Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

His eyes were indifferent, as if without emotion, and he only looked at the solid wooden door directly opposite.

Who dares to shut Fu Haitang's mouth?

Shao Guoren stood still, "Brother, there is no need for you to insult yourself like this, so what if she knows about it. I really wish she knew it now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Fu Haitang frowned suddenly.

Stimulated by the sudden knock on the door, his heart beat violently. He stretched his neck, his eyebrows slightly lowered, and his eyes instantly became cold.

"Shao Guoren, what are you doing standing still? Stop my mouth!"

"I...sigh..."

The room was empty and there was nothing. He could only tear off a piece of cloth from the quilt and stuff it into Fu Haitang's mouth.

I couldn't bear to look at the man on the chair.

Butler Zhang pushed the door open and came in. "Master, my wife is back. She said she came to get... something..."

Seeing Fu Haitang being tied up like this, Butler Zhang's eyes instantly turned red. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

For the first time, Butler Zhang felt that divorce was not a bad thing.

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Song Weiyu entered the bedroom and when looking for jewelry, he first saw the sandalwood box on the table.

This is not it, the night of the first snow...

Fu Haitang's 'divorce gift' to her?

Why does it appear here? Does this mean that Fu Haitang left and went back that night?

She didn't care about this answer in the past, but at this moment, she wanted to know it.

"Steward Zhang, Steward Zhang?"

No one responded, Song Weiyu took the box and walked out of the corridor.

The servant who was cleaning the yard was sweeping away the dead leaves on the corridor. Hearing Song Weiyu's voice, he raised his hand and said, "Madam, Butler Zhang has gone to the Dongsan guest room, where the master has been staying these past few days."

Does he stay in the guest room?

Song Weiyu's doubts grew bigger and bigger, and he walked towards the east wing.

The high-heeled shoes moved from far to near, and when they stopped at the door, the room was quieter than ever before. Fu Haitang stared at the door, as if he wanted to see through.

Butler Zhang stepped out in time and closed the door with his backhand.

Blocking in front of the door: "Madam, have you picked up your things and are you leaving? I'll give them to you..."

Song Weiyu looked at him. This was the first time Butler Zhang treated her politely.

No matter how slow she was, she finally noticed something was wrong.

"Step aside."

Butler Zhang remained calm, but placed the door handle tightly behind him, and his face turned pale from nervousness.

The master is inside and the lady is outside.

Who do you listen to?

In the past, he must have listened to his wife. After all, the master also had to listen to his wife, but now, this marriage... is probably divorced.

"I'm sorry, madam. Master, he doesn't want to see you."

Song Weiyu held the wooden box tightly, the corners of the handle turned white, "He's in there, right? I'll ask him one thing and leave."

She wanted to ask if you went back that night, otherwise why would this sandalwood box appear in Fu's house.

After saying that, she raised her hand and reached for the door handle behind Butler Zhang.

Butler Zhang bent down slightly and stopped her politely: "Madam, you will have to leave Fu's house sooner or later after your divorce, but I still have to work under the master for the rest of my life. Please understand me."

Song Weiyu froze his hands in the air.

Looking at Butler Zhang, this person who has obeyed her orders for decades and has never disobeyed her.

My mind felt like it was suddenly split open, and it became clear in an instant. Housekeeper Zhang was obedient only because she had the status of Mrs. Fu.

In other words, whoever stands next to Fu Haitang, Zhang Guanjia, Shao Guoren, including anyone who relies on the Fu family for survival, will be imprisoned.

In their eyes, it was not Song Weiyu who was the only one.

Over the years, there have been many people in the capital who dislike her. Those people dare to be angry but dare not speak out, just because Fu Haitang has to be her.

When she took her hand back, tears came out. Song Weiyu knew that crying now was not in line with her arrogant persona and would make her lose face.

But she couldn't help it. She finally felt that the answer was more important than face.

If you are not allowed in, fine, then ask at the door.

"Fu Haitang, can you... please open the door? I have something to ask you..."

Servants at home would pass by from time to time and glance curiously at the door of the guest room. Unexpectedly, my wife, who used to be so violent that no one could control her, would be turned away in tears today.

The people in the room didn't even expect that she didn't slam the door and leave, but was actually so good-tempered.

The man was leaning on the back of the chair, his hands and feet tied with ropes all over his body. The only thing free was his deep, dark eyes.

However, because he tried his best to endure the pain, his eyes slowly became bloodshot.

He pulled his neck and gasped deeply to relieve the gnawing feeling in the bones of his body. His eyes tried to penetrate the solid wood door and take a look at her with red eyes crying at the door.

There was no response from the door.

Song Weiyu swallowed the congestion at the tip of his throat, took a deep breath to clear the mist in his eyes, "Fu Haitang, actually what I wanted to tell you that night was..."