Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

With these words, she gritted her teeth and persisted.

The off-road vehicle sped along the road, and Zhou Qingye drove fast and steadily.

The raindrops were in strings, making it hard to see the world outside the window. In the back seat, the two of them kept staring at each other, her eyes full of disgust and hatred, his eyes slightly red, too deep to be seen through.

The red light in the operating room came on and he slumped in a chair in the hallway, his clothes stained with her blood.

Zhou Qingye remembered that the last time he felt so down and out was ten years ago. Qiqi lowered her head and whispered to him, "Han Guanshan, I'm pregnant."

At that time, Fu Haitang's mother didn't recognize her at all. She hadn't even gotten married, but she insisted on giving birth to Fu Haitang's eldest son.

He called Fu Haitang a coward, but was beaten half to death by people sent by Fu Haitang's mother.

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Fu Liansong was born weighing only four and a half pounds. He watched the baby being put into the incubator before he had the chance to hold him.

The baby was always restless and often had convulsions, but would calm down when he heard his voice.

The doctor said that it was because he often talked to the baby when he was in the mother's womb, and the baby remembered his voice.

He didn't dare to go see Song Weiyu, for fear that she would see him angry and depressed, so he could only sneak into the ward at night and tell the confinement nanny what she liked to eat and what she hated.

Then he warned the two month nannies with a sullen face: She has a bad temper, you are not allowed to make her angry.

The doors of other people's single rooms were quiet, but there were four bodyguards guarding her room door at all times. Han Guanshan knew that she didn't like it, but he didn't dare to gamble, because he had formed the habit of guarding against enemies over the years.

He looked at other people's wards, where people were happily coming in and out, and he vaguely felt that ordinary days were really happy.

He spent the rest of the day outside the incubator glass, watching Song Song's little hands and feet moving from afar.

He was so anxious to take the baby out, but the baby was so small that every time he looked at him, his heart ached and softened.

Back then, he had given half of his heart to Qiqi, and now he had given the other half to her son.

When he was bored and chatting with other dads, they asked him what he did to be so rich. For the first time, he hesitated and felt that his business was really shameful.

Embarrassment for the little thing inside.

Song Song stayed in the incubator for 14 days. He wanted to buy it back, but the doctor rolled his eyes at him. For once, he was good-tempered and didn't blink.

When the nurse carried Song Song out and handed her to him, he was so scared that he hid back, waving his hands in the air: "I can't do it, I can't do it, I don't dare to hold her."

"You don't even dare to hug your son?" the nurse teased him. "You look fierce and domineering, how can you be so timid in front of your wife and children?"

Not his wife, nor his son, but he likes to hear this.

When he held Song Song in his arms for the first time, his whole body stiffened as if he had stepped on a landmine.

But the baby seemed to know that this man had been with him outside the incubator since he was born. He did not cry and even stretched out his little hands to touch his lips and chin.

The baby in his arms was so small that he could hold it up with one hand. He was a cruel and ruthless person who killed people without blinking an eye, and a soft spot suddenly sank in his heart.

Zhou Qingye left him a photo taken at that time, which he loved very much.

I took the photos and ran to the graves of the two mothers, knelt down, kowtowed, and confessed, "Mom, I have a son, it's Xixi's son."

Song Song almost grew up in the palm of his hand.

Unfortunately, after a few days, the child’s hard-hearted mother asked him to keep his promise.

At that time, he had just washed his hands, and with a smile on his face, he changed Song Song's diaper carefully.

The confinement nannies all praised him for being so good and awesome.

He smiled arrogantly and proudly, feeling a sense of accomplishment just like he had conquered the Southeast Asian market.

Song Weiyu looked at him coldly and said, "Go to the roof and jump down. It's close to the hospital, so it's convenient to get a death certificate."

He hid his smile and quickly covered the baby's ears. "Why does your mother want to beat and kill people every day? She's just like a gangster. We won't listen to her. We will go to school, study hard, obey the law, and be good people."

"Tsk...Han Guanshan, don't touch my son with your dirty hands. I'm afraid he will be implicated when you go to hell."

Han Guanshan paused as he was covering the baby with a blanket and subconsciously let go, but Song Song's little hand grabbed his index finger and wouldn't let go, kicking her short legs and shaking her around.

He really couldn't bear to do it, so he asked for the truth.

"Qiqi, let me stay with you for another month, just one month. Then I will let you kill me with your own hands."