Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Don't touch him! He's addicted and won't recognize you. He'll hurt you."

Song Weiyu ignored Li He's warning, and his hand finally fell on the bloodstained thick rope, stroking it slowly, inch by inch.

She really couldn't bear to touch Fu Haitang's skin.

Facing Fu Haitang's frightening and cruel gaze, she wiped away her tears, smiled gently, and silently mouthed to him: "Wait for me."

Turning to walk towards the door, Li He thought she was scared, "Yes, you go out first, wait until he wakes up in the middle of the night, then you can come and see him."

Song Weiyu used all his strength to push Li He out of the door and locked it.

"Song Weiyu, what are you doing? Open the door for me! Open the door!"

Li He was banging on the door outside. The urgent noise made Fu Haitang even more anxious and violent. He gritted his teeth and struggled hard, looking at the only woman in the room. He wanted to tear her apart, but he also felt that the smell of her body was so comfortable.

The familiarity and peace of mind triggered from the bottom of my heart eased the irritable mood.

"Stop knocking! Li He, he doesn't want you to see him like this, go away, all of you."

Li He didn't listen. He decisively picked up the hammer that Song Weiyu had just thrown away. Just as he was about to break the door, Song Weiyu's calm voice came out.

"Li He, Fu Haitang won't hurt me. Even if he's stupid or crazy, he won't hurt me. Believe me this time."

Li He shook his head outside the door, "You don't understand, this drug is very powerful... He is now living a life worse than death. He has smashed all the furniture in this room! Come out, I beg you, please come out! Don't you even listen to your brother now?"

"Li He, you believe in me, just like I believe in him. Okay?"

Li He held the hammer, unable to hit the man, but also unable not to hit him. He paced at the door, almost collapsed.

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In the room, Song Weiyu returned to Fu Haitang, rubbed his hair and straightened it back.

She stopped crying. Instead, she smiled and said with a scolding tone but gentle movements, "Look at you. What have you done to yourself?"

Fu Haitang tilted his head away from her hand and looked at her coldly with caution.

Song Weiyu sat on his lap skillfully, holding his cheek, wiping his sweat, and glared back: "Don't look at me like that, or I'll beat you up."

He gritted his teeth and tightened his jaw, but his eyes narrowed.

He lowered his head into her neck, took a deep breath of her scent, then looked up at her.

Song Weiyu hugged his neck and murmured, "No wonder you lost so much weight in just one week."

Her soft and warm little hands touched the man's chest muscles that were tightened by the rope, "If you listen to me, I will untie the rope for you, okay?"

The man was silent for a moment, but his eyes showed his ferocity, as if he was waiting for a chance to strike back. His eyes showed that as soon as she untied the rope, he would tear her apart immediately.

Song Weiyu stretched out his finger and poked Fu Haitang's forehead, "Fu Haitang, take a good look at who I am!"

There was a fierce look on his face, he said nothing, and struggled and twisted his body restlessly, trying to break free from the shackles.

"Okay, you even forgot about your wife, right? You don't need the ring anymore. Give it back to me."

Choking with sobs, she went to take off Fu Haitang's wedding ring.

Fu Haitang's hands were tied tightly to the armrests of the chair. Apart from moving his fingers, he could not move anything else.

When the ring slipped off to the joint, Fu Haitang thought, "It's not comfortable to wear, I won't take it off again."

"Don't touch it!"

He spoke subconsciously, curling his fingers as hard as he could to protect the ring.

Song Weiyu continued to pick it, "Why can't I move? Is this ring important?"

Fu Haitang ignored the pain in her body and grabbed the armrest with her fingers to stop her from moving further. "It's very important, very important, don't touch it!"

Song Weiyu was so heartbroken that he could hardly hold on any longer.

She sat back on Fu Haitang's thighs, holding his face close to her, "But this ring is mine. Don't believe me? Look..."

Song Weiyu raised his right hand and placed it together with Fu Haitang's left hand. On the ring fingers of the two hands, one big and one small, were two identical wedding rings.

Fu Haitang stared at the ring in a daze, then looked back at her with a frown, his eyes becoming clearer.

He suddenly closed his eyes, raised his head, and hit the back of his head on the back of the chair. His expression was even uglier than when he lost his mind just now. "Why did you come here?"

The muscles of his neck were smooth, and because of the movement of tilting his head back, his chin to collarbone was tense, and his Adam's apple swallowed deeply. He was tied up with ropes, looking decadent and wild.

Song Weiyu untied the rope for him.

Fu Haitang realized her movements and stopped her: "Don't move the rope, I can't control myself, get out, now! Get out!"

Song Weiyu raised his eyes and glanced at him, but ignored him and continued to untie the rope.

"You...Where's Li He? Let Li He come in."

"Fu Haitang, I chased them away and locked the door. No one can come in. I know you don't want them to see you like this."

Fu Haitang felt the ropes on his body gradually loosening. He tilted his head back and let out a low roar of pain.

"Get out! Get out!"

"Why did you come back? Why come back now! When I needed you, you were with another man! I don't need you now, can you please leave?"