Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Open...the door."

With tears in her eyes, she trembled and squeezed out these two trembling words from her teeth.

Butler Zhang knew he could no longer hide the truth, so he shook his head helplessly: "It can't be opened, it's locked from the inside."

Song Weiyu stared at the trembling Butler Zhang with ferocious eyes in disbelief, "What on earth are you doing? What are you doing to Fu Haitang!!"

"Madam... the master, he, he..."

Butler Zhang has never been so nervous in his life.

Song Weiyu pushed him away fiercely. He couldn't open the door lock, so he kept banging on the door with his palms, "Open the door, open the door."

"Open the door, open the door!"

No one opened the door for her, and Fu Haitang's violent and hoarse roar continued to be heard from inside.

Li He heard someone knocking on the door and thought it was Butler Zhang. He walked to the door and was about to unlock it when he heard Song Weiyu crying anxiously.

How could she come?

At this time, the ceremony has not yet ended.

Li He ran back to Fu Haitang, held his shoulders, and growled at him: "Stop shouting! Stop shouting! Song Weiyu is outside! She will hear it!"

Fu Haitang's neatly slicked-back hair was now messy and scattered in front of his forehead. His head was covered in sweat and his eyes were red.

Beads of sweat kept rolling down his neck, and his veins seemed to be about to burst out from under his skin. He lowered his brows and looked at Li He angrily.

The look in his eyes was like that of a wild leopard, ready to break free from the ropes and tear the opponent apart at any time.

Li He only saw hatred and pain in his eyes, no reason and no light.

He was startled and coaxed her in a slow voice, "Fu Haitang, listen to me, Song Weiyu is outside, we can't let her hear you shouting, do you understand? We can't let him know about your current... situation."

Fu Haitang bit his back teeth, narrowing his eyes, "Let me go, or I will kill you."

Li He looked at him like this, squatted down and looked at his clenched jaw, "Fu Haitang, do you still recognize me? Do you know my name?"

Without waiting for his answer.

There was a sound of something heavy hitting the door.

"Madam! Madam! Calm down... You'll hurt yourself."

Song Weiyu threw away her high heels, found a hammer, and smashed the door lock again and again. Her wrists were thin, and every hit made her bones ache.

He stared at the lock on the door, pressing harder and harder each time.

Li He stood up, wiped his hair weakly, and lowered his hands in a compromised manner, "Fu Haitang, I'm sorry, I really can't hide it anymore. I have to open the door, otherwise she is so stubborn that she won't give up until she can break the door open."

The man in the chair temporarily lost his mind and thinking and could not hear anything.

He struggled under the rope, roared, threatened, and wished he could tear apart everything he could reach.

The door opened from the inside.

The light in the room and the light in the corridor collide and merge.

Song Weiyu panted softly, threw away the hammer in his hand, and stared at Li He who was blocking the door.

"Where's Fu Haitang?"

"Xiaoyu, be prepared, Fu Haitang..."

Song Weiyu swallowed hard, using a lot of strength to swallow the bloody taste at the tip of his throat, "Let me go and see for myself."

"well."

Li He nodded continuously, blinking his eyes to dissipate the mist inside, "But you have to be careful, he doesn't recognize anyone now, don't get close to him!"

These words almost deprived Song Weiyu of the ability to breathe on his own.

She stared at Li He, trying to find the words "I'm kidding" in his eyes, until he moved away from the door little by little.

The chair where Fu Haitang was tied was facing the door.

Perhaps he was tired of shouting, or perhaps he had accepted the fact that he was tied up. He lowered his head, and his throat uttered intermittent, rough howls.

He was wearing the same smoky-colored trousers he had worn during the day, with delicate patterns and elegant color.

Upper body...

Song Weiyu stood at the door, unable to move, and opened his mouth but could not speak.

After a while, her tears flowed into her mouth and she suddenly smiled.

With shaking hands, he pointed at the blood-stained man on the chair and asked Li He with a smile, "Oh, who is he? Where did you take my Fu Haitang?"

Li He closed his eyes and turned his head away, not daring to look at her eyes that were clearly heartbroken and desperate, yet still holding a glimmer of hope.

Hope disappears as tears roll down.

Every step she took barefoot turned into a strong memory of the past thirty years.

In the long scroll of memories, he was calm and elegant, introverted and gentlemanly, but also high and mighty. He would often protect her, whisper to her and make her happy, and tell her gentle love words.

But in front of...

Fu Haitang's eyes were cold and fierce, and his body was struggling under the dirty and bloody rope.

His throat was hoarse from shouting, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped onto his chest, which was covered with blood scabs and abscesses.

He was covered in wounds and in a miserable state, crawling on the ground like an abused beast.

Song Weiyu walked up to him and touched his ragged skin with trembling fingertips, "My Mr. Fu..."