Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Entering the banquet hall, the view suddenly widened, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sound of champagne bubbles.

Feeling Wen Ying's discomfort, Lu Cheng smiled and led her around the edge of the banquet hall, while whispering to make her happy.

Song Jingming was the center of attention as soon as he entered the scene. Businessmen from all walks of life gathered around him to inquire about his welfare, all hoping to take advantage of the Fu Group's success.

In the center of the hall, Song Weiyu was wearing a silver-white dress, holding Fu Haitang's arm, smiling and clinking glasses with people from all walks of life.

She frowned and looked at Wen Ying who was with Lu Cheng, and wanted to go up and snatch Wen Ying back, but now that Chen Fang was not around, she had no confidence to do such mindless things.

Feeling her carelessness, Fu Haitang declined other people's drinks, led Song Weiyu to the window, and asked in a place with few people: "What's wrong with my wife? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Weiyu shook his head, raised his chin slightly, and motioned Fu Haitang to look in Wen Ying's direction.

Fu Haitang frowned: "Why is she with this guy named Lu? I remember that this guy named Lu is Lu Haitian's son."

Song Weiyu nodded: "Yes, he is the mayor of Hangzhou. He is worthy of snatching his daughter-in-law from me, and he doesn't have to weigh himself."

Fu Haitang put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and his high-end suit outlined his excellent body proportions. He was already 188cm tall, and his elegant manly look became more and more intense with the passage of time.

His tone was casual and meaningful: "Love has nothing to do with weight. It just depends on feelings."

"Looking at feelings? If you only look at feelings, then the number of divorced people in this world would be as high as the moon." Song Weiyu raised his eyebrows lightly and drank the champagne in the glass.

Fu Haitang smiled very gently, calmly and handsomely, but today there was some threat: "Wife, you will understand some things even if I don't say them. You are the helmsman of the Fu family, and the two of us must be together in this life. Together. You know this matter better than anyone else."

Song Weiyu was stunned, holding the goblet tightly, his face slightly solidified: "I know."

After that, he took Fu Haitang's arm and said lazily: "Husband, we have been together for so many years, experienced so many ups and downs, and raised three sons together. I said I don't love you, do you believe it?"

"I know you love me, but I also know that you love more than just me."

Fu Haitang's always elegant and calm face finally showed a dangerous sense of severity, and he stared at the sexy and charming woman in front of him without blinking.

It was extremely quiet between the two, and the melodious sound of the piano filled the air after a while.

"Fu Haitang, we are not young anymore. The overall situation has been decided. There is no need to mention this matter again. Isn't it boring?"

"It's quite boring, but you have to know that if I wanted to touch him, he wouldn't be alive until now." Fu Haitang's tone was unusually tough.

"If he wanted to touch you, you wouldn't be alive today." Song Weiyu looked directly into Fu Haitang's eyes without flinching at all.

Both of them were silent.

More than 20 years have passed, so many changes have occurred, and no matter how deep the love is that can never be forgotten, we still have to consider the reality in front of us.

The reality before us is that Song Weiyu is his legal wife Fu Haitang, and this is the ending.

In the end, it was Fu Haitang who lowered his head first, held Song Weiyu's waist and kissed her lips gently: "I'm sorry, I won't mention it anymore. I just see him every day recently. I feel uncomfortable and I'm jealous. Wife, don't be angry."

Song Weiyu swallowed the tears in his eyes and said softly: "Fu Haitang, I will never divorce you. You should know better than anyone else."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's my fault today, don't cry." Fu Haitang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, hugged her, and coaxed her softly over and over again.

It wasn't until she raised her head and stared back at him coquettishly, and kissed him gently, that she hugged Song Weiyu's slim waist and returned to the hall to socialize.

Beside the door of the banquet hall, in the shadow where no one noticed, Chen Fang put his hands in his trousers pockets and took in everything.

But since he chose this path, he knew that when Fu Haitang was around, he would always be something she could not express.

Hidden love is like dusty moonlight, never as dazzling as the sun.

The autumn wind rustled outside the window, the night was getting late, and the banquet was halfway through.

Song Jingming seemed to be socializing, but in fact his eyes followed Wen Ying closely.

Seeing Wen Ying and Lu Cheng chatting and laughing happily, Song Jingming finally reached the limit of his endurance, and the anger in his eyes became thicker. He pushed away everyone and walked in that direction with Wan He.

Lu Chengzheng introduced Wen Ying to several doctoral supervisors from the psychology department. They were talking and laughing, but no one noticed Song Jingming's approach.

Not far away, the dean finally caught Song Jingming, who was walking alone. He hurriedly jogged a few steps to get to him, and said with a flattering look on his face: "Mr. Song, I didn't expect you to come tonight to show your respect. Your mother came to inspect the school a few days ago. , talking about donating classrooms to schools.”

Song Jingming was blocked in his way, with a displeased look on his face. He glanced at Wen Ying who was close at hand, swallowed his saliva and said in an indifferent voice: "I know about this. I heard that you made my mother angry?"

"Oh, it's all a misunderstanding! Mr. Song..."

As the dean explained, he looked around for Wen Ying, hoping to use Wen Ying to stabilize the situation.

Finally seeing it, he hurriedly waved to Wen Ying: "Classmate Wen, come here."

Wen Ying raised her head and first saw Song Jingming standing opposite the dean. His eyes were cold and expressionless, and he didn't even look directly at her. Wen Yingxin paused and started to beat wildly.

Lu Cheng also saw Song Jingming, smiled softly and comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you. Don't forget the purpose of our visit this time."

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Wen Ying hummed, took Lu Cheng's arm and walked over. Under the light of the crystal lamp, the two of them looked well-matched and eye-catching.

Song Jingming finally raised his head and glanced at Wen Ying's flawless face. His eyes fell on the square scarf on Lu Cheng's suit. It was burgundy, exactly the same color as Wen Ying's dress tonight.

They really complement each other.

Every time she took a step closer, the red scarf became clearer, and Song Jingming's heart felt like someone was grabbing her tightly, squeezing tighter and tighter.

The dean suddenly felt something was wrong. How could Wen Ying win over Mayor Lu's son? When he looked back and saw Song Jingming's gloomy face, he suddenly thought that he had hit the muzzle of the gun.

Lu Cheng had already walked up to him, raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of provocation: "Mr. Song, we meet again."

When Song Jingming heard what he said, he remembered that the last time they met was in the parking lot of the hospital. That day, Wen met his passenger.

"Master Lu..."

Song Jingming deliberately prolonged his tone, then stared at Wen Ying, as if waiting for Wen Ying to speak.

Wen Ying met Song Jingming's probing gaze, and her body stiffened, as if she was suffocating. He quickly looked away and couldn't help but squeeze the sleeves of Lu Cheng's suit.

But no matter how many times you see someone who is attracted to you for the first time, you can never refuse. Wen Ying did not dare to bear Song Jingming's burning gaze anymore and subconsciously wanted to escape from here.

Lu Cheng felt Wen Ying's reaction, but he was not happy about her dodge. On the contrary, Wen Ying's subconscious evasion proved that she could not forget Song Jingming.

Lu Cheng's heart felt sour, and he looked at Song Jingming with a bit more hostility: "Mr. Song, it's not polite to keep staring at my girlfriend."

"Haha, if you look at Mr. Lu for a few times and you are so jealous, what if you know that I have seen more than just him?"