Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

I took the staff elevator up to the 38th floor and stood at the door of his suite, hesitating. I put my ear to the door and listened, but unfortunately the soundproofing was too good and I couldn't hear a thing.

She entered the password, turned the lock, pushed the door open carefully, threw her shoes at the door, and walked in barefoot.

The sound of watching a video came from the living room.

There are laughter and conversation in the video, and it sounds very familiar.

With doubts, Song Weiyu went into the bathroom first, washed off the cat-like eye makeup on her face, and cooled her red eyes with cold water.

I stared at the mirror for a while, hesitating whether to go in or leave.

Reason is to leave, but to go in and see him is to sink into love.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she heard voices coming from the living room: "Marry her, marry her~ Marry him."

this is not……

She couldn't control her steps and walked inside.

Fu Haitang sat on the sofa, having taken off his shirt. On the coffee table were scissors, gauze and medicine powder. He was applying medicine to himself. The scars on his body were much better than when he first saw them seven days ago, and were healing into scabs.

The volume of the video was a bit loud, and he didn't notice that there was an extra person in the hallway, looking at him with a distressed look.

After applying the medicine on his body, Fu Haitang began to remove the gauze on his arm.

Song Weiyu stared at the gauze that was gradually being untied. Didn’t he say that there was medicine stuck in it and it couldn’t be untied?

She also wanted to see what the wound looked like under the gauze.

In my sight, the hand that was untying the gauze paused, and then wrapped it back together.

She frowned and looked up, fixing her gaze on Fu Haitang.

"If you don't want to come back, just sleep in the suite next door. I won't force you." His voice was very dull.

Song Weiyu walked towards him slowly, sat beside him, took the medicine powder from his hand, and rubbed the wound on his back.

Only then did I realize that the video playing on TV was the video of his proposal.

Was he relying on those old, pixelated images to get through the unbearable four hours? Could those memories be a cure for him?

Fu Haitang did not refuse her, but leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, watching the TV motionlessly. Occasionally he smiled, but it was a very faint smile.

Song Weiyu applied medicine and watched the video with him.

On TV, she was already wearing Fu Haitang's engagement diamond ring, which was very big and sparkling.

Friends were drinking and chatting, and the two of them were standing not far away and whispering. The video did not get close to them, but only captured their figures from a distance.

Song Weiyu blushed. In the video, she tilted her head back and leaned in the man's arms, letting him kiss her deeply.

Fu Haitang rubbed his itchy fingertips and said, "You were so well behaved at that time."

She is so obedient that he is the only one in her heart. She snuggles in his arms every day and tells him countless times in his ear: I love you.

"Are you not behaving well now?" she asked a nonsense question.

"Good, good. But it's not mine anymore."

Song Weiyu's heart sank a little. He looked down and saw the deep red nail marks on the palm of his hand, and turned it over to cover it.

The whole video is very long, consisting of several segments connected together. The proposal segment is less than 30 minutes long, and the next part is the wedding.

Fu Haitang's wedding was naturally grand, but the video did not capture anything ostentatious.

The small camera followed her all the time, capturing her being woken up by her mother in the middle of the night, yawning as she put on clothes and put on makeup.

She was filmed whispering with her mother, and Li Nian, wearing a bridesmaid dress, occasionally interjected.

When he saw his mother, Song Weiyu's eyes turned red.

Even though I bit my lips hard, tears still rolled down like a dam bursting.

Seeing her crying, Fu Haitang picked up the remote control and wanted to fast forward. Song Weiyu held his hand and said, "No, I miss my mother."

They were still in love at that time, and she would occasionally bring Fu Haitang home for dinner. Han Guanshan would be there at almost every meal, and he would secretly suppress Fu Haitang in the manner of a family member.

His mother would pat him on the head and say, "Although I love you, you are not allowed to bully my son-in-law!"

Han Guanshan was already a very troubled person at that time, but everyone kept it a secret from his mother.

When his mother hit him, he would smile and coax her good-naturedly: "Mom, please be gentle. I am thick-skinned and not afraid of pain. Don't hurt your hand."

Memories flooded in and she was on the verge of suffocation.

If my mother were still alive and knew that Han Guanshan was hurting her son-in-law like this, she would definitely run to Han Guanshan and beat him up.

The person on the screen was the one who loved her the most, and so was the one beside her. The hard armor that she had accumulated with great difficulty disappeared layer by layer. Song Weiyu covered her face and burst into tears.