Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The bright light shone on Fu Haitang's tall body, making it difficult to see the original color of the gray suit vest on his shoulders.

Maybe it was too dazzling, so Song Weiyu glanced away.

Didn't look at him again.

She turned her face sideways, like a little lion hiding in the arms of a male lion, and pressed her whole body into Chen Fang's arms, still interlocking their fingers.

Although his eyes were not on Fu Haitang.

But she could feel the light coming from Fu Haitang's eyes, like thorns, stinging her whole body.

She is like an actor, interpreting the 'choice' vividly.

Fu Haitang didn't expect that he could be so calm at this moment.

And my heart doesn't hurt at all.

It was just empty. He looked down and saw that his chest had become a dry well, dark and empty.

—

It turns out heartbreak feels so good.

She slapped his heart to pieces. It was so broken that it couldn't stick together, so it didn't hurt anymore.

"Song Weiyu, you have been wronged by following me for 30 years."

"Mrs. Fu, congratulations on throwing away this identity that has restricted you for half your life."

Fu Haitang raised his stiff arms, raked the hair that fell on his forehead to the back of his head, and swallowed.

Picking up his gray suit, he watched her quietly nestling in Chen Fang's arms.

His eyes slid from her smooth forehead to her eyebrows, lingering for a moment and then to her earlobes, then to her mouth and neck.

Finally, it was fixed on her finger, the white mark left by the ring.

This is the only mark on her that exists because of him, and it will eventually disappear with time.

A month? Two months?

Who knows.

He smiled with relief, as elegant and noble as before, turned around and walked into the elevator.

"Then, I wish Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen a happy marriage and a long life together."

Smooth sound waves passed through the air and hit Song Weiyu's body hard, echoing repeatedly and layer by layer.

Fu Haitang entered the elevator and turned around to take one last look at her.

But she was already buried in Chen Fang's arms.

The face that he had loved for half his life, no, for his whole life, was buried in Chen Fang's chest.

He couldn't see anything.

Chen Fang frowned a little. He hugged the person in his arms, patted her back with his palms, and glanced back at Fu Haitang.

This determined look told Fu Haitang that he would never let go again in this life.

There was no delay in the elevator door, it closed decisively. I still remember that last time, the two men were standing in opposite positions.

—

Fu Haitang's lonely figure stood alone in the car.

Stretching out his hand, his fingertips landed on button 1, and then paused in the air.

Still pressed it.

She desperately wants a divorce, and it would be too boring to argue with her anymore, wouldn't it?

Looking at the rapidly decreasing numbers on the elevator screen, Fu Haitang didn't want to think about that unfamiliar woman anymore.

For 30 years, he held, hugged, and coaxed her with both hands, and he raised her to a person who loved her so much that she was willing to give up everything, just to keep him safe. '

How on earth could she say these words that could kill someone without any trouble on her face?

She just has no heart!

No, she has intentions. Didn't she say just now that her intentions were gone?

Okay, that’s fine.

It's such a difficult thing to raise, so let's leave it to Chen to raise it.

Can a cold and hard man like him distinguish between hundreds of bottles of cosmetics of hers? He can fight one against a hundred with a gun, but will he prepare a freeze-dried facial mask for her? His hands are full of calluses, why can't he scrape all the burrs out of her silk, Su embroidery, and Sichuan brocade?

She attended the cocktail party, took out a pink dress and an even pinker dress, and asked you what's the difference between the two?

Which one looks better to you?

If you say it looks good, she will immediately throw it to the ground and tell you that you don't love her anymore.

I will serve you to death!

More than that!

Song Weiyu was generous and elegant outside, but when she closed the door, she cried, fussed, jumped up and down, and had to apologize to her even if the moon wasn't round.

You have to report to her if the sea water becomes salty.

If she's not happy, she'll lie on the bed like a fish jumping out of the sea, turning over and over to be coaxed.

Every now and then, he would take the nail polish and apply it all over his fingers. If she wasn't allowed to apply it, she would cover her eyes and pretend to cry. After applying it, she would immediately raise her eyebrows and laugh, saying, "Husband, please help me test the color."

Keep it up, I won’t kill you!

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The elevator had already reached the first floor, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

I don't want to think about that heartless woman anymore, but once again, I unknowingly fall into the memories of her crying, laughing, making noises.

These memories of her being arrogant and unreasonable and making trouble for him were actually sweeter than icing sugar.

In fact, she was very capable of enduring hardships, and she never cried out when she was wronged. She was full of good Chinese qualities.

It was him who spent more than 20 years personally developing this arrogant look for her.

It was he who spoiled her so much that she smelled bad, and he thought her fragrance would kill people.

He couldn't help it, he just liked her coquettish yet domineering look, and he liked to see her being domineering in the capital while others dared not speak out in anger.

Who told her to be Fu Haitang's wife?

Who told her to be the biological mother of the three young masters of the Fu family?

—

Until the elevator closes again, the lights in the car automatically go out.

Fu Haitang just came back to his senses. Those sweet memories just now were also broken, leaving only frost covering his body.

He wanted to press the door button, but his eyes were filled with moisture.

I thought for the last time silently: Should I call her Mrs. Chen next time we meet?