Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She stared at Fu Haitang without thinking and asked abruptly, "Am I worth it?"

"what?"

Fu Haitang took a tissue and gently wiped the tears from her face. He felt that even the soft tissue would hurt her skin.

"Am I worth all this?"

She frowned, as if blaming him for giving up so much for her and even giving up his life for her.

Fu Haitang raised her eyebrows slightly, changed a tissue and held it in her hand, "It's not worth it."

She was stunned, her lips pursed, and she started crying again with a hum.

The tissue in Fu Haitang's hand was immediately put to use, as if he knew that the person on his lap would cry after he said this.

She pulled the tissue off her face and burst into tears.

"It's not worth it! You're still so nice to me! Don't bother me... It's not worth it, why are you still depressed! It's not worth it, where did the injuries on your body come from!"

He listened as she listed his 'crimes'.

She smiled and said, "I can't control my depression, and I can't control my softness towards you."

"If I knew it wasn't worth it, I would have refrained from doing it. Then 20 years ago, I would have let Chen Fang take you away. To me, everything in this world is either A or B. If a deal is worth it, I will invest in it. If it's not worth it, I won't even bother to look at it.

But baby, you are really the only uncertainty in my life."

She was also the only losing business in his life.

Song Weiyu looked at him with red eyes, her butt still sitting on his thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist and refusing to let go.

The little nest he made with blankets was so safe, as if it could block bullets from the back. More than bullets, in this embrace, she only needed to hold tight and not worry about anything else.

But starting from tomorrow, she will have to leave this embrace that protects her from wind and rain.

Thinking of this, she curled her legs a little tighter and rubbed against his arms.

"After the divorce, I won't be able to accompany you at night. What are you going to do? Are you going to continue hurting yourself?" She bit her lips that were softened by her tears, hooked her arm around his neck, and looked at him aggrievedly.

Fu Haitang looked at her quietly, looking into her eyes.

I always feel that the affection in her eyes is not fake.

But on second thought, perhaps she would also nestle in Chen Fang's arms like this and look at him with more affectionate eyes.

"Don't worry about me. If I feel uncomfortable, I will ask Butler Zhang to tie me up in advance, and then watch these videos to distract myself. It will only take a few hours. It will be quick."

After he finished speaking, Song Weiyu had a picture in his mind.

Staring blankly at the scars and blood scabs on his chest, it was completely useless to feel sorry for him. There was only one way, which was to get the equation and the extraction process as quickly as possible.

I will return to Beijing tomorrow and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the last step of the divorce.

Will Han Guanshan come back tomorrow?

Also, why has Zhao Han disappeared recently? Hasn't she always been hanging around Fu Haitang?

All kinds of questions flooded into Song Weiyu's mind, and she just sat in Fu Haitang's arms, as if her acupoints were pressed.

Seeing that she had stopped crying, Fu Haitang raised his wrist to check the time on his watch, "Do you want to sleep in the suite next door tonight? I won't force you to sleep with me..."

Before he could finish his words, the person on his lap jumped down.

He hurried out with his cell phone.

The place in his arms where she had sat was still warm, but it was also getting colder quickly. Fu Haitang put away the small blanket that had just wrapped her and leaned against the sofa with a gloomy look in his eyes.

On the 38th floor, the suite next to it is still a fixed room.

Song Weiyu entered the password, did not go inside, but just stood behind the door and called Chen Fang.

"Come back tomorrow? I'll pick you up at the airport."

Before she could speak, the man's hoarse and tired voice came.

But at this time of night, Zongheng should have nothing to do. "Have you been busy recently? You sound very tired. Didn't you get enough rest?"

Caring for Chen Fang has become a habit ingrained in her bones and blood.

"Well, I've been doing some business with Lin Yu from Jingbei these days, and it's a bit tricky."

In the past, Chen Fang would not tell her in such detail. Even if he was afraid that she would worry, he would only say a few useless words to fool her.

But this time, he took the initiative to mention Lin Yu.

Song Weiyu felt a little strange, but there was something more important to tell him right now.

She could only tell Chen Fang about this, and only he could stop it.

"Chen Fang, I know Han Guanshan is not dead. You and Fu Haitang kept it from me for so long. Are you two planning to kill him before I know about it?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then she heard the sound of Chen Fang pacing.

Chen was hesitating whether to lie to her or tell her the truth.

The truth is, under the current circumstances, his superiors would not allow him to kill Han Guanshan directly, because he had too many secrets and many things that needed to be explained.

So in fact, the only one who wanted to kill Han Guanshan was Fu Haitang.

"Hmm..." He only gave a heavy and vague nasal sound.

"No, Han Guanshan cannot die."