Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu sniffed and choked with tears: "I know, I know everything."

The shirt on his chest was wet with tears and slowly spread out, as if his heart was torn apart.

Chen Fang endured the severe pain in his heart and suppressed the tears in his eyes. His voice was soaked with tears and he choked with sobs helplessly, "I still don't want you to leave. Come home with me, okay? Please..."

I always feel that she will never come back.

She seemed to know something...not just about Fu Haitang.

Song Weiyu raised her head from his arms, tears still in her eyes, but she smiled and touched his sharp features, "Be obedient and wait for me to come back. I'll be back as soon as I get my divorce."

"But……"

Just as Chen Fang opened his mouth to try to keep him, the person in his arms blocked his lips. She tiptoed and kissed him gently.

The soft lips were bitter from crying.

He swallowed every bit of bitterness bit by bit and pestered her.

After a long time, the night became colder, Chen Fang took off his suit and put it on her, buttoning it for her in a hoarse voice: "Get in the car, this time, I'll take you there."

"Then after you send me off, will you leave?"

Chen Fang smiled bitterly, thinking of the scene of him smoking cold cigarettes at the door of Fu's house late at night for decades. He raised his eyes, his black eyes were affectionate and charming, "If I don't leave, will you still feel sorry for me like before?"

What he meant was that she had changed, and perhaps she no longer cared whether he was alone outside in the cold wind.

Of course Song Weiyu felt sorry for him.

Any woman would feel distressed when facing a man who treats her as his life and never marries for half his life.

Whether it is heartache or guilt, or love or dependence, they have long been mixed into one and cannot be separated.

Along the way, Chen Fang drove with one hand and held her with the other hand and refused to let go. This scene really looked like every late night when she was drunk.

The scenery outside the window slowly receded, the moon was covered by thick clouds, and there were few people on the entire road in the deep winter, only the street lights were drooping lonely.

The Fu residence on the Second Ring Road was brightly lit.

As usual, Butler Zhang sent away all the servants and stood at the door of the guest room with Li He, pretending to be relaxed and chatting about family matters.

The room is decorated in an exquisite and elegant Chinese style, but it seems a little empty, especially the ebony chair in the middle, which looks lonely and abrupt.

Fu Haitang was removing the bandage with his upper body naked. Some parts were stuck to the infected skin and it was a little difficult to pull them off.

Li He saw him frowning in pain and said jokingly, "I told you not to take a shower. Well, you have to apply the medicine again."

Li He came closer with the powder in his hand and pointed at the skin stuck to the gauze he had just torn off. "This will definitely leave a scar. Don't touch water again. Besides, why do you, an old bachelor, take a bath every day? Who are you washing for?"

Fu Haitang snorted twice, then curled his lips and smiled, "That's right."

Li He sprayed the powder on him and checked the time. "You seem to be quite stable tonight. Is it because you spent two hours with her?"

"That should be the case, but..." Fu Haitang stretched his neck uncomfortably, his shoulder muscles tensed, "I can suppress my depression temporarily, but I still have the addiction."

As the blood vessels swelled, countless bugs gnawed at his flesh under the skin. They swarmed along the joints between his bones and entered every inch of his flesh that he could not reach.

Bloodshot eyes gradually spread. Li He took the rope and said in a barely audible trembling voice, "How about I just tie your hands tonight and try?"

"No, I have absolutely no control now, just tie me to the chair."

He sat on the ebony chair with his eyes closed, his hands tightly grasping the armrests.

The blue veins were twisted and bulging, and the thin skin was stuck to the strong muscles, with tiny beads of sweat appearing.

Each time was more intense than the last.

It is not severe physical pain, but it makes life worse than death.

Li He tied a knot behind the chair.

The pain from the rope rubbing against the wound became his only way to relieve the pain.

The more painful the wound is, the more it can suppress the bone-eating pain of insect bites and ants crawling in the cracks between the bones.

"Get out, get out!"

"Get out! Get out!"

He didn't want anyone to see this appearance that was neither human nor ghost.

Li He couldn't listen to him, for fear that he would bang his head against the wall after he left, or twitch and bite his tongue, or break free from the rope and start hurting himself again.

From then on, Fu Haitang was tortured every late night.