Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Is she prettier than your wife?"

Under such an affectionate gaze, she couldn't help but say this inappropriate remark.

After I said that, I realized I had lost my composure. My heart was pounding, and I felt uneasy yet looking forward to his reply.

"No, there is no one in the whole capital city who is more beautiful and attractive than my wife."

Song Weiyu's heart suddenly died, and the cause of death is unknown.

The moment the man's lips touched her earlobe, she hurriedly pushed him away and said as she walked out, "Actually, there's no need to dress so grandly and beautifully today."

Fu Haitang didn't ask why and his expression remained calm and composed.

As he walked out, he saw the black suit.

Amid the colorful dresses, it was the only dark color in the room.

The suit was hanging quietly outside the closet, watching the intimate actions of the two people just now.

Even when he is not around, his clothes should still be offensive.

His plain black eyes darkened, and after taking two steps closer, Fu Haitang could clearly see the patterns and logos on the suit.

He and Chen Fang did not have their suits custom-made at the same clothing store. Song Weiyu always had suits custom-made for Chen Fang in this store, and she went there frequently.

Occasionally the shop assistants would call her Mrs. Chen by mistake.

Song Weiyu walked a distance away before he realized that Fu Haitang was still standing there, looking at the black suit.

The look in his eyes... was one of disgust and contempt.

She asked Fu Haitang, "Mr. Fu, can you tell me the name of its owner? Who is he to me?"

"Don't worry, you'll know today. Let's go."

In the corridor, Han Guanshan's men were all unconscious.

Fu Haitang put his arm around her clothes and tried to hold her hand, but Song Weiyu quietly avoided him.

Looking at the thin and pale back of the woman in front of him, he took two quick steps and put his coat on her shoulders. They both had their own thoughts.

Song Weiyu lowered his head and sat in the passenger seat.

I have to say that the passenger seat angle suits her very well. She nestles there comfortably, watching the resort slowly disappear into the distance of her sight.

Suddenly she had a feeling that she would never come back, but she immediately dismissed the idea. After all, the world was so big and there was nowhere else for her to go except here.

And today, she is going to find an answer.

She looked out the window. This was the second time she had left the resort since waking up. Everything outside was new and unfamiliar.

But his eyes were not as excited as when he first went out, but instead were covered with a layer of amber sadness.

Fu Haitang didn't say anything, drove leisurely and turned on a song.

The soothing and sad tune made Song Weiyu's heart, which was concerned about the unknown cause of death, even heavier, and it seemed that every breath he took was filled with sentimentality.

Fortunately, it started snowing outside the window, and she liked watching the snow.

"Mr. Fu, your wife has good taste."

Fu Haitang curled her lips, "Choosing a man?"

She paused, twisting the sleeves of her coat with her fingertips. "Choosing clothes. Since I met you, every outfit you wear is very decent and beautiful. I guess it was matched by your wife."

"Yes, indeed."

He was wearing a black half-turtleneck sweater today, a well-made gray suit, and a thin coat on the outside.

The whole person is elegant and lazy, and every move is very charming.

Song Weiyu never pays much attention to things that don't belong to him.

Today, I secretly took several glances at him, memorizing his broad shoulders, clean fingers, and the outline of muscles printed on his thin sweater.

In fact, she is quite narrow-minded, and things she hides cannot be taken out.

The music in the car is on loop.

She smelled the elegant and cool scent of cologne on Fu Haitang. He had good taste and it must have been chosen for him by his wife.

His wife must be the one who answered the phone today.

Snowflakes were flying outside the car, and a few of them stuck to the glass. Fu Haitang followed her with his peripheral vision and suddenly spoke.

"The person who answered your call this morning was someone who wasn't even a friend."

His sudden explanation made Song Weiyu stunned. She turned around and looked at him, "Oh, I thought it was your wife."

"She tripped on purpose and tried to fall on me, and when I dodged, I spilled the wine on myself."

Song Weiyu thought of that scene and found it quite interesting. She raised her eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Fu, look at the gentleman. Why didn't you help the lady who fell down, but hid?"

"This is a conditioned reflex. My wife won't let me help her. She is narrow-minded. If I help her, she will chop off my hand."

Song Weiyu kept looking at him. When he talked about his wife, there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and a doting light in his eyes.

She withdrew her gaze from the man's handsome profile and said, "Director Fu, could you please take me to Jingxi Hospital?"