Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The temperature in the office has been controlled at the optimal 21 degrees, which makes the sunlight shining on her back feel a little redundant and slightly scalding.

Like her belated regret.

She wants to say that I know everything, she wants to say that I actually can’t let you go, she wants to say that I...

I can only think about it.

Pressing down the waves in his heart, his face showed calm indifference: "Then Fu Dong should be able to understand how important he is in my heart, right? From the moment he appeared when I committed suicide in despair 28 years ago, in this life, No one can surpass his place in my heart.”

Finally she knew she was lying by looking into his eyes.

Fu Haitang frowned slightly, took two steps closer, and stared into her eyes. He tried to see through her eyes, and approached her step by step: "I understand, I understand so well. So these years, I let him stay by your side, no matter what. People in the entire capital say that Chen Fang is Song Weiyu’s man! I still have to pretend not to hear others poking at my spine and saying: So what about Mr. Fu, he still can’t capture my wife’s heart.”

He smiled with self-sarcasm in his eyes, laughing at his ridiculous bottom line.

Song Weiyu's courage to look at him just now was immediately worn away by his words. She turned her eyes away and looked somewhere in the void, trying to ignore his desperate and struggling eyes.

"Song Weiyu, don't you dare to look at me now?"

He came closer again, the scent of shower gel hit him, and there was no distance between them. Fu Haitang held her chin with one hand and forced her to look at her.

"I didn't do Song Jingming's paternity test back then, not because I believed in you more. It was because I knew! If I had done it, no matter what the result was, it would have hurt you and your son."

"I...I regretted not being able to protect you. How could I possibly hurt you again?"

He pressed these words into Song Weiyu's heart word by word. He conveyed the confusion and anger in his eyes to her at all.

He loves her with all his heart, not because of guilt, not because of habit, not because of family.

I just simply love her.

Love her very much, just love.

Fu Haitang's thumb rubbed her smooth skin, love and hate intertwined. It was hard to say who could overwhelm the other at this moment.

Or maybe, the deeper the love, the greater the hatred.

He wanted her to know that for so many years, he had been giving, those contributions that he had never said aloud, those contributions that he regarded as a habit, those contributions that were ignored by her, those contributions that were deliberately invisible to her.

At this moment, he had to let her know everything.

If she wants a divorce, then divorce her clearly!

Song Weiyu felt like someone was stabbing her heart with a sharp knife. Every time he said a word, she was cut and her heart was missing.

It hurts like hell, but I still have to pretend to be calm.

Now she really felt that she was used to acting like she wasn't in love.

"Fu Haitang, we have come this far, is it still necessary to say this?" Her eyes as she looked back were shimmering with water, covering the traces of the performance in her eyes.

"It's necessary, of course it's necessary. Aren't you crying for me? Tell me, what is this?"

Fu Haitang raised the corners of his lips with an arrogant and sarcastic smile, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that sneaked out of the corners of her eyes, and crushed her tears with his fingertips, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

Feeling his warm fingertips brushing across the end of his eyes, Song Weiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly and he knocked his hand away.

"I can only count it as gratitude. After all, Fu Dongming knew that I didn't love you and still treated me so well. I was still a little moved in my heart. Also, don't mention the past anymore. I just want to divorce as soon as possible and then Move forward with the one I love.”

Yes, she has to move forward. There is still a very difficult road waiting for her ahead of her.

On a thorny road, the fewer people walking on it, the better. Chen Fang was already on the road, and she decided to arrive soon. But Fu Haitang, don’t come.

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Fu Haitang took back his hand, put it in his trouser pocket, stood up and looked out the French window.

The sunlight was still strong, but it just couldn't shine on him.

He squinted his eyes, covering up the depth and exploration in his eyes, and said meaningfully: "Song Weiyu, do you really not love me anymore?"

"I want you to tell the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Weiyu's heart suddenly collapsed, and his eyes looked at him without focus.

A ray of sunshine was shining on Fu Haitang's deep eyebrows and eye sockets, and those brown eyes hid a light that she couldn't understand.

If you tell him the truth, he will never bother you again?

Fu Haitang turned his head slightly and looked at her stunned face and eyes that had lost cohesion.

He knew her too well. This expression showed that she was hesitating. Was she hesitating whether to let him go? Still hesitating whether to love him more?

Fu Haitang stood there, his palms sweating. He waited patiently, waiting for her truth, waiting for a real answer.

The eyes of the two people stuck together across the air, confused and entangled in this bright space.

It seems that the other person has infinite attraction on him. He obviously wants to look away, but he can't take it back at all.

Fu Haitang followed her eyes, leaned closer, and touched her cheek with his palm. Thinking, it's better to seduce her a little more. Every time she gets dizzy from being kissed, she tells the truth.

He leaned down with his eyes locked on hers, his lips slowly came closer, and when he breathed lightly on hers, she was still stunned and didn't resist.

The tossing and turning deepened, slowly exploring and provoking the strings in her heart. Watching her eyes gradually blur, listening to the vague hum in her throat.

His hands slowly soothed her hair and soothed her emotions: "Be good, tell me, do you still love me?"

The tide of love broke through the embankment, Song Weiyu panted lightly, looking at the noble and elegant man in front of him through the mist in his eyes. "I……"