Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu lifted the blanket with trembling hands and forgot to put on his shoes in a panic.

He ran to the glass fence of the balcony and hurriedly stopped, stepping out step by step through the snow.

At the end of the gravel road, there was the familiar Bentley parked.

Under the warm yellow streetlight, the man stood beside the car holding up his mobile phone. There was a layer of snow on his shoulders, and a layer of halo shrouded the snow, which was supposed to be romantic.

But the man's displeased brows furrowed slightly as he looked at her deeply.

"Why are you back? Aren't you supposed to be in Hong Kong..."

"Yeah, I don't even know why I risked the extremely low visibility of the plane and rushed back to see you."

Song Weiyu held the phone and looked at him across the snow.

Even though planes are grounded, he wants to go back. Is he crazy?

"Fu Haitang, you don't want your life, why do you have to come back?" She held her hand on the upper edge of the glass enclosure, and her upper body unconsciously leaned out slightly.

The man downstairs snorted with a half-smile. The streetlight was behind him, and his face was hidden in the half-dark shadows. "Life, do you still care about my life? In your heart, only Chen Fang's life is important."

He placed the box in his hand on the branch of the tree next to him, "Divorce gift."

The snow is a joke, the gift is a joke, and he is also a joke.

He hung up the phone, got directly into the car, turned the steering wheel and walked back onto the road he had just come from.

The high-beam headlights were on, and there were traces of a high-heeled shoe on the thin snow, as well as the marks of his car.

...Go back the way you came, completely exit her world.

Song Weiyu watched his car slowly leave, his heartache reaching an unprecedented level. This kind of pain was completely different from before.

Breathing alone could no longer support her survival needs. It seemed as if the most important thing in her life was leaving her. She was irrationally searching for reasons to keep him.

She was drunk and her steps were swaying, but she clearly remembered the contents of the document.

So Song Weiyu covered his palms and ran downstairs regardless.

She thought as she chased from the third floor to where he parked his car just now.

Chen Fang said: You have been in the game for a long time and can't get away.

Therefore, regardless of whether she loves Fu Haitang or not, and whether she divorces him or not, he can no longer live alone with Fu.

Her initial purpose of divorcing was to cut off contact with Fu Haitang in order to protect the stability of him, the company, and her sons.

But now that he is deeply involved in this situation, how can he talk about withdrawing from her world completely?

Moreover, it was because of her that he entered the game.

On the document, the four characters "until death" kept circling in her thoughts.

She couldn't bear to let Chen Fang walk alone in a hail of bullets, so she desperately walked to him.

But it turns out that the one who has been walking alone is Fu Haitang.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the street lights were turned off regularly, and for a moment, the long road that looked like a river of stars was completely dark.

Song Weiyu stood at the end of the gravel road, standing on the snow marks passed by his car, looking into the darkness.

Black and clean, he walked happily.

A gift from the first snow, no, a divorce gift lying alone on a branch.

She reached out and touched the lid of the box with her fingers. Her tears fell on the ebony wood drop by drop. She knew what it was without opening it.

It must be a hairpin.

Covering her chest with the hairpin, she squatted on the ground and sobbed, crying, and began to talk to herself.

"It's okay to leave, it's okay to leave. I have no conscience and I'm not worthy of you staying at all."

"Not only do I have no conscience, I don't even have a complete heart."

Even if she knew that Chen Fang had concealed the contents of the document, and even if she knew that Fu Haitang had pledged half of the Fu family for her at the beginning of the story, she still could not leave Chen Fang behind.

So, Fu Haitang, go and find a woman who can give you a complete heart.

I do not deserve.

When the tears were almost dry, a light suddenly lit up in front of me, and the car lights gradually approached like a shooting star along the path.

Song Weiyu's chest could hardly stop his heartbeat.

He still came back, knowing that he couldn't let her go. No matter how much trouble she made over the years, he would tolerate her.

This time, it's the same.

The ring in her palm had a mark because she was holding it tightly. She looked at the wedding ring with a smile through her tears and planned to put it back on him with her own hands.

When the car arrived, Song Weiyu's smiling mouth gradually became flat.

Not a Bentley, a Bugatti.

This gravel road is very narrow and can only be passed in one file. Bugatti can come in without any obstacles, which means that he has exited the iron gate.

Chen put down the car and walked quickly towards her while taking off his coat.

The coat with the warmth of a man was draped over her shoulders, but she didn't feel much warmth. "Why are you here?"

She tried to keep her voice clear of disappointment.

She is always meticulous about Chen Fang.

"It's 12 o'clock and you haven't come home yet." He put her in his coat and looked down at her feet which were red from the cold.

Only then did she remember that she had told him when she went out that she would be back before midnight.

"I'm sorry, I drank some wine in the villa and forgot."

Chen Fang suddenly grabbed the other end of the hairpin box in her hand, and she didn't let go. She raised her eyes to look at him pitifully.

His eyes were deep and cold, and he used his hands hard to pull the box out of her hand, and placed it on the branch nearby. Coincidentally, it was in its original position.

Song Weiyu was picked up by him. When he walked to the car, his body stretched out his arms to hook the sandalwood box without being told by his brain.

She ran her fingers across the branches and came up empty.

The Bugatti drove away from the iron gate and drove up the mountain road. The Bentley she was familiar with was like a dormant beast, hiding in the dark corner.

Fu Haitang watched her with cold eyes, wearing other men's clothes and getting into another man's car on a snowy day.

At this moment, all the snow he had fallen turned into bullets, and he died for once.