Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After getting out of the elevator and turning into the corridor, Song Weiyu stopped.

"Honey, I feel really uncomfortable. I feel like I'm afraid of this place. Can we go? Besides, I don't even know Mr. Fu. Why do I have to come to see him?"

She frowned, looking reluctant, and secretly moved her feet back.

Chen Fang hooked his arm around her waist, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Let's go in and see him one last time, and then leave right away, okay?"

"Not good, not good!"

Song Weiyu suddenly raised her voice and retorted sharply, and then she covered her ears and started crying for no reason, "No! I don't want to see him... I don't want to see him!"

The voice attracted Li He, who was looking at the out-of-control Song Weiyu from a few steps away, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Chen Fang thought that she was just in a familiar place, which brought back certain memories and caused her brain nerves to be temporarily disordered and tense.

But Song Weiyu felt that she was resisting and resistant to the fact that Mr. Fu was about to die, and was unwilling to face it.

This shouldn’t be the case. I don’t even know him, so why would I be afraid of hearing the news of his death?

She hid in Chen Fang's arms and cried bitterly, clutching the clothes on his chest tightly, "I'm scared, let's go, let's go. Honey, please, we won't see him, okay?"

Li He finally sighed and said sadly: "Forget it, since she is so resistant, don't embarrass her, just take her away."

Chen Fang also softened his heart, holding her waist and turning around, "Okay, I'll take you away, we won't see him, never see him again."

But before he could take half a step, everyone was attracted by the sound. The whole family was there, as were all his friends. They had been in the hospital for who knows how many days and nights...

Everyone looked tired and sad. They didn't know how many times they had cried secretly. Every pair of eyes was red and swollen to varying degrees. They looked at Song Weiyu who was hiding like an ostrich, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

I really couldn't bear to tell her who had lost her memory that the life lying inside that was fading away was that of her lover, her husband.

But her tears were not because of Fu Haitang's gradually fading heartbeat, but because she didn't want to see him for the last time.

Everyone was unwilling to force her and acquiesced to Chen Fang taking her away.

Fu Liansong gave a bitter and cold smile and strode over to block the two of them.

His eyes were red and dark under his eyes, obviously he had not slept all night and had cried. At this moment, he looked at Song Weiyu with hatred.

"Mom, where do you want to go?"

The voice that came out was extremely hoarse, carrying a strong threat and profound reproach, and no one could hear the grievance in his heart.

Song Weiyu looked at him through tears and exclaimed in disbelief, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Liansong suddenly sneered, looking down at her with a sad look in his eyes: "You mistook me for your dad? Haha, it's a pity that my dad can never go back to such a young age."

"Mom, let's go and meet my dad and see what you did. Everyone here is soft-hearted towards you, but I really don't think that amnesia can erase all your faults."

He saw with his own eyes how Song Weiyu threw Fu Haitang at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and he also saw with his own eyes how Fu Haitang fell from the clouds to hell for the last time.

Song Weiyu tried desperately to hide in Chen Fang's coat, "Husband, is he Mr. Fu's son? Then why does he call me mom?"

Her panicked eyes were filled with anxiety, and her tears were about to drown her. She could only hold on to Chen Fang tightly to survive, burying her face in his chest.

Everyone stopped Fu Liansong and said, "Forget it, let her go. She doesn't remember anything. It's useless to force her like this..."

Fu Liansong looked around at everyone and roared through gritted teeth.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you! She has been in this situation for decades because of my dad and you! My dad is dying now, and he might die at any moment or the next! Shouldn't she go and take a look? Today, she has to go whether she wants to or not!"

The sound echoed in the long corridor, shaking everyone's hearts and lungs.

Chen Fang held the person in his arms tightly, his face tense and looking like he was about to get angry.

Song Jingming threw away the cigarette butt on his fingertips and walked over. "Take my mother in to take a look, one last look, so that my father can leave with peace of mind. He has been struggling to hold on to his last breath for the past month, and he said that we are not allowed to call my mother over, but we all know that he wants to see my mother one last time..."

Chen Fang looked at Song Jingming deeply.

Finally, he lowered his head and gently stroked the back of the person in his arms, comforting and persuading him in a low voice: "You forgot that Mr. Fu gave you a bouquet of wintersweets, and we haven't thanked him yet."

Of course Song Weiyu remembered that Mr. Fu said it was a gift for his wife.

She slowly raised her head, still holding Chen Fang's clothes tightly, and carefully glanced at Fu Liansong who was suppressing his anger.

"Is he really the son of Mr. Fu and me?"

Chen Fang stared at her motionlessly, and finally nodded: "Yes, you are the wife he mentioned."

Song Weiyu didn't dare to ask any more questions. She loosened her grip on Chen Fang's clothes. She looked up at him, with a hint of fear towards him in her eyes.

Chen Fang captured it keenly.