Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Song Weiyu, you might as well just kill me."

It was so dark outside the window that it was suffocating. At this moment, Chen Fang suddenly wanted to tell her everything.

He told her that Han Guanshan had originally fled abroad and planned to stay there for the rest of his life, and he was the one who tried every means to lure Han Guanshan out.

He told her that he had known about Fu Haitang's poisoning for a long time, and also knew that he had suffered from depression a long time ago.

Tell her that he had already expected Song Weiyu to take the initiative to go to Han Guanshan.

He also told her that he had known for a long time that this marriage could not be completed.

The only thing that even he himself was unsure of was whether he should let her get deeper and deeper into this conspiracy. But would it be too late to turn back?

Lin Yu is ready for temporary cooperation.

He also had a backup plan to ensure that he could rescue her safely from Jingbei before Lin Yu handed her over to Han Guanshan.

But the only bargaining chip in this plan is her safety.

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Song Weiyu had made up her mind, and no one could stop her. She took a long breath and said to Chen Fang, "You know me best. Just follow my plan. There is no room for negotiation."

"Fu Haitang may not have much energy to take care of everything during this period. Please keep an eye on the third child for me. Beijing University is the safest place in Beijing. Before the New Year, I will not allow him to leave the school."

Chen Fang's half body was immersed in the night, and the faint flame from his lighter could not even illuminate his eyes.

"it is good."

"Also, about the second brother... On the night of the Shaw Brothers celebration, why did you buy out all the media and suppress the fact that Wen Ying was his fiancée?"

Facing Song Weiyu's question, Chen Fang clenched his fists.

She must have guessed it, because once the relationship between Song Jingming and Chen Wenying was exposed, Song Jingming could only be his son-in-law in this life.

In fact, son-in-law or son, it’s not that important to him.

But these two identities affect another thing...

Song Weiyu still didn't want to push Chen Fang too hard.

She didn't wait for his answer, but warned softly: "The second son is the second son of the Fu family, and he is Fu Haitang's second son, and he will be so for the rest of his life. Chen Fang, I won't let you drag him down with me."

From the moment he received the call tonight until now, Chen Fang on the other end of the line has been almost paralyzed.

He couldn't utter any other words except agree.

"it is good."

Neither of them hung up the phone, but no one spoke again. A familiar sense of strangeness floated in the quiet air.

After a while, Song Weiyu spoke.

"If you hand me over to Lin Yu yourself, Fu Haitang will definitely make trouble for you when he finds out. You can discuss with Lin Yu. After I get the divorce certificate tomorrow, he will kidnap or rob someone. In this way, Fu Haitang will not vent his anger on you. You know, he is quite scary when he gets angry."

She gave instructions one by one, like a will, taking care of everyone she cared about.

Chen Fang took a deep breath and replied with a trembling voice, "Okay, tomorrow."

Song Weiyu paused, wanting to tell him not to worry about her, but then she felt that it was unnecessary, as he would definitely be worried. "Then I'll hang up first..."

The busy tone came from the phone, but Chen Fang was still frozen in the darkness.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be powerless.

The inner torment that Fu Haitang endured in the middle of the night in those years finally broke through time and space and attached itself densely to him.

He stood there for a long time before calling Lin Yu, "Fu Haitang and Song Weiyu will go to get their divorce certificate tomorrow. I won't be there. Arrange someone to kidnap her on her way home and lock her up in the Jingbei nightclub first."

"Okay, Chen Fang, I feel relieved with your words. Tomorrow, definitely!"

"I have a request. After all, she has been with me. Tell your men not to embarrass her. Take good care of her and send her to Han Guanshan unharmed."

"Haha, Chen Fang, should I say that you are a romantic or that you are cruel?"

Lin Yu's mocking voice swirled and grew louder. He had already contributed the person, so why was he still pretending to be a romantic man?

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Song Weiyu returned to the room. Fu Haitang was still watching the video, but it was obvious that the video could not divert his attention at all.

His furrowed brows were filled with pain, beads of sweat oozed from his upper body, and the veins in his neck were bulging, clamoring as if they were about to break through that thin layer of flesh.

Fu Haitang turned her head slightly, her red eyes scratching the tight skirt wrapped around her body inch by inch from top to bottom, "You've already left, why are you coming back?"

The voice was so hoarse that she felt the air was vibrating.

"I'm worried about you..."

Fu Haitang sneered, and suddenly thought of the thing she was wearing under her skirt today. She moved her neck and her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Then come here."

Song Weiyu was dawdling, sparks were about to fly from the soles of her feet. If she went over there, she would definitely be eaten up. She would torment her half to death every night in the next few days.

But you can't reason with him now. He is controlled by drugs and has little rationality left.

"What are you dawdling for? You came back now just to sleep with me, didn't you?"

The words of these bastards and his current aggressive attitude are completely different from the gentle and well-behaved man half an hour ago.

Song Weiyu's legs felt weak. Looking at his dark and fierce eyes, he instantly regretted his actions and turned around to run.

After taking two steps, his feet were lifted off the ground.

"Hey! Fu Haitang, let go, I regret coming back..."

She was hung on the man's waist, her two powerless legs flailing around.

"Ah!" A short, sharp scream.

The hem of the hip skirt was pulled directly to the waist, revealing the so-called fabric: two pathetic strings.