Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

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Fu Liansong watched them leave one by one. His mother sat on the deck in a daze and hurried over.

"Mom, where's my dad? Why did he leave first? Are you cold? I'll take you back to the hotel."

Song Weiyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes calmly, took a deep breath, turned around and looked at him coldly.

Fu Liansong was very familiar with this look, otherwise, if Fu Haitang loved him so much, why would she send him abroad so early.

"Mom, did I do something wrong again? Why are you looking at me like this again..."

He was almost as tall as Fu Haitang. He hunched his shoulders cautiously and looked down at her eagerly.

"Snapped!"

Song Weiyu slapped her youngest son hard on the face.

The people who were jumping to the music around them were frightened and instantly hid away, staring at the scene in front of them with wide eyes and whispering to each other.

"Fu Liansong, go back to Beijing with your dad tomorrow. You must stay in school obediently. You must live on campus at night, on weekends, and during holidays. No matter who comes to pick you up without my permission, if you dare to leave the school, don't call me mom anymore."

Fu Liansong turned his head, his mouth was broken and bleeding. He lowered his head, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and said in a small and weak voice: "Mom, I know. Can you please not be angry?"

Song Weiyu frowned and didn't look at him.

He didn't know what he had done wrong. He held back his tears and tremblingly reached out to hold his mother's hand. "Mom, it's cold on the sea. Can I take you back to the hotel?"

"Does your hand hurt?" He carefully held his mother's hand and touched it gently.

Song Weiyu pulled his hand back and turned his back to him: "Go back to the hotel and don't go find your dad! Just stay in the room and reflect on yourself."

"What about you?"

"Fu Liansong, you've really grown up and still want to control me. Get out of here now, I don't want to see you!" Her voice became louder and louder as she spoke.

Cover up the sound of the wind, cover up the music, cover up your own pain.

Song Song looked back at her every few steps.

With the slap marks on his face becoming increasingly obvious, he returned to the hotel dejectedly.

"Your mother hit you again!!"

Li Nian was sitting in the lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby. She rushed over, held his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with heartache.

"Shao Guoren, your butt is stuck to the sofa! Go find the hotel doctor! Song Song's face is swollen!"

She was so angry that she almost fainted, and she kept muttering: "Your mother is crazy, she is crazy, she is going to abandon all the people who love her for Chen Fang."

Song Song sat on the sofa, looking up with a blank look in his eyes.

He wasn't really stupid, but his mother had always told him since he was a child: "As for you, don't worry about the company's affairs, just eat, drink and have fun. Your father will give you the shares and money, but you are not allowed to interfere in Fu's."

Recently, he also heard what the shareholders of the company said in private: "This time, Director Song gave all his shares to the eldest and second sons. Why didn't he give any to the third son?"

Why, he didn't know.

All he knew was that his mother loved and hated him.

Just like what his mother told him today when they met and asked him to learn how to manage the company, it was just a test for him.

"I'm going to fight her by the hair today!"

Li Nian was so angry that she threw away the disinfection cotton swab and was about to rush out of the hotel, but Fu Liansong hugged her waist and brought her back, "Don't make her unhappy. If she hits you, she'll hit you. My mother's little strength is like tickling. I can take it."

I scratched myself and the corners of my mouth were broken and my face was swollen.

Li Nian threw herself onto the sofa in indignation, "Her bad temper was spoiled by the men in your Fu family!"

"We don't know what she will do next. I wonder if she will kill or burn someone, but you guys will just let her do it!"

Fu Liansong's mouth hurt as he spoke, "Hiss, my mother said that we can't do anything illegal. She has a kind heart and won't kill or burn anyone."

"She has a good heart! Can she beat you up for no reason? You are 20 years old, a grown man, and she beat you up like this!"

Fu Liansong leaned against the sofa, and seemed to have lost his childishness in an instant. "I know why she hit me. In fact, she was in pain..."

on the beach.

A figure hugged his knees and huddled beside a dry reef.

She had driven away everyone around her, and now she could finally cry without restraint. Perhaps after tomorrow, no one would care whether she cried or not.

Choosing this path, she will have to walk it alone sooner or later, and even Chen Fang cannot accompany her.

It was a pity that she couldn't be with Fu Haitang on the last night. She really wanted to hug him and snuggle in his arms to have her last peaceful sleep.

I don’t know how he is doing now.

How about going back secretly to see him?

The tears on her face were dried by the wind, and her makeup was smudged. She touched her arm and felt a little cold. Her clothes and cosmetics were still in the suite on the 38th floor.

Do you want to go back and get it?