Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Did Chen Fang help her clean it up?

Song Weiyu waved his hand and asked the nanny to go out first. He stood in front of the window with complicated thoughts and asked Chen Fang? Still not asking?

But if Chen Fang asked her what was in the box, how would she answer?

Butler Zhang said that this box was given to Fu Haitang by his mother before she died. Maybe she would not get divorced after seeing it. Not only that, Tingzhang's housekeeper sounded as if she would definitely not get divorced after seeing this box.

How can it be?

Song Weiyu stood in front of the window, deep in thought and melancholy, looking into the distance.

In the early morning at Xiangshan Lake, the green trees are lush, the air is like clear lines with dew, and the lake not far away is filled with faint ripples, which is quiet and beautiful.

She looked at the magnificent garden-style villa on the southeast side, with Chinese-style white walls and black tiles, very calm and elegant...

There must be people living there, didn't I see a Bentley driving out of there that morning...

If we meet again next time, write down the license plate number and ask Shao Guoren and Li Nian if they know the owner of this villa. If they do, they can go in and visit.

……

My thoughts wandered and I thought further and further, just to make myself forget about that box.

She wants to work, think about the first snow, and want to be old, but no matter how far away she thinks, as long as she is calm, her thoughts will instantly fall back to that box.

She doesn’t want a divorce in her heart, right?

So, what's in it...Why is Fu Haitang's mother so sure that she won't get divorced after seeing it?

Song Weiyu clenched his palms, his nails digging into his flesh, and the slight pain felt like revenge.

No matter what was inside, she didn't believe it could really change her decision to divorce.

After all, her original intention for the divorce was not only to accompany Chen Fang through the difficulties, but also to protect Fu Haitang from harm and protect the Fu family's century-old foundation.

So, it doesn’t matter whether you find it or not.

Even if she knew what was inside, it would just be an overstatement of her regrets.

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Song Weiyu put on light makeup and walked downstairs. Chen Fang was sitting in the living room, and A Lin was whispering something to him.

I vaguely heard something about who went to the hospital this morning...

Seeing her coming down, Alin calmly stopped talking.

"It's almost 9 o'clock, why haven't you gone to the company yet?" Song Weiyu walked to the sofa, smiled and nodded to A Lin, not paying much attention to what they were talking about.

In the past, Chen Fang always went out before 7 o'clock. The underground industry in western Beijing was chaotic, and he had to guard against other people's evil intentions. He was very busy every day.

Especially recently, he frowned every day and his whole body was tense and ready to fight at any time.

"When you come down, I'll check on you before you go." He stretched out his hand.

Song Weiyu smiled with his eyes bent, sat next to him, and lifted the hem of his black T-shirt. "Let me see the wound."

His figure is so perfect that even the simplest style can make him look hormonal.

Chen Fang held her wrist and chuckled: "Why are you touching me so early in the morning? Are you unwilling to let you succeed last night?"

Song Weiyu blushed, pinched his waist, and whispered: "In front of A Lin, what are you talking about..."

Chen Fang held both of her wrists with one hand and raised his chin slightly towards A Lin.

Ah Lin immediately turned around and left the villa.

He remembered what A Lin said just now: Fu Dong went to the public hospital alone this morning. His arm was injured and there was a lot of blood.

How could he not know about Fu Haitang's illness? The scene in front of the French window last night must have stimulated Fu Haitang.

I just didn't expect that Fu Haitang was now so serious that he began to use self-harm to relieve the pain.

Chen Fang looked at the gorgeous and bright face of the woman in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of danger that he might lose her.

"Want to see?" He raised his eyebrows.

Seeing his unformed appearance, Song Weiyu stood up and left: "I've seen enough for a long time. If you beg me to see it, I won't see it either."

Before he had even taken two steps, he was pulled back by the waist, pressed on the man's lap, and sat firmly.

"Are you angry? Just show it to you." After saying that, he pulled up the T-shirt with both hands and took it off neatly.

The stern face smiled very gently, and the doting in his eyes could not be stopped.

Song Weiyu secretly glanced at the servant's position at home, while covering his chest: "Put it on quickly, what if someone sees it?"

Chen Fang hugged her waist tightly and looked at her with a smile: "No one can even take a look at your things? Why are you becoming more and more protective of food?"

Song Weiyu frowned and glared: "That's what I do!"

She has indeed always been so domineering. Her man must belong to her from top to bottom, and she feels awkward if others touch him.

Extremely possessive.

Chen Fang looked at her deeply, "Then I can do the same, okay?"

Song Weiyu looked at his suddenly deep and serious eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

What he meant was that she should belong to him completely. No matter whether she was physically or mentally, she could no longer have anything to do with anyone else...

However, it is harder to forget everything about Fu Haitang than to peel off one's own ribs with one's own hands.

But reason told her: You can only love Chen Fang for the rest of your life. You can do it. You already love Chen Fang.

"Okay, of course you will have me wholeheartedly." Song Weiyu raised the corner of his mouth.

"Then you promise me that from today on, no matter what the other man in your heart does or happens, you will never be moved by him again."

"Don't look back at him again. I want you to only think of me." Chen Fang looked at her pretty peach eyes and waited for her answer.

She can never look back, but can she really remove Fu Haitang from her heart?

Song Weiyu did not answer immediately. A month ago, she could still have said with confidence and indifference: I don't love Fu Haitang at all.

But after going through a divorce, she had clearly felt that her feelings for Fu Haitang were not that simple, and even... deep in her flesh and blood, and unforgettable.

What she thought she didn't love was just an illusion created by herself over the past few decades. At the moment when she really wanted to divorce and lose him, the illusion shattered.

She was forced to see her belated truth.

But the moment she saw her sincerity clearly, she became even more determined to protect him.

Song Weiyu raised her eyes and looked deeply at the man in front of her who regarded her as his life.

Guilt mixed with love, love mixed with guilt, this kind of emotion is the most poisonous drug in the world.

No one is immune.

"Chen Fang, I can promise you never to get close to him again. No matter what happens to him in the future, it has nothing to do with me. If you get divorced, you will be a stranger."

It was like she swore.

"I swear, if I take the initiative to look for him again and feel soft for him, I will... let Li He poison me to death!" She smiled brightly and coaxed the man.

Chen Fang frowned and covered her mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about? With me here, you will live longer than anyone else."

Even if everyone died, he would not let her get hurt at all.

Song Weiyu kissed his palm, it was wet and soft, making Chen Fang tense up.

There are still many things to be busy with today, so we can’t delay any more.

"Be obedient, I'm going to Zongheng. Send me a WeChat message anytime you go to the company and let me know what you are doing."

Chen Fang put on a T-shirt.

"Ah Yuan can't follow you today, let Ah Lin follow you."

Song Weiyu looked puzzled: "Where is Ah Yuan?"

To be honest, she quite likes this innocent and cute boy, who always reminds her of that fool in her third child.

"He failed to protect you last night and was punished."

Chen Fang said lightly, but his eyebrows were stern. He grabbed his suit and took two steps out, then looked back at the woman who was stunned on the sofa.

"Don't worry, this is the first time he has neglected his duty. Sun Hexi acted in a measured manner and will not kill him."

"But... next time, there is no guarantee."

Song Weiyu looked at Chen Fang's stiff back and felt a chill in his heart. Was he using A Yuan's life to warn her?

If she gets entangled with Fu Haitang again and Chen Fang is reluctant to hurt her, will he punish the people around her?

In these years, she had never seen how Chen Fang behaved outside, and Chen Fang never mentioned it in front of her. She only occasionally heard from those who asked Chen Fang to do personal things.

They say he is ruthless, that he kills without batting an eye, and that his shooting skills are excellent, but in front of her, Chen Fang has always been gentle and considerate. He would carefully cut her nails, trim her barbs, wipe her hair, and speak softly. Words to make her happy.

The door of the villa was slowly closed by the servant, and Chen Fang, dressed in a black suit, disappeared into the light.

Song Weiyu comforted himself: "Don't think too much, he lives on the edge of a knife every day, and it is inevitable that he will be contaminated with violence."

As she picked up her bag and walked out the door, she thought to herself: She seemed to have given all her tolerance to Chen Fang.

She gave all her temper and arrogance to someone she had just vowed to become a stranger to.

When the servant opened the door for her, he asked: "Madam, have you found the wooden box? When Mr. came down for dinner this morning, I specifically asked him to help you find the wooden box."

Song Weiyu paused. Chen Fang knew that he was looking for this wooden box, but he still didn't give it to her.

So, does Chen Fang know what is in this box?