Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chen Fang's bony hands tightly grasped the cigarette box on the coffee table. The smooth box instantly wrinkled and squeezed, and at the same time, his uneasy mind, which he was trying to suppress, also contracted violently.

He was also worried that something unexpected might happen along the way.

"Fu Haitang, I care about her more than you do, so of course I won't let anyone touch her."

"Heartbroken... Haha, what you mean by heartbroken is to repeatedly take advantage of her guilt and trick her? Then I am really not as good as you."

Chen Fang clenched the cigarette box as tightly as possible, and said in a tense voice, "I will tell her everything after this is over. I believe she will understand."

Fu Haitang's tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, "Of course she can understand! After all, you are Chen Fang. Even if you sell her, she will be happy to count the money for you."

These words were like a chisel that chiseled into Chen Fang's heart, and when it was pulled out, it pulled out a piece of flesh.

Fu Haitang snorted coldly, hung up the phone, and sat in the driver's seat.

Assistant Yu was confused and ran forward quickly: "Mr. Fu, where are you going? Don't you want me to drive you?"

"Well, I have something to do. You should take another car." As the words fell amid the roar of the engine, his Bentley slowly merged into the main road.

The Civil Affairs Bureau is on a less busy road, and there aren’t many people on the road during weekdays.

He hesitated as he drove.

He hired mercenaries in Southeast Asia to tell him that Han Guanshan was already preparing a route back home. But no matter which route he took, as long as he stepped into the capital, he would be able to grasp his whereabouts firsthand.

Originally, assassinating Han Guanshan was his primary plan, because once Han Guanshan died, no one could threaten her safety.

But the latest phone call...

The words reminded him: Don't forget what you agreed to in the original agreement. During your lifetime, cooperate with the higher-ups in everything they need you to do. Now, the higher-ups will not allow Han Guanshan to die so easily. He is responsible not only for the hundreds of lives that have been lost in the past twenty years, but also for countless lives now and in the future.

At this moment, A is not an option, and B is not an option.

Either Han Guanshan dies or he dies.

While hesitating, he almost ran a red light and braked hard, crossing the white line.

Looking at the countdown of the red light, he darkened his eyes. Whether it meant breaking the contract or causing irreversible political impact on the Fu family, he could not take the risk. Even if the plan might cause her some harm, he could not try it.

What's more, in this life, if he had not really reached the point of desperation, he would never have died before Song Weiyu.

How could she possibly leave herself in this world?

He made a call.

The other party spoke in broken Chinese, "Fu, Han's side will leave the day after tomorrow. You said last night that you and Chen had a new plan, so let's suspend our sniping..."

"No, I still don't believe him. The plan remains the same. Han enters Beijing and you snipe him immediately."

……

At this time, Song Weiyu had been stopped by Lin Yu's men. He seemed polite, but in fact, he grabbed her hair and got on the SUV.

I scratched my hair and it hurt, but there was no visible wound.

She was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard to hold it back. After all, this little pain was too insignificant compared to the days ahead.

As she was passing an intersection and waiting for the red light, she saw an ambulance with its lights flashing and speeding in the opposite direction.

She sat in the back seat of the SUV, her expensive clothes were torn out of shape by the violence, her hair was messy, but her eyes followed the ambulance into the distance.

After a few seconds of disordered breathing, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Song Weiyu covered his chest, his face was pale and he was gasping for breath.

The thug in the passenger seat turned around and cursed: "You bitch, why are you pretending? I didn't hit you, I just pushed you a few times! Pretending to be sick doesn't work!"

She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. Along with the pain, an indescribable panic spread throughout her body.

At this moment, Song Weiyu wanted to call Fu Haitang.

Want to hear his voice.

Pressing her chest hard, she fished out her cell phone from her coat pocket, dialed his number, and just as she was about to call, she was grabbed by the thug in front.

"Want to call the police? Haha, you are so naive!"

She endured the pain and explained, "No, I'm not calling the police. I want to call my husband..."

The gangster stared at her for a while, as if he heard some big joke.

He suddenly burst into laughter. "You mean your ex-husband? You want to call your ex-husband? Hahaha, you might as well call the police. The police are kinder than him."

The cell phone was taken away, turned off and thrown into the passenger storage box.

Only then did Song Weiyu truly feel what it meant to be isolated and helpless.