Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li He kept staring at Chen Fang's hand.

I muttered in my heart: I came up in time, so I wouldn’t have been watching the surveillance camera all the time.

In the room, Song Weiyu felt sleepy when she was alone. She curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. Maybe because of the cold, she crossed her arms.

"Why don't you put a blanket on the sofa?" Li He looked around and looked at her current living environment, constantly finding faults in his mind.

Trying to verify Fu Haitang's "hard life".

His eyes fell back to the sofa.

There is always a blanket on the sofa in her and Fu Haitang's bedroom in Fu Zhai.

In summer, it’s breathable foam, and in winter, it’s hemp-like hand-woven cashmere. It’s different all year round.

Because she always likes to take a nap on the sofa.

"I have already bought it, but the handicraft workshop she likes requires time to hand-weave cashmere."

Chen Fang spoke softly, took a blanket from the cabinet and covered her body, even wrapping her feet carefully in it. He squatted next to the sofa and pulled the hair on the side of her face behind her ears, and rubbed her cheek by the way.

Li He shrugged. Although Chen Fang had a cold temper, he was still quite attentive. Also, he has been with Song Weiyu for almost 30 years, so he naturally knows Song Weiyu's habits.

In fact, he is no worse than Fu Haitang.

It's just that everyone has preconceptions that Fu Haitang is the real one, and they condemn this kind of 'extramarital affair'.

If Fu Haitang hadn't been sick, maybe...she would have helped Song Weiyu marry Chen Fang. After all, she should love Chen Fang more.

No, I can’t let go of Chen Fang even more.

Li He stood beside the bed in a daze, mourning for Fu Haitang's love.

Chen Fang glanced at the paper bag inadvertently and stretched out his hand to open it.

"Give it to me and I'll wipe it. You don't have to do it lightly, so don't hurt her." Li He wanted to grab the bag.

Chen Fang looked at him with bottomless eyes.

"If you study hard at something you don't know, you will become proficient sooner or later."

Open it directly, turn your wrist and place the paper bag upside down on the table.

"Li He, I know that you think I am not good enough for her and that I am inferior to Fu Haitang in every way. However, she also suffered a lot in the first few years when she was with Fu Haitang."

At that time, no one cared about her, and none of her friends had any friendship with her.

Late at night in those years, he would silently follow her, not far from her, watching her huddle in the corner and cry.

At that time, Song Weiyu didn't even dare to cry loudly.

Whenever someone passed by, she would bite her lip and pinch her hands, forcing herself not to make a sound.

Her habit of pinching her palms was something she developed in those years. Later, when she was nervous, she would hold her hands and let her nails sink deeply into her palms.

"But now, I won't let her suffer. I'm not as careful as Fu Haitang, but he can't take care of her in every detail from the beginning."

Chen Fang looked at the lonely ointment on the table, picked it up, gently squeezed it on Song Weiyu's wrist, then opened the disposable cotton swab and slowly applied it evenly.

Li He knew that Chen Fang wanted to get his approval.

Because Song Weiyu was still willing to listen to his words.

He was originally Fu Haitang's childhood friend and grew up wearing the same pants as Fu Haitang, but after these decades, he seemed to have become Song Weiyu's natal family.

So in the past few years, the most common sentence he heard was: "Li He, we really have no choice. Please persuade her and reason with her."

Every time, he could make Song Weiyu change his mind with just a few words, something that others couldn't persuade even after all their efforts.

The position of my maternal brother is obviously confirmed.

Li He held the ring box in his pocket and felt that Chen Fang's words made sense. Fu Haitang had been ups and downs in the flow of marriage for 30 years before he became invulnerable to all poisons.

Chen Fang has never been married, has no father or mother, and is cold and withdrawn. How can he always be compared with the man who has had everything since he was a child?

Besides, Fu Haitang's current situation is not much better than Chen Fang.

Li He silently watched Chen Fang carefully apply the medicine, and suddenly asked, "Can you accept that she still loves Fu Haitang in her heart?"

Fu Haitang could tolerate having another man in her heart for decades because of his deep love, forcing himself into severe depression.

But Chen Fang may not be willing.

"Who said she loves Fu Haitang? She just feels guilty for Fu Haitang."

Chen Fang threw away the cotton swab and gently fanned her burned skin with the palm of his hand.

Li He was obviously stunned by this answer that was not what he expected.