Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He was shirtless, and there were several scars on his strong muscles that were different from his normal skin color. Still lying on the bed with his head buried in silence.

Song Weiyu's fingers slid down with his eyes, and he stared at his back. His cold fingertips landed on the deepest scar, and he trembled.

This scar...she still remembers it.

Back then, when the doctor washed the wound, Chen Fang didn't say a word, but she held his hand and cried non-stop.

He smiled and said, "Stop crying. Watching you cry hurts me more than this knife."

……

All experiences are not fake, and all memories are hot and within reach.

In this time and space, all love and dislike will not appear or disappear out of thin air.

During the 30 years she had hidden him in her heart, she had been careful and treading on thin ice. Only in the dead of night or drunkenly did she dare to rush into the softest place in her heart without any scruples, and nestled in his safe and broad arms. He whispered again and again.

I love you so much.

"Chen Fang, I didn't drink last night." She was sober, he should know.

"So why do you still push me to Fu Haitang?"

This was the last time she asked him.

Chen Fang was still lying on his stomach, clenching his hands tightly. He didn't dare to speak easily, he was afraid that his secret would be revealed when he opened his mouth.

"Because I love you, because I can't give you a stable marriage, because I may be in danger at any time, because I can't let you take risks with me." Unfortunately, I can only keep these words in my heart and tell myself.

What came out of his mouth was: "Because I know that you can't let Fu Haitang go."

Song Weiyu's whole palm was pressed against his back. He had just put in eye drops to relieve the dryness of his eyes, which were filled with mist again.

She raised her eyes and looked at the window lattice opposite. She could vaguely see osmanthus branches outside the carved glass. In autumn, there was already some fragrance.

"This is not what you mean at all."

Unfortunately, she couldn't say this either. She twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled softly, but what she said was: "Get up, I will choose a suit for you."

Chen Fang pressed the tears in his eyes onto the pillow. He straightened up and looked directly at Song Weiyu.

"Okay, I'll take you to the company."

Song Weiyu knew that if he didn't want to speak, no one could ask him anything.

Thousands of words can only be reduced to four words at this moment: The matter is over.

She got up and opened the closet. It was full of black suits. He didn't have any other color suits. Just like Fu Haitang never wears a black suit.

She chose a black hidden-button shirt and a suit embroidered with dark patterns, placed them beside the bed, stretched out her hand to him, and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Chen Fang, you won't leave me, will you?"

Chen Fang looked at her slender white hands close in front of him, with a fleeting dodge in his eyes.

After hesitating for half a second, he stood up, grabbed Song Weiyu's hand, and pulled it into his arms: "No."

Song Weiyu clung to his arms, her eyes foggy. How could she not catch his dodge, she was so smart.

Besides, she knew the reason why he had no choice but to do so 28 years ago. But she had to pretend not to know, so she kept pretending for half her life.

Now, being able to hold him still may be the best ending.

Song Weiyu put on his shirt and tied the buttons one by one. His tearful eyes were once again as charming as silk, with a slight smile: "Can I buy you a pink shirt? I've really seen enough black... "

"No."

"Why, show me what you're wearing! Do you know that because you always wear black, I can only order blue uniforms for company employees, otherwise the security at the door will have to match your uniforms every day..."

Chen Fang smiled, hugged her waist and rubbed her: "Then... I will accept coffee sex at most."

"Problem, whatever I buy you! You can wear whatever you want!" Song Weiyu smiled slyly, and she decided to buy a colorful shirt and force him to wear it.

The two of them had dinner and got into Chen Fang's car. Song Weiyu glanced at his console intentionally or unintentionally.

Then he looked out the window, the autumn air was crisp, the sun was with him, it was great.

The secretary's office called, and Secretary Dong hesitated and didn't dare to speak: "Director Song, um... Director Fu is in the company, and he's not in the right mood. Since morning, he's called all the department managers into the office one by one, and they all came in with a smile. , come out in mourning. Come quickly."

"So anxious? Is it because I'm going to call you soon?"

"..."

Song Weiyu squinted his eyes and hung up the phone gently.

Chen Fang asked: "What happened to him?"

Song Weiyu put on his sunglasses and huddled in the passenger seat, lazily saying: "Dead."

Fu's head office is located in the most prosperous business office building in the city, occupying an entire building to itself. From the moment you enter, you will see the most advanced placement and personal identification system.

Like every morning, Song Weiyu walked in front, while Chen Fang put one hand in his trousers pocket and followed her less than half a meter behind. The two of them were expressionless sometimes, but most of the time Song Weiyu was chirping, and Chen Fang listened to her gossip with a slight smile on his face and his chin slightly closed.

The employees came in and out, nodding and saying hello, while trying to avoid Song Weiyu.

"Secretary's Office, Director Song came in wearing sunglasses today."

The front desk hung up the phone and followed Song Weiyu into the second level of access control out of the corner of his eye.

The new receptionist asked in confusion: "Are these Director Song and Mr. Chen? This aura... I was nervous as soon as I came in. But why did I tell the secretary room alone that Director Song was wearing sunglasses?"

Senior receptionist: "Because...this is what the secretary's office requires."

……

In the secretary's office, Song Weiyu's administrative secretary quickly entered her office and browsed it carefully. After finding no problems, she placed a cup of hand-brewed coffee and an eye mask ice pack. She changed the position of the flowers that were just delivered today on the table and put them on the table. A purple heart of the ocean rushed towards her boss chair.

He patted his chest and cautiously walked out the door.

Song Weiyu and Chen Fang stood in the elevator.

She pursed her lips and stretched out her fingertips to deliberately tap the back of his hand. His fingers lightly hooked in response, but there was no response.

She raised the corner of her mouth, walked out of the elevator, and saw a row of department managers standing at the door of Fu Haitang's office. Sure enough, one went in smiling, and the other came out sad.

"How about taking turns to mourn?"

Song Weiyu stood at the door and threw the bag to Chen Fang. Hearing her voice, the managers instantly had hope of being rescued and looked up.

The person in front of me is wearing sunglasses today.

That's really not as good as the amiable person who scolds people inside.

"Okay, let's all go back."

Song Weiyu gave the order, and the row of people at the door dispersed instantly. She opened the door and walked in.

Fu Haitang took a shower, changed clothes, and styled his hair in the bedroom in the office in the morning. He was leaning against the boss's chair with his legs crossed, his elegant face was gloomy, his lips were tightly lined and his eyes were upturned, and he was spinning a Montblanc pen in one hand, like an elegant ruffian.

It's not common for him to be like this.

Song Weiyu looked at the frightened department manager in front of him and said softly: "Get out first."

The department manager hurriedly ran to the door.

Fu Haitang didn't even raise her eyes, looking at the pen in her hand. It was a wedding anniversary gift she bought a few years ago.

Song Weiyu opened his mouth slightly, wanted to say something, and then swallowed it.

If he doesn't speak, then she won't speak either.

Turn around and leave.

"Song Weiyu." He still spoke. She paused, and there was an imperceptible smile in her eyes under her sunglasses.

Usually, no matter what the two quarrel about, he is the one who bows his head first, and this time, is no exception, right? After all, he poured cold water on her for so long last night...

"Let's get a divorce."