Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Yu Bin came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Fu, it's done. You can go in."

Song Weiyu couldn't hear his whispers, nor was she in the mood to think about it. She stared at his wedding ring in a daze, and let Fu Haitang lead her through many twists and turns until they reached the office.

The staff in charge knew that the couple who were coming were not ordinary people.

However, he had never seen two people getting divorced holding hands. Looking at the wedding rings on their hands and glancing at Song Weiyu, his eyes were full of curiosity and scrutiny.

It was not until Fu Haitang glared at him coldly that he hurriedly took out his tools.

Next, household registration book, ID card, signature, and fingerprint.

The last step is stamping.

At this point, Song Weiyu couldn't see anything clearly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tightly grasped the wedding ring on her hand.

From beginning to end, Fu Haitang never took his eyes off her.

Now, after experiencing it yourself, do you know what it feels like?

The staff handed it to her and she took it tremblingly. It turned out that this small booklet was the divorce certificate she had been looking forward to for more than 20 years.

Fu Haitang didn't take the certificate, but just leaned over and looked at her. She was holding the divorce certificate tightly and crying hard.

The man stretched out his big hand in front of her and pulled out the divorce certificate from her hand. "I'll keep it for you. You keep it miscellaneous. Don't lose it."

"Ah? This... isn't appropriate?" Song Weiyu, still with tears in her eyes, stared at him blankly.

"What's inappropriate about that? This is the ex-husband's duty."

"..."

Watching the two certificates being kicked into the pocket of his black coat, Song Weiyu looked at the only living person in the room - the staff - with doubts as if asking for help.

The staff member's forehead swelled and he quickly looked away, "Look at the sky, it's going to snow again."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned the snow, but as soon as he said this, Song Weiyu started crying again.

From now on, no one would watch the snow with her, no one would make a snowman for her, and no one would prepare gifts for her on the first snow.

"You're so delicate, you keep crying." Fu Haitang held her on his lap again, wiped her tears with his fingertips, and said helplessly: "You're the one who made me divorce, and you're the one who made me cry. You're so difficult to please, can Chen Fang do it?"

Over the years, Fu Haitang's legs have become like her chair.

Song Weiyu hooked her arms around his neck, lay on him and howled, "Husband..."

"Oh no, ex-husband..."

Fu Haitang was amused by her nonsense and let her hug him with her head down, her warm tears all stuck to his neck.

After coaxing for a while, he hugged the little person on his lap and spoke earnestly.

"Cry in my arms for a while longer. Don't cry when you are away from me or not by my side."

Giving her to Chen Fang was a helpless act in the face of a hopeless life.

As long as there was hope, he would not trust her to anyone else. In fact, he was not at ease leaving her to Chen Fang either...

His eyes darkened and he glanced out the window.

The dark clouds are rolling in, the cold wind is blowing, and sooner or later we will have to go out.

"Let's go. Should we call Chen Fang to pick you up? Or should I take you to Zongheng?"

Song Weiyu slowly stopped crying, stood up, put her feet on the ground, and shook her head: "No need for you to send me off, I'll ask Chen Fang to pick me up."

"it is good."

The two walked outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. Song Weiyu stopped crying, sniffed, and smiled sweetly: "This time, you go first."

"it is good."

He walked past her, with a very light and warm scent of cologne.

The hem of the coat brushed against her hand, and she subconsciously tried to grab it, but touched nothing.

Unfortunately, before Fu Haitang had taken a few steps, a large number of reporters surrounded him. There was chaos for a while, and all he could hear were the reporters' questions.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fu, are you really divorced?"

"What is the reason for your divorce? How will the property be divided?"

Fu Haitang blocked her behind him, glanced at the reporters with an oppressive look, and said in a cold voice, "Make way, let her go first, I will stay and answer your two questions."

No media reporter dared to act rashly in front of Fu Haitang.

The crowd spontaneously made way for a path, with Yu Bin leading the way. Song Weiyu lowered his head slightly to avoid the annoying flash lights.

After leaving the crowd, reporters immediately rushed to Fu Haitang.

She couldn't help but look back.

Fu Haitang stood on the steps in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, raised his eyebrows, looked at her outside the crowd, and gave her a familiar and reassuring smile.

At this moment, Song Weiyu seemed to have cried until she had no more tears left.

The surrounding trees were withered, dark clouds were pressing against the city, as if they were about to fall down, and the sky and the earth were filled with a dead atmosphere.

The world is like an old photo that has been silent and dark for many years. She is standing in the wind in a white coat and looking back. She is the only light in this photo.

Fu Haitang said to her silently: "Let's go."

Her hair fluttered, she put her hands in her coat pockets, and smiled softly. The wind blew from her to Fu Haitang, and she turned around and said to the wind, "Of course I love you."

This time, she was the one who left first.