Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

At that time, Zhou Qingye and Han Guanshan worked together. After get off work, he listened to Han Guanshan talk about their past.

He said that he first met Song Weiyu when he was seven years old, beside a smelly ditch in the suburbs of Beijing.

He was picking up potatoes that others didn't want, and she was holding a small umbrella, smiling at him in a flowery dress, and telling him softly that sprouted potatoes should not be eaten because they are poisonous.

Han Guanshan said that it happened to rain that day, and it was a beautiful rain, but unfortunately he was too embarrassed the first time and did not dare to look up at her.

However, as fate would have it, a few days later, he ran into her again while picking vegetable leaves on the ground after the market closed.

She was holding her mother's hand and eating candied haws when she suddenly smiled and called out to him in a sweet voice, "Mom, he is the little brother who picked potatoes."

Although he did not get wet in the rain this time, he was still poor, dirty and undignified. His skinny wrist bones were protruding. He was carrying a broken bamboo basket with half of it missing. He pretended not to hear and concentrated on picking vegetable leaves.

She ran over and tilted her head to look at him, and her white and tender little hand handed him a green grape-flavored candy: "Little brother, you are so awesome."

He doesn't understand what's so great about him because no one has ever told him that he is great.

"You ate sprouted potatoes and still lived."

He had been without a father since childhood, and his mother had been lying in bed, gasping for breath and waiting to die, so he had been cold and withdrawn since childhood.

At that time, he pushed Xiao Qiqi away and looked at the little girl lying on the ground with cold eyes, "If I don't eat, I will starve to death. Only by eating can I live."

She was still holding the green grape flavored fruit candy in her hand and she started crying.

Her mother rushed over and picked her up. Han Guanshan thought her mother would be like other parents, calling him a bastard, shameless and dirty, and telling him to get away.

Her mother squatted down and smiled, wiping away little Qiqi's tears: "Little brother didn't push you down on purpose. Didn't Qiqi want to be friends with little brother? Let's invite Qiqi's little brother home for dinner, okay?"

Her big eyes were full of tears. She looked at him eagerly and handed him the candy again: "Then what about the little brother?"

Her little hands were sweaty, as if she was trying to melt the fruit candy. Han Guanshan's heart was melted by her at that moment.

For some reason he followed Qiqi home and had the most sumptuous meal he had ever had since he was old enough to understand.

Xixi used her chopsticks, which were not very comfortable to use, to pick up food for him and gave him the chicken leg from her own bowl.

Xixi's mother was smiling the whole time, her eyes and eyebrows were curved, which made people feel at ease. She also picked the leaves he picked, washed them, fried a lot of meat slices for him, and handed them to him, "Xiaoshan, this is what you worked hard for, take it home and let your mother taste it."

That night he heated up the stir-fried meat and served it to his mother. It was the most delicious meal his mother had ever eaten.

From then on, whenever his Qiqi went to school, he would carry her schoolbag and pick her up.

He worked everywhere during the day, and he was reluctant to eat the cakes and pastries given to him by others, so he left every piece for her.

I would spend the few dollars I earned a day buying medicine and food for my mother, and the rest on buying delicious food for her.

Qiqi would generously hug his arm and proudly introduce him to others despite his poverty: "This is my little brother, the person who loves me the most in the world."

But he never admitted that he was her brother.

Through the seasons, from winter snow to spring sunshine, he sent her from elementary school to high school, and then to college.

From her delicate age of six to her graceful age of eighteen.

"What happened next?" Zhou Qingye asked.

Han Guanshan laughed sarcastically and said nothing...

Later, on a hot and dull summer afternoon, she went to buy books wearing the white dress he bought for her.

The skirt was flying, and the girl's beautiful legs were running on the scorching ground. She turned a corner outside the school and accidentally bumped into the heartbeat of life...

...And then, there was no later.

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Song Weiyu was kept under house arrest by Han Guanshan. Even though she vented her anger on Han Guanshan every day, she still felt depressed, which led to Fu Liansong's premature birth at eight months old.

It was raining heavily that day and the whole city was hazy in the rain.

Because she hadn't eaten much for breakfast, Han Guanshan held a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, rolled up his sleeves, and muttered in the kitchen like a nagging woman.

She got annoyed and threw away all the seven or eight kinds of fruits he had just cut.

As the fruit lay on the floor, she saw that all of them were cut in such a way that the center was the sweetest part.

The men stood in a row at the door of the room, and no one dared to say a word.

In just six months, they realized that Han Guanshan was domineering in the nightlife of Beijing, and this pampered woman was domineering in Han Guanshan's heart.

Han Guanshan couldn't hold back any longer, and pointed his finger at her from a distance, "Song Weiyu, I was spoiled by you. I never go into the kitchen. I almost live in the kitchen every day just for you to have a few more bites of food! If I had known you were so careless, you wait for me, I will beat you to death right now!"

He always said he would beat her to death and then slammed the door and left.

This time, before he could slam the door, Song Weiyu fell on the sofa, his face pale and he bit his lips. His forehead was aching and sweating, but he refused to say a word.

He panicked and almost flew to her side, "Xixi, Xixi..."

As the outstanding graduate of that class and the only male student, he actually forgot all the knowledge he learned in the pregnant women class and just carried her to the car.

In the heavy rain, Zhou Qingye was driving in the middle, with two cars of his own men escorting him in the front and the back. There was nothing he could do as Han Guanshan had too many enemies.

At this moment, Han Guanshan was more scared than ever before, afraid that a car would suddenly come out from nowhere to seek revenge and waste her time.

He held her in the back seat, his face tense, unable to utter a word, as he watched her already thin and pale face slowly lose its color.

When she was about to close her eyes, Han Guanshan choked up and said, "As long as you hold on, after you are discharged from the hospital, I will promise you whatever you want."

"I want you to die?"

"can."