Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li Nian frowned, took a deep drag of his cigarette for the last time, and threw away the cigarette butt. Take control of Song Weiyu and force her to the sofa. .

"What are you mad about? You really want to divorce Fu Haitang? Are you crazy!"

"Do you know how much impact it will have on Fu's stock if the divorce between you two comes out? Do you think you are a 20-year-old girl, and your mind is filled with love?"

"Song Weiyu, be more fucking sensible!"

On the sofa, Song Weiyu couldn't hear anything, covered his face, shook his head and shouted: "I don't want to be rational, I just want Chen Fang, why is it so damn hard!"

Li Nian sighed.

The woman on the sofa has suffered all kinds of hardships in her life, but the hardest thing to swallow is the pain of love.

"Song Weiyu, only Chen Fang is good in your eyes. Why can't you look back at Fu Haitang? He has also carefully protected you for 30 years... Will you really be happy if you divorce him and see him worse off than dead?"

Song Weiyu hugged his legs, nestled on the sofa, and buried his face in his legs.

Li Nian continued: "We have all come through strong winds and waves in our lives. Why don't you use your brain when it comes to relationships? What's the difference between you and a retarded person now?"

"Song Weiyu, do you still remember what you said to me back then? Bystanders know better. When you can't make up your mind, listen to your friends' opinions. I don't suggest you get a divorce..."

Song Weiyu wiped his face and stretched out his hand: "Give me the cigarette."

"Stop smoking, you're not good at this."

"Give it to me, I know it."

Song Weiyu hugged his legs, leaned on the sofa, and looked at the dark sky outside the window.

Holding the cigarette loosely, he said one after another: "Li Nian, wait until dawn, no matter what decision I make, you will support me, right?"

Li Nian looked out the window: "Yes."

"But don't forget, Fu Haitang is not as elegant and peaceful as he appears. The Fu family's ancestors made their fortune in the black industry. If you lose your reputation as Mrs. Fu, he will definitely not let you go."

Song Weiyu closed his eyes and took two long puffs of cigarette.

For most frustrated people, the night is like a whirlpool. It is silent but can swallow up all your sanity.

So, never make a decision in the middle of the night.

Li Nian shook his head, packed up his clothes in the room a little, and walked out the door quietly.

In the hallway, she hesitated.

But the faint uneasiness in her heart told her: Tomorrow, Song Weiyu will fly back to China at all costs.

If she really takes this step... the consequences may be unbearable than they are now.

Li Nian sighed again, knocked on the door of the suite next door, and stood at the door without going in.

"Mr. Fu, go see her."

"What she wants to see now is not me."

"You know, she tortures herself at night, doesn't it feel bad to you?"

After speaking, he raised his hand to call the waiter, opened another room, and said the last words to Fu Haitang: "She has you in her heart, otherwise, why would she escape to Paris?"

Fu Haitang stood at the door, wearing loose home clothes. His washed hair was not as straight as it was during the day, with broken hair scattered in front of his forehead.

He stared at the carpet with deep eyes for more than ten minutes.

Turn around and go back to your room.

He didn't take more than two steps and stopped again, haha... he laughed at himself.

No future.

Turning around, he walked to Song Weiyu's suite, opened the ajar door and went in.

Going inside, she was curled up on the sofa with her knees in one hand. He closed his eyes and raised his head, his long hair spread over the back of the sofa, his throat stretched and he blew smoke into the air.

Sad and enchanting, fragile and charming.

The last time I saw her smoking was more than 20 years ago. Because she was severely targeted by the Fu family, she ran out and hid in a dark corner of Fu's house, sat on the cold stone steps, and smoked tremblingly with tears in her eyes.

When he hit her that day, she hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt, looking nervous.

Fu Haitang escaped from the past memories and stood in the hotel living room, staring at her deeply from a distance of seven or eight meters.

She felt it, raised her head back, and looked towards him.

Now, she no longer needs to throw away the cigarette in a panic.

Fu Haitang didn't look away, his eyes entangled with hers as he approached, sat next to Song Weiyu, took the cigarette from her fingertips, and stubbed it out.

"When did you learn bad things?"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to gently rub the tears in the corner of her eyes: "I have pampered you for so many years, why are you still so crying?"

After wiping his tears, he hugged her, smelled the smell of cigarette smoke on her body, and stared at her, as if he wanted to remember it deeply in his heart.

Do you really want to let her go?

The thought was erased before it could take hold in the mind.

"Song Weiyu, do you think I am worthless?

No matter how you cross the line, I will lower your bottom line again and again.

By now, it seems like I have no fucking limits. "

Song Weiyu's eyelashes trembled, and she glanced away from the eyes that met him, looking at his chest in a daze.

He knew she was feeling guilty.

If she doesn't love her, she will feel guilty. As long as there is an emotion that can tie her down, anything will happen.

"Song Weiyu, how far do you want me to retreat?"

"I can retreat. Wherever you stand, my bottom line, Fu Haitang, will be retreated! Is that okay?

But, don’t leave…”

At the end of his speech, his voice vibrated, as if he was losing his pitch.

He stretched out his finger and lightly traced her cheek, unwilling to let go.

Tears also gathered quickly, accumulated to the extreme, and dripped heavily.

Song Weiyu thought of Li Shiyi's words: "Fu Haitang is also one of the best in the circle. Why is he committed to this..."

Yes.

But now he seems to have lost his aura as a master. She lowered her head, tears falling on her hands drop by drop, and her broad and strong arms exuded sadness and loneliness.

"Song Weiyu, so don't let me go, okay? I don't want to divorce you. In the past three days, when I think about divorcing you, I panic like crazy."

"How can I live without you?"

He burst into tears, his voice unable to produce the steady tone it used to have. He held Song Weiyu's bathrobe tightly in his hands, his arms stretched with veins, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Song Weiyu sighed silently, the man in front of him was blatantly taking advantage of her softness and nostalgia.

However, she couldn't harden her heart.

So, who is testing whose bottom line?

She raised her hand and slowly touched the man's face, wiped away his tears, and looked at him softly, her eyes calm.

"Stop crying, Chuxi."

"You don't want me anymore, what future do I have?" Fu Haitang raised his head, looking pitiful.

As he said this, he looked straight at her and shed tears again.

Song Weiyu smiled helplessly and wiped his tears over and over again.

But she didn't speak, and there was no wave in the depths of her eyes, as if her life was being strangled by the God of Destiny, and she couldn't break free, so she had to compromise.

"Honey, hold me."

Eyes as bright and wet as those of a puppy.

The moment she made a slight move, Fu Haitang put his hands around her waist, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

harder than usual.

"Give your love to him and your love to me, okay?"