Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

she cried.

"I'm sorry, if I had been more determined that year..."

Chen Fang held her back and stroked her hair to comfort her: "Back then, I knew you had difficulties. If you abandoned the company and left, what would happen to the tens of thousands of employees? If you left, the company would not be able to survive that situation. crisis."

"Chen Fang, I'm going with you now. Is it still too late?"

Of course it's too late, it's too late.

Now the name Song Weiyu has a blood connection with the Fu family.

And if she really gets divorced, it will be a joke for half of the capital to watch Fu Haitang.

Chen Fang gently wiped her tears and looked at her crying pitifully.

No matter how distressed he was, he had to endure it. He took a half step back, pretended to smile, and pulled her out of his arms.

Looking at her misty eyes, he said: "I know you have him in your heart. You want to leave with me just because you are angry. Go back. I will pick you up to take you to the company tomorrow. Be obedient..."

Song Weiyu looked at him puzzledly with tears in his eyes.

But he didn't dare to look at her again, half pushing and half holding her close to the door control, pressed his fingerprints, and the door opened.

He sent her in, turned around and got into the car.

The door was closed, and only the sound of the access control equipment echoed in the air: "Fingerprint unlock: Mr. Chen, welcome home."

……

In the courtyard, Song Weiyu was still in a daze facing the closed door. She sobbed and shed more and more tears. She stretched out her hand and slapped it on the cold bulletproof door. Her voice was choked and she sobbed aggrievedly: "Chen Fang, Chen Fang..."

The housekeepers and nannies in the courtyard watched from a distance and did not dare to approach. This was the first time they saw Song Weiyu so fragile.

A butler ran back to the inner hall: "Sir, your wife is crying at the door. Do you... want to go and take a look?"

Fu Haitang was in the shadows, and there was no light in the room. Taking advantage of the residual light shining through the window lattice, the housekeeper could barely see his gloomy face.

"Of course she will cry when she returns to a home she doesn't want to go back to and sees people she doesn't want to see." Fu Haitang's voice was cold and cold, echoing faintly in the house.

Inside the gate, Song Weiyu had cried enough. She wiped her face and did not turn around and go back to the house. Staring at the combination lock on the door, he seemed to have made a lot of determination and stretched out his hand to press his fingerprints.

"The door is open"

The automatic door slowly opened, but his car was not outside.

Song Weiyu opened his mouth and looked at the empty ground in front of him dumbly.

Huge emptiness and helplessness came over her. She squatted down, hugged herself tightly, buried her always proud head in her arms, and cried even more fiercely and sadly.

he's gone.

Twenty years ago, he was waiting for her at the door of Fu's house, and she was too worried to walk towards him; now she stepped out regardless, but his car was just to take her home.

The automatic door closed again.

After an unknown amount of time, she became tired from crying. She stood up unsteadily, feeling dizzy. She kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot to the inner hall, wiping her tears.

Along the way, the exquisite and elegant street lights shone on her lost body. She was like a thin fallen leaf, swaying.

The inner hall was dark.

She reached out and turned on the light. The warm moon-white light shone on a room of huanghuali furniture and also on Fu Haitang, who was sitting on the master's chair in front of her.

He was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, his gray suit open, revealing a fitted shirt and vest underneath, and his legs crossed.

He didn't look at her, only staring at the porcelain cup that was being played with on his fingertips. The wedding ring glowed with strange fire on his middle finger.

Song Weiyu raised his eyes slightly and saw his expressionless face, still handsome and graceful, and his eyes... were as deep and dark as when they first met.

Her eyes were dry and painful. She lowered her head and tried not to let the light enter her eyes, and walked towards the main room at the back.

Fu Haitang put down the tea cup, but still didn't look at her.

But Yu Guang... is too cheap to chase after him.

She was barefoot without high heels, and she suddenly lost most of her strength. The figure was thin and had red and swollen eyes, like a scared kitten, walking around the base of the wall.

It seemed like she was avoiding him on purpose.

Although Fu Haitang put on layers of hard armor before returning home, at this moment her thin and broken figure was still being attacked like a hail of bullets.

She went back to her room without an explanation.

Just passing by, beat him to a pulp.

Fu Haitang slumped in the master's chair and suddenly sneered. He blinked quickly to clear up the mist in his eyes. He stood up and went back to his room.

She's not in the house?

Fu Haitang frowned, and the suppressed evil in his heart swelled. He slammed the door and walked to the east wing.

Before entering the house, I heard her intermittent crying. Fu Haitang's eyes were mixed with anger, and he opened the door. He wanted to question her...

He strode into the door, said harsh words to his lips, and then swallowed them back.

She was curled up in the corner beside the bed, her face buried in her legs, shivering, and crying until she was out of breath. The whole person seemed to be wrapped in huge pain and couldn't survive.

Fu Haitang thought of a thousand words to say in response to her, but none came up.

The wardrobe in this room is full of black suits. So even if you cry, you have to stay in Chen Fang's room.

His face gradually became colder, and his voice also had a hint of coolness.

"Song Weiyu, why are you coming back? I really thought you were going to sleep with him tonight..."

"So? Do you want to come back and divorce me?"

Song Weiyu said nothing and was still crying, as if he wanted to shed all the tears he had held back for half his life.

Could it be that she felt so uncomfortable being by her side? Fu Haitang frowned, not sure whether it was anger or sadness. He looked at her huddled body and clenched his fists.

"Song Weiyu! Why are you crying! What the hell are you crying for!"

"Crying that you and Chen Fang have an unending love? Or do you want to cry until you force me to let you go?"

He said the last few words through gritted teeth, then grabbed Song Weiyu and forced her to stick to him.

But her eyes were full of sadness, and her eyelashes were wet with so many tears.

Suddenly, he smelled the lingering smell of smoke on her body. Or maybe it's the smell of that car.

In short, it smells like another man.

His uncontrollable jealousy was like dark clouds before a rainstorm, dense and layered. All pressed into this man's room.

Fu Haitang picked her up and went directly to the bathroom in Chen Fang's house without returning to the house. Put her in the bathtub, turn on the warm water and spray it on her.

"Song Weiyu, please wash away his smell for me..."

As he increased the pressure, the water sprayed on Song Weiyu's face, neck, and chest from top to bottom... She choked a few times and coughed, looking pitiful like a drowning animal in the large bathtub.

Fu Haitang looked at it coldly, feeling distressed at the same time but enduring his distress at the same time. As if forcing himself to hurt her would give him some satisfaction.

"Fu Haitang, let go..." Her voice was trembling and she couldn't even speak.

He endured the huge pain in his heart and did not let go. The first time, he hurt her body and attacked her dignity.

Song Weiyu clung to the edge of the bathtub, huddled together and shaking uncontrollably. His face was pale and his lips were blue.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

Suddenly he discovered that the water had no heat. His heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he touched the water sprayed by the high-pressure shower with trembling hands.

In the late evening of autumn, the water is extremely cold and biting.