Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Anyway, when I saw Fu Haitang like this today, I knew... he wouldn't live long.

With Fu Haitang's love for Song Weiyu that was so deep that it infuriated both humans and gods, he would never choose to selfishly tie her to his side and watch him die in his last days.

He would definitely leave quietly and would not even reveal the fact that I was using his name.

What's more, he would endure the pain in his heart and tell Song Weiyu from the bottom of his heart as if leaving a will, that for the rest of her life, she should listen to her husband and live a good life. If she is angry, she should tell her husband in time and don't keep it in her heart...

"Do you regret it?"

Chen Fang sat at a position where he could look directly at Song Weiyu and asked Fu Haitang, "Do you regret going abroad for that surgery for her?"

Fu Haitang saw himself in the giant mirror beside him, looking haggard and old due to illness. Compared with Chen Fang, who was nourished by love and seemed to be in the prime of life, he already had an unconcealable aging look.

A man's inferiority complex will always be magnified countless times in front of an outstanding rival in love.

Even though Fu Haitang had an unattainable background and was unstoppable in the business world throughout his life, reaching that station represented top power and prestige.

But now, the mirror revealed his naked sadness and cowardice.

"Do you think I will regret it?" he asked back somewhat ridiculously.

"Of course you won't regret it. What you really regret is that you allowed her to follow me and leave the capital four years ago. In fact, if you hadn't been so stubborn, you would be the one staying with her now."

Song Weiyu pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation here, but she knew that she was deaf in one ear and could not hear it no matter how hard she tried.

She pouted and looked over. Chen Fang smiled at her soothingly and raised his hand to hook his fingertips.

She immediately brought the teapot over and said, "Honey, what are you talking about? Can I sit down and listen?"

Chen Fang rubbed her fingers and said, "Go, the clothes in the washing machine are done, hang them up for your husband. Then press the start button on the rice cooker. Finally, think about what dishes you want to eat, and I'll cook them for you later."

Song Weiyu moved slowly and went to work reluctantly.

From beginning to end, she paid no attention to the strange man's hot but hesitant eyes.

After she walked away, Fu Haitang dared to ask, but his voice had cooled to the point of exhaustion: "Why did she lose her memory again? Why did she call you Fu Haitang? Chen Fang, you know, I can't take her back, so I want to hear the truth."

"because……"

For the first time, Chen Fang saw the helpless compromise in Fu Haitang's eyes. He smiled bitterly: "Do you still remember that four years ago, Li He asked you if you wanted to know the true condition of Song Weiyu? At that time, you were hurt badly by her, and your mind was full of how to get rid of your love for her, so you said you didn't want to."

Chen Fang paused, twisted the teacup on the table, and took a sip of the mellow black tea in the cup: "Her real illness is that she will continue to lose her memory countless times for the rest of her life. Every time she wakes up, she has to accept this strange world in panic and helplessness. After a few months, she faints again, wakes up, and loses her memory again..."

After hearing this, Fu Haitang's eyes turned red and he froze in disbelief.

He was trembling but unable to utter a word. There was a strong smell of blood choking deep in his throat. He tried his best to suppress it and swallowed hard.

Chen Fang looked at his pale face, and without waiting for him to ask, he took the initiative to continue explaining: "As for why she calls me Fu Haitang, you have no idea how ridiculous it is. Every time she wakes up, she remembers nothing. She has completely forgotten her relatives, son, and friends. But! Every time! The first thing she asks me when she opens her eyes is: Fu Haitang, are you Fu Haitang?"

Chen Fang drank the remaining tea in the cup, looked at the azure bottom of the cup and smiled helplessly: "This tea is really bitter."

Fu Haitang pursed his lips tightly. He wanted to breathe, but he forgot how to breathe; he wanted to speak, but his throat was stuck with blood and he couldn't utter a word.

Only those eyes that were always full of affection were still shining, but it was a pale bloodshot light.

"I won't keep you for dinner, go back, and have a safe trip."

Chen Fang stood up and rolled up his sleeves as he walked to the kitchen. "Wife, I'll make you whatever you want to eat. Come here and help me."

"I know. I'll be right there."

Fu Haitang could no longer hear the natural and intimate conversation between the two people behind him. His wrists were shaking so much that the black tea in the cup spilled out. He slowly put the cup into his mouth.

He seemed to have used all his strength to open his mouth, but he didn't expect that before he could even take a sip of the tea, the blood in his chest flowed down his heart, lungs and throat and overflowed into the teacup.

Fu Haitang quickly took out a tissue and wiped the blood off his lips.

She stood up and wanted to say goodbye, but she saw Song Weiyu holding a carrot excitedly in the kitchen, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits. "Hubby, I'm not picky about food anymore. I want to eat fried carrots with meat today. Please make sure I eat it all."

"Okay, really cute."

He was like a third party who coveted other people's happiness. He looked greedily, turned around lonely, and left without looking back, which brought extra sadness and old age to this little house.