Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He was like a wild leopard in chains, and as the knots loosened, his wildness gradually returned.

The rope fell loosely to the ground, but Fu Haitang still held on to the armrest of the chair tightly, using his remaining sanity to restrain himself.

He didn't want to hurt himself in front of Song Weiyu, and didn't want her to see him in such a miserable and depraved state.

"I beg you, please get out... don't look at me. Haven't you always wanted to leave with Chen Fang for so many years? Go, I'll let you go now! The farther the better!"

He roared, his eyes red and veins bulging.

Song Weiyu shook his head, his voice barely audible, "I can't bear to leave."

He couldn't help it, so he grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand and squeezed it, moved his neck, stood up, and held the chair with one hand.

The Chinese armchair was not small, but it seemed that it could not withstand a beating given the man's tall physique.

"Why did you come back?"

Fu Haitang approached step by step, with a dormant bloodthirsty anger, as if he would throw the chair at her in the next second.

Song Weiyu looked at him quietly. Instead of stepping back, he took a step forward, walked in front of him, and looked up at him.

A hand touched his hand holding the chair, "Be obedient and put the chair down first."

He didn't listen. He lowered his head and stared at the small figure in front of him, sneering as he continued to move closer until he pushed her against the wall.

A vicious voice came down: "I warned you to get out, why did you come back?"

The difference in their body sizes was too great, and it would be too easy for Fu Haitang to crush her to death. Song Weiyu said nothing, but leaned against the wall, looking at him intently with tears in her eyes.

"If you're scared, get out of here."

His voice was low and broken, like a rusty knife scraping across Song Weiyu's delicate skin, and he saw her trembling slightly.

He threw the chair away with a sneer, turned around, and couldn't help but grab the flesh on his chest and abdomen. His muscles were tense and bulging. Only self-abuse could suppress the urge of addiction.

A soft body pressed against his back, and small hands wrapped around his waist, stopping his self-abusive hands.

"Fu Haitang, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"If I had told you earlier, would it have changed anything? You would still be willing to die for Chen Fang."

A man in this state spoke without mercy, and every word he said pierced Song Weiyu's heart.

It really can't change anything.

Her heart sank. There were only seven days left before the divorce would be formally finalized.

If nothing unexpected happens, Han Guanshan will show up after her divorce. He has not yet taken revenge and his hatred has not been resolved, so he will never resign himself to his fate.

Didn't Li He say... If we get the formula and detailed development process, there will be hope to quit. This thing must be in Han Guanshan's hands.

Seven days, Fu Haitang, I can still kiss you for seven days.

She kissed the man's back gently, her warm lips sliding across the skin he had scratched, and she felt the man gradually stiffen.

Her hands were forcibly pulled apart by Fu Haitang. He turned around and pressed her wrists against the wall, leaning over and pressing down, "Pity me?"

Song Weiyu curled the corners of his lips, his slightly red eyes lingering on him like silk threads, "I still owe you an answer tonight, don't you want to hear it?"

Want to listen.

However, the addiction that his body was clamoring for reminded him that everything had been missed dramatically.

If he can't quit, his central nervous system will continue to be attacked, and he will slowly be tortured into a madman, maybe in five years, or maybe just three years.

A toxic lunatic who is despised by everyone...haha.

Fu Haitang slowly raised his big hand and pinched Song Weiyu's neck.

Under her fearless and bright eyes, the tiger's mouth gradually tightened until she couldn't breathe.

She did not struggle from beginning to end. She raised her right hand while suffocating and gently stroked his brow, the corner of his eye, and his cheek...

She happened to see her wedding ring, and suddenly felt that it would be good to die like this. Dying in Fu Haitang's arms was better than dying in...

But she can't die now, can't be sad, and can't be soft-hearted.

Because of her Mr. Fu, this is her only chance.