walls of her chest.

"Tsk, congratulations in advance. Congratulations to Ms. Song Weiyu for getting the most powerful... ex-husband in the capital."