Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chen Fang said that he was afraid that she would have regrets, but he didn't mean that he thought she still had Fu Haitang in her heart.

You can't be in a hurry, you can't waver.

"No regrets, I'm just curious." Song Weiyu replied to him softly on the other end of the phone, looking a little dazed.

Chen Fang had already walked to the boxing room. He didn't want to hang up, but he knew he had to hang up now.

Let her open the box alone.

The more magnanimous he is, the more guilty she will be, right?

"Okay, let's satisfy your curiosity. I'm still busy, so I'll hang up."

A busy signal came from the phone, and Song Weiyu could hear the displeasure in his tone.

He didn't call back, he just put the phone on the table, put his hands on the box and rubbed it.

This wooden box has been baptized by the long river of time and feels particularly smooth. The switch is a delicate gold-plated buckle, which clicks.

It opened.

To her surprise, there were no valuable items inside, just a few pieces of paper.

It has been too long and the paper has turned yellow, as if it had been soaked in water and wrinkled.

She carefully took out the stacked papers.

The paper was folded twice relative to each other, and each time it was opened, the heart beat faster.

It seems to be a document.

It's just that the words on it are smeared with water and can't be seen clearly.

Song Weiyu looked closely and recognized a few words, but the words he could barely recognize were insignificant and could not be connected into coherent sentences at all.

But she recognized the last signature.

Although it's also blurry and wrinkled there. But she recognized Fu Haitang's signature continuous strokes and his signature habit.

Document signed by Fu Haitang?

What will it be?

She turned back again and carefully identified the blurred handwriting.

[Quantity] [Fu] [Promise] [Until] [Never] [Fu Haitang]

She wrote down the words that she could recognize, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't remember that the company had signed similar documents over the years.

Logically speaking, the documents that her shrewd mother-in-law could leave behind should be very important.

It's not from the company. Could it be that it was signed by Fu Haitang personally?

Personal signature...

No, back then Fu Haitang, as the sole heir of the Fu family in Beijing, held huge wealth and power. His signature was so precious and powerful.

how come…

Can't think any more.

Don't think about it, whatever it is, what can just one document change? Just asking for trouble.

Song Weiyu threw the paper on the table, stood up and left. When she turned around, she glanced at it. From a distance, she recognized a few more vague characters.

Vaguely, there seems to be the word "Song".

Song Dynasty? Is that her name?

Is this a document related to her?

Song Weiyu's curiosity was completely aroused, and she watched it dozens of times from far and near.

Now, the connected words made her heart beat wildly, and a strange and indescribable sixth sense filled her mind.

She desperately wanted to know what the words on this page were.

There is another question, when were the words on this destroyed?

She didn't believe that the document had been damaged when Fu Haitang's mother gave it to Butler Zhang.

Yes, there is someone who can help her.

Picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Hey! Wu, if you can repair ancient paintings and books, you can also help me repair a file, right?"

"Tsk, tsk, let me see who called me! Yo... Isn't this Miss Song? Isn't it the wrong number?"

"Then I'll hang up." Song Weiyu rolled his eyes.

"No, no, no, I'm not teasing you. What documents?"

"It's just a document soaked in water. Some words can't be read clearly."

"Okay, send it over and I'll study it."

Boss Wu is a wonderful person in the cultural relics world in Beijing. He can repair ancient books and paintings that others cannot, and he can also copy fakes to make them look real. He is also good at appraising treasures, but he always talks nonsense when appraising treasures.

The industry has a love-hate relationship with him.

In the afternoon, Song Weiyu brought the documents over.

Boss Wu circled around Song Weiyu twice and almost hugged her: "Okay, you haven't changed...it smells good and looks good."

"Money piled up" Song Weiyu has a bad temper.

"Well, I know, Fu Haitang's money raised the little beauty, huh..." Boss Wu sneered.

But his eyes still stayed on Song Weiyu, as if he wanted to see through her like an X-ray.

Song Weiyu threw the document in his face.