Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The pale light from the ceiling pressed down on his broad shoulders, and the delicate lines on the gray suit seemed to be frozen.

The pen tip stayed at the signature for a long time, creating a heavy black spot.

He lowered his eyes and stared at that place, like the smallest black hole in the world, but it sucked away all the light in his life.

I wanted to raise my eyes to look at her, but I was afraid that if I saw her red eyes stained with water, I would drop the pen and run away.

He was still staring at the black dot, and kept telling himself to sign his name quickly.

Thinking of what she said, 'Of course I don't regret being able to go to him.'

Go to him without regrets.

What about leaving me? Will you regret it?

He picked up the pen and wrote the next word "Fu", stopped at the place where it connected with the next word, and turned to look at her.

As expected, she had tears in her eyes, staring closely at the tip of his pen. Clear tears accumulated in her eyes and had already rolled down, but she did not let him stop writing.

Fu Haitang's eyes followed her tears across her cheeks and stayed on the bite marks on her lower lip.

It wasn't there when I came out of Fu's house, it was what was left in Chen Fang's car just now. She couldn't wait to run towards Chen Fang, just like that night downstairs in the hospital, when she stepped on broken glass to chase him.

The bite marks on his lips and the wounds on his feet simultaneously stabbed Fu Haitang's chest, which was already numb with pain. Over the years, he gave her whatever she wanted, but he didn't give her this free divorce certificate.

He no longer wanted to struggle.

The tip of the pen flicked across the paper, and the words were written in black and white. Without spending a penny, he paid for sustenance to sustain his life.

"There is a thirty-day cooling-off period, and you have to apply for a divorce certificate within thirty days after the expiration. If you do not come to collect it after the time, the divorce application will automatically be deemed to have been revoked." The staff said mechanically and repeated it hundreds of times a day.

He was too lazy to listen, threw away his pen, stood up and walked out of the office.

—

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, A Xiao approached Chen Fang and whispered: "Boss, someone was indeed following Fu Dong's car just now, but he turned away halfway."

Chen Fang nodded.

Ah Xiao then asked: "Do you need to find out who sent it?"

"No, I already know who it is." The stalker probably left after the phone call was hung up.

The organization does not allow Song Weiyu to leave the Fu family. If he did not give the leader a reason to approve Song Weiyu's divorce on the phone, then... Fu Haitang would not be able to arrive at the Civil Affairs Bureau today.

Let her successfully divorce because of her own selfish desires. Now that he has decided to marry him, he can no longer be a dead soldier who leaves his life and death to the organization.

In the first half of his life, he had responsibilities on his shoulders, and his lover could only be in the arms of others.

But now that he has witnessed her risking her life and death in wanting to accompany him in both advancement and retreat, how could he be willing to let her go again.

So for the rest of his life, he wants both responsibility and love.

Gu Zhen stood on the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau and waited for Song Weiyu to sign and come out. Chen Fang called and said, "I asked you to prepare another divorce agreement. When she comes out later, replace it."

"Don't worry, boss, I know how to do it."

Chen Fangyuan looked at Gu Zhen's figure with deep eyes. A Xiao hesitated and said: "Boss, can Gu Zhen be trusted?"

"It's not trustworthy. Keep an eye on her. She will be useful in the future."

—

The divorce agreement must be made in triplicate, and one copy must be kept with the Civil Affairs Bureau. What Gu Zhen needs to replace is his job at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Song Weiyu stood up and chose to take the copy that Fu Haitang signed last. The black dots on it were not yet dry.

The road from the innermost window to the gate is very long, and there are two turns. This may be to give every couple who comes here a chance to go together for the last time.

She walked slowly out, and at the second turning, she saw Fu Haitang's broad back.

He put his hands in his trousers pockets and walked slowly.

Song Weiyu looked at him, his eyes moving from his shoulders to his back, then to his waist, to his legs, his eyes gradually became gentle, with the final lust.

Every part of this man was so perfect that no flaws could be found, but from this moment on, he no longer belonged to her. Who will it belong to? She didn't even dare to think about it, because she thought that he would appear in front of the public with another woman in the future, would call others Mrs. Fu dotingly, and would give all his tolerance and love to another woman.

She felt so distressed that she couldn't breathe.

Whether it was possessiveness or love, she couldn't tell. She only knew that when he signed the last word, a string broke in her heart.

"Fu Haitang." She called softly, and there was a faint echo in the empty corridor.

The tall figure in front stopped suddenly, did not turn around, just stayed in place.

She subconsciously called out his name, but she didn't know what to say. All she could do was get stuck in her throat and push it back into her chest.

"sorry."

It’s not that I’m sorry that I gave up on this marriage halfway, it’s that I’m sorry that my love for you was too slow.

If you had seen clearly earlier, you would not have been left alone in the corridor outside the door for so many dark nights, holding a hairpin and crying.

Fu Haitang sneered coldly, ignored her, and continued walking forward. Sorry for what? I'm sorry you don't love me anymore? Are you going to run towards your true love? Are you going to share life and death with your true love?

Sorry is the most useless thing in the world.