Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He had been wearing this thing for almost 4 years. It could be said that it was the belief that supported him to live a good life. How could it be gone just like that?

"Fu Haitang, where is your relic? Was it stolen by someone else?"

Li He rushed over to him, grabbed his wrist, and wanted to take a closer look.

Fu Haitang broke away from him nonchalantly, unbuttoned his shirt and went to get the wine, saying in a flat tone, "It was broken one day, and I couldn't find it anymore."

He added: "Maybe this thing really has a soul and can sense that the other one has abandoned it. So it just committed suicide."

Li He looked incredulous, and followed him around, asking him questions. "Are you feeling okay? Do you feel depressed? If you feel uncomfortable, tell me right away... so we can try another medicine."

"There is no cure for depression. I've tried so many different kinds of medicine. Forget it. I'll just live with it."

He said that he just lived day by day and didn't care about anything.

The next day, he went to the company immediately. The entire legal department stood behind him with serious faces, and he announced the will publicly to the media.

The shares, movable and immovable properties in his hands were equally divided among his two sons with the surname Fu, and 0.1% of the shares were retained as annual dividends to be used as funds for poor primary schools and college students' entrepreneurship funds.

He left half of his personal savings to Song Jingming.

Half of the savings was already an astronomical figure, so he announced that he would donate the remaining half to the World Peace Organization and the families of our country's military and police who died in drug control. He publicly promised to fully fund all living expenses and tuition fees for the children of heroes from childhood to university.

No one in the family objected.

Because all the children in the Fu family know that although the Fu family’s surname is Fu, the essence of industrialists is to strengthen the country and benefit the people.

If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world. This is a calligraphy written by Fu Haitang in Fu Liansong's office.

In these four years, Fu Liansong has grown into Mr. Fu who can stand on his own. At this moment, he stands beside his father with a calm expression, with one white hair and one black hair standing side by side.

Almost the same introverted and elegant face tells everyone that this is called teaching by example, passed down from generation to generation.

Fu Haitang cleared out the personal belongings in his chairman's office and gave them to the next generation of chairman Fu. He hugged Song Weiyu's pillow and went to live in the Winter Plum Garden.

Butler Zhang was worried about him, so he cleaned up the Fu residence inside and out, counted all of Song Weiyu's precious clothes and jewels and put them in a book, and then called Fu Chunhe and Lian Song back home.

He stood on the left side of the ancestral hall in a Chinese Tang suit, looked at the two young masters and said, "The master will not return home, but the Fu residence cannot become an empty house. From today on, the two young masters are the masters of the Fu residence. Please bring your families back to live in the Fu residence for a long time."

Steward Zhang's eyes were red, and his upright figure trembled slightly. He said in a firm and powerful tone: "Please both masters follow the traditions of the Fu family, inherit the 300-year-old family motto of the Fu family, accumulate good deeds to become virtuous, be knowledgeable and follow etiquette, establish a career to prosper the country, and strictly educate your descendants."

Fu Chunhe and Fu Liansong knelt in front of the huge family tree, their expressions showing a bit of Fu Haitang's seriousness and dullness.

The first lesson Fu Haitang taught them was not to show one's emotions, or express one's likes and dislikes.

Butler Zhang wiped dozens of tablets clean. He knew that in the near future, his master's tablet would also be placed here.

What about the lady...

Butler Zhang looked over with sorrow. Next to the tablets of every former head of the Fu family on the altar was their wives...but his master was divorced.

The Fu family's family precepts do not allow the head of the family to abandon his wife and children. Divorce is absolutely not allowed unless the woman has committed a serious fault such as destroying the business or selling out the country.

This is also the reason why the old lady had such high expectations for her only son Fu Haitang. She often said: Marrying a wife is not about appearance, but about character and morals. Your future wife can be ugly, but she must be loyal to you for the rest of her life. I will never allow you to divorce.

So, the old lady left him the wooden box and said, my infatuated and foolish son will never take the initiative to divorce, but if one day in the future Song Weiyu wants to divorce him, Butler Zhang, you must stop him!

"I'm sorry, old lady. Zhang Yonglian is useless and failed to fulfill your last wish."

After he kowtowed, he left Fu's house and went to the plum blossom garden to continue serving Fu Haitang.

Before leaving, Fu Chunhe opened the car door for him, "Uncle Zhang, please persuade my dad to come back earlier. I still have a lot of things I don't understand to ask him."

Su Jin stood beside him, holding the little boy in her arms who was three and a half years old. He had the typical almond-shaped eyes of the men of the Fu family, with the corners of his eyes raised, revealing a natural wickedness.

Steward Zhang smiled and said, "They will come back. They will all come back. I will come back too. I will teach Master Huai Xu the family motto and the rules."

Yes, I will be back.

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