Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Looking at her in Chen Fang's arms.

Li Shiyi laughed dryly: "For so many years, he, the dignified boss of the Fu family, can be said to be one of the best men in our capital, is willing to endure that his wife has someone else in mind, and he has never divorced. Tell me, why do you deserve him? ?”

Fu Haitang.

These three words made Song Weiyu's half-torn heart feel painful again.

She seemed to be able to feel that another layer of salt had been sprinkled on the bloody wound at this moment.

Times have changed, and in this increasingly comfortable era, people in the circle have forgotten that without Song Weiyu, the Fu family might have gone bankrupt 30 years ago; they have also forgotten that it was Song Weiyu who saved the Fu family from danger several times, and even more forgotten that without Song Weiyu, the Fu family would have gone bankrupt years ago. There would be no such powerful Fu family today.

Can……

She, Song Weiyu, patted her conscience and said without hesitation that she was worthy of the Fu Group and the Fu family.

Can I say with a clear conscience that I am worthy of Fu Haitang?

Not mixed with anything else, just him.

The uneasiness and restlessness along the way collapsed at this moment, and the rising dust condensed into invisible and intangible mirror flowers and water moon, and fell into her eyes.

She lowered her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be like a layer of mist, illusory and unreal, as if her soul had returned to many years ago.

In those years, Song Weiyu also tried his best to love Fu Haitang, for him to have children before marriage, for him to be made difficult and insulted, for his life hanging by a thread, and for him to risk everything...

But back then, he weighed the pros and cons again and again, and his mother refused to save him again and again.

It forced her to retreat step by step until she retreated into a hard embrace. Only then did she realize that there was a person behind her who knew she couldn't do anything but still did it.

In this person's heart, there is never a weighing of pros and cons, only the words Song Weiyu. Even if she were standing on the edge of the cliff today, he would still be half a step ahead of her.

Chen Fang's hand on her shoulders was slightly firmer, giving her the strength to support him: "I'll take you home."

Song Weiyu tilted his head when he heard the sound and looked at Chen Fang in front of him. Under his starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, there was a pair of eternal and firm eyes. These eyes... had never changed or hesitated.

He is determined, like the sun that appears on time every day.

Song Weiyu held his hand. At this age and experience, she could clearly distinguish what she loved in her heart.

Following him to the car, he turned around suddenly, stared at the frustrated Li Shiyi under the street light and said:

"I can't say I'm worthy of him, nor can I say I'm sorry for him. It's just that bystanders are used to treating the unloved person in love as a victim.

In other words, what qualifications do you bystanders have to point fingers at me, are you living a clear life? Ah…"

She put on her arrogant smile again, cast a flirtatious glance, and got into his passenger seat.

But accidentally, she caught a glimpse of the crescent moon in the blue night sky, hanging there quietly, as gentle and elegant as jade.

So, the moon is always there too?

Is it just that the sun's light is too bright and the moon is ignored?

Song Weiyu sank into the leather seat. This position was always adjusted to a comfortable angle for her. She raised her right arm to support her chin and quietly looked at Chen Fang's stern profile.

"Chen Fang, do you know? Everyone thinks that Fu Haitang is the sun and you are the moon shrouded in shadow. But in my heart, you are the sun."

Chen Fang curled his lips slightly and stroked the steering wheel with one hand. How could he not know. For so many years, people in the industry have said that he is the man behind Song Weiyu, a man whose name cannot appear at the same time as Fu Haitang.

But he knew very well that he would definitely appear in her wish when she put her hands together for the fragrance on the first day of the Lunar New Year every year.

Then she would look at him secretly under the majestic Buddha statue with her eyes shining brightly.

"But Chen Fang, halfway through my life, the overall situation has been decided. I have long been unable to escape unscathed. Now I only have half of my heart for myself, do you still want me?"

Chen Fang's right hand, which was originally resting on the operating table, stretched directly towards Song Weiyu, grasped her firmly, and interlocked with her fingers.

"Cut this half and give it to Fu Haitang. I only need a corner to stay."

Song Weiyu's eyes were instantly filled with tears.

Looking at him dimly, he was taciturn, cold and tough, and would never say a word even if he was injured. Over the years, the most devastating words he said were just those words on Yuye: "Song Weiyu, who am I?"

She said nothing and held him back firmly.

Fingers clasped together, they were silent all the way.

The Rolls-Royce lay diagonally at the door of Fu's residence, and there were still pedestrians and tourists coming and going on the roadside. They looked at the owner of the car with license plate number 8888 with inquiring eyes.

But nothing could be seen through the double-sided glass. Only through the front window could one vaguely see a man and a woman dressed in unusual clothes in the car.

Chen Fang said solemnly: "I won't go in. I'll go back to the villa tonight. You can go."

Song Weiyu raised his eyes and looked at the ancient plaque on the door - Fu's house.

I don't know why, but I hesitated.

The bloody half of my heart began to hurt suddenly again. She looked at the street in front of her door and remembered the way she left two hours ago.

So, does the half held in Fu Haitang's hand feel more guilty, or... something else?

What else could it be? She frowned and her breathing quickened.

"I don't want to go in, I'll go back to the villa with you."

She pursed her lips and frowned, covering her face with Chen Fang's suit to escape. I have never been so entangled in negotiations involving hundreds of millions, and I have never been so upset when the stock market plummeted.

Chen Fang's eyes flashed when he saw her struggling and being a bit petty.

It turned out that Fu Haitang could make her so upset... He habitually twisted the black diamond on his left ear, clenched his fist and smiled.

"go in."

Song Weiyu's dull voice came from under the suit: "Chen Fang, will you really go back to the villa?"

She lifted up her suit, and a few strands of hair were brought down to her eyebrows. She looked deeply at Chen Fang, her eyes lingering on his neat and short hairstyle and smooth and strong neck.

He didn't dare to look at her sideways.

"Chen Fang, don't think that I don't know that you will stay in the car all night."

Chen Fang was struck by her thoughts and turned around helplessly. He smiled and reached out to gently brush a few hairs away from her eyes: "Be obedient. I'll leave as soon as you get in."

Seeing the doting but helpless smile of the man in front of him, Song Weiyu felt that he really failed.

She has been working hard for half her life, but what has she been fighting for? Just fight so hard that you can't help yourself?

"Chen Fang, I don't care about anything anymore. I'm going to get a divorce." After saying that, she got out of the car.

Chen Fang opened the car door, ran after her, and pulled her into his arms. Ignoring the probing looks of passers-by, he held her tightly.

Outside the simple and high-end red wall, there is a tall black suit and a bamboo leaf flower cheongsam, two faces that amaze passers-by.

Hugging each other at the door of that mysterious ancient house.