Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang's mind went blank, and he closed the valve with his hands that lost consciousness for a moment.

He panicked and picked her up from the bathtub, and when he touched her palm, her body was as cold as ice. The expensive satin cheongsam was now clinging to her body like frost. She was shaking so much that she could not speak. Her eyes were closed as if they would break at the touch of a touch.

Fu Haitang's heart broke in frustration.

The top of his voice seemed to be weighed down by a huge stone and he was speechless. He directly tore open her cold cheongsam and took off all the wet clothes on her body. He held her tightly in his arms and quickly put her on the bed.

But even if she was covered with a quilt, she was shaking into a ball.

Fu Haitang took off his suit, opened the quilt and got in, holding her tightly to give her some warmth. His voice was trembling and regretful: "Honey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was cold water."

He gasped because of self-blame, but Song Weiyu thought he was going to do something again.

I tried my best to push him, but he couldn't. He just closed his eyes and hugged himself, curling up into a ball and not letting him get close.

"Please, not here, not here. Not in his room...please."

Her unconscious rejection made Fu Haitang paused and then went crazy.

Even after being bullied like this, she was still thinking about asking him not to touch her on Chen Fang's bed?

Fu Haitang looked carefully at the woman who was struggling and refusing in his arms. Her face was pale and dripping with tears. Her charming peach blossom eyes were slightly closed, and there was a faint trace of water under her eyes. She was nervous and trembling, but she still shook her head and shouted unconsciously. Say 'don't'.

Feeling distressed and regretful, but no match for the jealousy that was growing crazily at this moment.

These thorny vines of jealousy emerged from Fu Haitang's heart, and quickly covered his body with blood, even spreading to the entire bed.

The jealousy and desire all over his body nourished these vines. He turned over and pressed her under him, shackled his wrists and asked:

"Song Weiyu, in front of me, the most important thing you say is no. Then who do you want? Do you want him!"

Each word was spoken slowly and forcefully, like a long nail piercing the person beneath her, nailing her firmly to this bed.

"Speak! Who do you want?" He roared violently and in a low voice.

"Mrs. Fu, have I indulged you too much? What makes you think you can do without me?"

……

"Let go... let go, Fu Haitang... I want to divorce you!"

After 20 years, she finally said these two words again. She didn't drink, but she was struck unconscious by everything that happened tonight.

She wants nothing at this moment, not Fu Haitang, not Chen Fang!

She doesn't want any man, money, status, power, love, or marriage.

Fu Haitang was irritated by her words, "Divorce? Have you finally spoken out what's in your heart? Divorce me and go with him? Really..."

He pushed her knees away expressionlessly, pressed her wrists with one hand, and unbuttoned her belt.

"Don't touch me! Um..." Before she finished speaking, Fu Haitang covered her lips and swallowed her hurtful words.

He didn't want to hear this, he had to hear her muffled moans, her hoarse voice calling 'husband', and her continuous pleas for mercy.

Especially on this bed.

Song Weiyu couldn't resist his absolute power, so she could only bite her lips and use the pain to resist the most primitive human pleasure coming from underneath her body.

He became more and more outrageous.

She held on to the last bit of consciousness and spoke, but still moaned: "Um...um...um, not here, please, um...don't be here."

The smell of Chen Fang's cologne on the sheets was always permeating the tip of her nose. She couldn't avoid it and was extremely desperate.

But at this moment, the vines nourished by possessiveness on Fu Haitang's body have firmly bound the two of them to this bed.

He kissed her neck and asked:

"Song Weiyu, tell me. Why did he send you in and you went out again? Why on earth did you chase him out?"

She had her eyes closed tightly before opening them suddenly, panicked and confused.

It turned out that the strange last words Chen Fang said to her tonight were because he knew Fu Haitang was watching the surveillance.

He stood in front of her and stepped back willingly for her.

In an instant, various emotions entered Song Weiyu's mind. They were so mixed that she was left with only calm.

Fu Haitang looked at the confusion and dullness in her eyes, and his eyes were even sharper and deeper: "Mrs. Fu, do you still have time to think about other things now? Huh? Are you too inattentive?"

"Ah! Well..."

Song Weiyu screamed, panting deeply and reaching out to push him.

He looked at her increasingly moist and blurred eyes, satisfied with the sound escaping from her throat, and continued to ask: "Are you disappointed that you didn't see him when you went out?"

After Fu Haitang asked, he reached out a hand to reach for the suit beside the bed, took out his mobile phone and opened it. Force her to look at the phone screen. "Honey, did you see it?"

It’s ultra-clear surveillance at the door.

Fu Haitang did not show her the replay, but the synchronized picture at this time.

"Song Weiyu, he's not outside the door, do you think he's gone? Haha, how could he be willing to leave! Tonight, he will still stubbornly stay on the roadside all night, right?"

He gritted his teeth and gasped, forcing her to look at the surveillance footage.

It’s so clear.

Under the shadow of the trees across the street, that car, that person...

Song Weiyu lay on the bed and cried, but even if her eyes were filled with mist, she could clearly see Chen Fang's slender and strong body leaning against the car door, rolling up his shirt sleeves, holding a cigarette loosely between his fingertips, and there was nothing wrong with him. I took a breath.

It turns out he didn't leave.

She buried her face in the sheets, not daring to look anymore, but the smell of his perfume on the sheets was even stronger.

"Song Weiyu, do you regret coming back? If you had opened the door and saw his car on the opposite side, would you have rushed over without hesitation? Huh? To be honest... would you?"

He pressed against her back, nibbling on her ear, and asked her over and over again. Until her moans became longer and more melodious.

Tonight, I seem to have lost my mind.

The three of them are like unenlightened primitive people, one is stubborn, one is impulsive, and the other is crazy.

Fu Haitang seemed to be going crazy and kept asking questions, each sentence more cruel and each one more sinister than the next. "Honey, how about I send you over to him before I finish?"

"Huh? Tell me, is it good or bad? Do you want it or not?"

Song Weiyu grasped the sheets tightly with both hands, hummed and shook his head: "No, no, no."

"No? No, then why do you want to file for divorce? Huh? Do you really think I will let you go?"

"Song Weiyu, I'll tell you tonight, you can get a divorce unless I die."

……

The moonlight outside the window became hazy, she half-closed her eyes and gradually lost consciousness. Fu Haitang kissed her contentedly, venting his jealousy, and finally regained his sanity.

He gently circled the limp Song Weiyu and slowly caressed her eyes, which were turned pink by the raging tears.

He sighed.

"What should I do with you?"