Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Shao Yi was speechless and controlled him hard: "Are you crazy, Song Jingming? What on earth are you thinking about? She is free to answer the phone or not. She is free to answer the call! You are almost 30, Why do you keep going back as you live longer? Don’t you think you’re childish…”

"Naive? Shao Yi, I'm different from you. You and your fiancée are in a family marriage, without any feelings! You two were forced into the same bed! You don't even sleep together for ten days throughout the year, right? You What do you know! What do you know! You don’t know what the hell it feels like!”

Shao Yi had nothing to say. He looked straight at Song Jingming, feeling helpless and bitter in his heart.

This bitterness was like a sickle, directly cutting across the sprouting seedling in his heart. He regained his sanity and gentlemanhood, and his voice was as calm and peaceful as ever:

"Yes, you're right, I don't understand. I'm really not qualified to educate you about feelings, but at least I won't be as rampant as you. You are so irritable and rude now, don't you think you are hurting her? Didn't you see it? Was she so painful that her face turned pale just now?"

A trace of regret flashed in Song Jingming's eyes, and his brows were not as ferocious as before. At this moment, he felt a little powerless, because the reason in his mind told him that impulse was the devil, but the desire for control in his heart was barking: "You are the fucking devil yourself."

Shao Yi pulled him aside and glanced at the closed bathroom door.

"Song Jingming, I don't know what happened between you two. But this is your first girlfriend, and you don't want to force her away, right? So you'd better be sober and sensible, and don't treat the people in your room like The model is the same! Besides, I think the way she broke up with you just now was not impulsive."

"Break up?" Song Jingming's voice was calm, his eyes stayed in the direction of the bathroom, and he snorted coldly: "She won't break up with me."

Shao Yi was a little worried. Song Jingming's determination meant that Wen Ying was regarded as his property. If this continues, both of them will suffer.

Wen Ying came out of the bathroom, holding her phone and not looking at Song Jingming. He walked to the hospital bed on his own.

Song Jingming glanced at her phone, but didn't pester her anymore. To be honest, he was scared. Shao Yi was right, he couldn't control Wen Ying like this.

Wen Ying seemed weak and petite, but she was worried more than anyone else. If she really wanted to break up with him, he couldn't lock her up.

Neither of them spoke, and the air pressure in the room was extremely low. Shao Yi took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Wen Ying: "Wen Ying, take note of my phone number. If he does something stupid again in the future, you can call me. In Beijing, I will be there soon."

Wen Ying nodded: "Thank you, Brother Shao."

Song Jingming watched Wen Ying write down Shao Yi's phone number without saying anything, and he didn't have any special feelings in his heart. After all, this was the brother he had grown up with.

Shao Yi also glanced at Wen Ying, and when he saw her writing down her phone number, he felt some inexplicable expectations in his heart.

Nothing to look forward to.

"Brother Shao, please go back to the company first. She is about to start the infusion."

"Okay, then I'll leave first. If you two have something to talk about, please don't be stupid."

"I know, by the way, help me take care of my sister-in-law."

Shao Yi's face paused when he heard the word sister-in-law. He glanced at Wen Ying subconsciously and said unhurriedly: "Yes."

After Shao Yi left, Song Jingming felt a faint pain in his heart as he watched the little nurse inserting the needle for Wen Ying's infusion. Wen Ying is so afraid of pain. She must have been so helpless last night. No wonder she fainted.

He sat on the edge of the bed again and looked at her hand for infusion. The blood flowing back from the infusion tube was slowly diluted by the medicine.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

"I'm not your wife, please be respectful."

"..."

Song Jingming crossed his hands together and rubbed his right hand with his left hand, thinking that although cats are docile, sometimes it hurts when they scratch people.

From the first time they met, he would rather take off his clothes than ask for 200 million from him, to when he rejected him over and over again despite the ambiguity of domestic violence, he began to feel more and more gentle and accepting of soft things rather than hard words.

"Then you beat me until you are satisfied." After saying that, Song Jingming got up and went to the closet to look for the belt and put it next to Wen Ying's hand on the bed.

Wen Ying frowned slightly, her face turned ugly quickly, and her voice trembled: "Do you think everyone in this world is a perpetrator?"

The perpetrator?

Song Jingming suddenly remembered that day in a small dusty room, a belt with torn edges was lying quietly in front of Wen Ying.

He was so panicked that he picked up the belt and threw it away, then held Wen Ying's hand: "I... didn't mean that."

Wen Ying immediately withdrew his hand and formed it into a fist, like a watermelon worm bunched together.

"When can I go back to Hangzhou? I still have to go to school."

"Okay, I'll have to observe you for a few more days, but I'll do it as soon as possible, okay?"

Wen Ying nodded numbly, lying on the bed not wanting to look at him, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Song Jingming choked with the feeling of a foreign body that he couldn't swallow. He stood up and slowly tapped Wen Ying's lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

That night at dinner, Song Weiyu discovered something was wrong with the two of them.

She looked at Wen Ying's listless face, and then at Song Jingming's cautious way of not taking a breath. I immediately thought: there is a ghost.

She scolded Chen Fang and winked.

Chen Fang noticed Wen Ying's depression early on. Perhaps because of the connection with his household registration book, he felt that he instantly had a sense of responsibility as a father.

Chen Fang put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice: "Wen Ying, are you unhappy? Did he offend you?"

After saying that, he looked at Song Jingming very dissatisfied.

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect Chen Fang to take the initiative to speak. At this table, he rarely spoke and was silent most of the time.

Suddenly she remembered the word father. Now in the household registration book, he was her father. She gripped the chopsticks tightly, feeling a strange taste lingering in her heart. It felt like a grievance, like someone suddenly protected her and collapsed.

She didn't speak, because she was afraid she would cry if she did.

Song Weiyu looked at Wen Ying's watery eyes and said promptly: "Song Jingming, you are no longer Chen Fang's pet peeve. He is interested in his daughter, so you'd better be careful and don't bully Wen Ying..."

Song Jingming was peeling off the skin for Wen Ying: "Well, I did offend her today. I'm already reflecting on it... Just don't get involved."

Then he looked at Wen Ying who had only eaten two bites of rice, and whispered: "Eat the shrimps and at least half a bowl of rice."

"Can't eat." The voice was cold.

Song Jingming picked up her bowl, pulled out half of the rice into his bowl, and put the remaining half of the bowl back for her: "I'll eat half, and you eat the rest. If you don't eat, you'll be healed slowly, so how can you go back?" go to school?"

Wen Ying just started eating again. She didn't dare to look at Chen Fang because she didn't know whether to call her Dad or Uncle Chen.

Chen Fang saw her confusion, how could he put a child in trouble.

He said directly: "Wen Ying, you have to memorize my phone number. I am your dad. If you have anything to do in the future, please call me first. Do you understand?"