Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Special Assistant Yu stood on the long street looking back and forth, wondering why Mr. Chen was so slow in coming to pick people up today.

Based on his personality, shouldn't he have been waiting at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau?

"Assistant Yu, please go back. I'll take a taxi and leave by myself."

"Madam, how can I let you take a taxi? I'll drive you. Wait a minute. I'll go and let Mr. Fu know first."

Song Weiyu looked at the Bentley parked under a tree not far away. Seeing her man's car on the road always gave her a special sense of security.

But now she can't have this sense of security.

"No, go back and keep an eye on those reporters. Fu Haitang needs to be alone."

"But……"

Before the special assistant could finish speaking, Song Weiyu stopped a taxi.

On the third-floor steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Fu Haitang watched her leave until the taxi she was in disappeared from sight, then she answered the reporter's first question.

"Yes, I'm divorced. As for the reason..."

Fu Haitang buttoned up his coat with one hand and looked towards the street corner. "Can't you see? I, Fu Haitang, was abandoned by my wife."

Mr. Fu was abandoned! The reporters looked at each other, hesitating whether to continue asking.

But the man standing on the steps looking at them had a cold expression filled with extreme displeasure.

Oh, there are so many questions I want to ask.

But I didn't dare say anything, and I was unwilling to leave like this.

As they looked at each other, a younger face in the crowd raised his hand and said, "Mr. Fu, may I ask how the huge fortune you two hold together is divided?"

Fu Haitang turned to look at him, smiling uninhibitedly, "She has been with me for so many years. Even if she leaves the house with nothing, her personal property is enough for her to squander for dozens of lifetimes. Does it matter how the property is distributed?"

When you think about it this way, it really doesn’t matter.

The reporter's gossipy eyes were instantly filled with naked jealousy of the capitalist class.

Someone else wanted to continue asking, but he waved his hand and went downstairs impatiently.

The crowd automatically made way for him, and reporters took pictures of his back and watched him get on the bus.

Before getting in the car, Fu Haitang glanced at the place where her taxi left. She guessed that she had already walked towards Zongheng.

But I suddenly felt uneasy, as if my chest was going up and down and out of touch with the ground as she left.

Under the current circumstances, he wouldn't feel comfortable leaving her to anyone, not even Chen Fang.

Fu Haitang held the driver's door, retracted the foot that had stepped into the door, took out the phone from his coat pocket and called Chen Fang: "Why didn't you come to pick her up? Why did you let her take a taxi to Zongheng? What if she got into an accident on the way?"

A moment of silence.

"..., Fu Haitang, it's just the two of us now, so stop pretending."

"Hehehe."

Standing next to the Bentley, his well-fitting black coat made the car look even more noble.

But the expression on his face was so gloomy that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The voice suddenly became low and oppressive, "Chen Fang, if she loses a hair during the time she has been with you, don't blame me for not cherishing our friendship."

"Then Fu Haitang, don't forget that there is only one way to stop her from going to Han Guanshan to die, and that is... you die before that."

If he died, Song Weiyu wouldn't have to focus on saving him.

Another meaning of this sentence is that Fu Haitang already knows that Song Weiyu will take the initiative to go to Han Guanshan for her.

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Let’s go back in time to the second half of last night.

Chen stood beside the bed for a long time, so long that he was frozen in the darkness.

As he was thinking, he realized one thing: no matter whether Song Weiyu went to Jingbei or to Han Guanshan, this matter could not be hidden from Fu Haitang for long.

Song Weiyu asked him to keep it a secret as much as possible, but it was totally unrealistic and he might not be able to keep it a secret even for a day.

If Fu Haitang suddenly knew that Song Weiyu had sacrificed himself for him, he would definitely go crazy, and the entire underground transactions in the capital might even be messed up by him.

A network is finally cleared up...

So, Chen Fang called Fu Haitang and told him Song Weiyu's plan.

It's just that this matter happened too urgently and was related to her, so Fu Haitang was hesitant in his strategizing because of her involvement.

I was too concerned and worried that if I lost control here, it would hurt her, and if I made a mistake there, it would endanger her.

Since he couldn't stop his health from getting worse, he couldn't just watch her walk towards Han Guanshan.

So sooner or later we will all die.

If he died, she wouldn't have to put herself in danger.

-

Dark clouds have already begun to gather, and the weather before the heavy snow is particularly dull and gray.

Fu Haitang looked at his car with deep eyes.

He looked up at the sky again, "Chen Fang, do what you promised me and protect her. If she loses a hair during this period, you will be kicked out of any mission or cooperation."

He spoke each word carefully, "When the time comes, don't blame me for not remembering our friendship."