Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The basement is like a cage, isolating itself from the outside world.

Unable to tell the difference between day and night, at this moment, Song Weiyu saw only red.

No one cared that she was in so much pain that she couldn't even scream, and no one cared that she was almost twitching in pain. The thugs pinched her fingers as if they were commonplace, looked at them, and threw them into a palm-sized abandoned iron box.

The wedding ring on the finger hit the iron box, making a crisp metallic sound.

She collapsed on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, and felt a familiar pain in her heart. She twitched slightly, but still stretched out her bloody hand to the man: "Give me back my ring."

"Don't worry, we don't want your ring. Tomorrow your finger and the ring will be in the hands of your ex-husband."

"No, don't give it to him! I'll give you money, just don't give it to him, don't let him know!"

Song Weiyu really couldn't imagine how heartbroken and angry Fu Haitang would be when he saw this finger without a nail, or even how he would lose his mind.

The gangsters looked at her broken face where blood was gushing out, then looked at each other, and then at Zhao Han.

Zhao Han's face was still oozing blood, and the wound was gaping, looking extremely scary.

She snatched the iron box and held it up to Song Weiyu: "Tomorrow morning, I guarantee that your ex-husband will receive this special gift!"

Zhao Han didn't dare to delay any longer, fearing that if he was a second late his face would be ruined, so he stumbled out with the iron box in his hand.

When hanging out in nightclubs, broken arms and legs are common. The gangsters can easily deal with such injuries, but their movements are very rough.

When he was thrown back into the cage, Song Weiyu had fainted from the pain.

Her thin body was covered by her coat, and her breathing was barely noticeable. Her long hair was messy and spread on the side of her face. Her delicate but extremely pale facial features looked like a gardenia that was about to wither.

Everyone else in the cage was hiding from Song Weiyu, fearing that she would die tonight and they would be accused of false charges.

Sleep all night.

It hurt all night.

When I opened my eyes again, my whole arm felt like it was falling apart.

She lay on the concrete floor, staring motionlessly at the cold iron pillars of the cage. Her eyes, which used to be bright and lively, were now covered with a layer of dust, and her whole body's reactions became a little slow.

I could hear the sound of an iron rod hitting an iron cage. The piercing sound was so loud that the air had to move away.

"I'm calling you! Are you deaf? Here, the second in command prepared breakfast especially for you."

Two buns and a bottle of water were thrown into the cage and rolled to her side.

Song Weiyu didn't pick up the buns. Instead, she raised her hand and touched the pearl earring on her left ear. The peacock green pearls were round and large, and she tapped them gently.

My left ear seems to be really deaf.

I couldn't hear anything but a buzzing sound.

Lin Hu rushed straight to Song Weiyu from the doorway as if he had been stung by a bee. "F**k you, you stinky bitch! You've disfigured Zhao Han!"

She pulled herself together and threw the buns to the captive birds huddled together at the other end of the cage.

Her throat hadn't touched water for a whole day and night, and she was so hoarse that she couldn't speak. Her hands also didn't work well, and the simple movement made her tremble in pain. She could only barely unscrew the bottle cap.

He drank half the bottle in one breath before speaking: "Why, are you scared?"

Lin Hu was furious. "So what if she is not Han Guanshan's cousin? But she is Zhao Yiyi's biological cousin after all. Pillow talk is the most terrible, don't you know? If Zhao Yiyi tells Master Han something, I will die with you!"

Song Weiyu raised his hand. His blood had turned red and black due to long-term oxidation, and it stained his entire hand and sleeves.

"She cut off one of my fingers, and I disfigured her. Isn't that unfair?"

The woman in front of him had only four fingers left on her right hand, and the irregular bandages looked weird and creepy.

"Fuck! Where's your finger? Can you still connect it?" Lin Hu was in a panic and turned to the guard and yelled, "Where's her finger!"

"Zhao Han took it away last night. I heard this morning that she found someone in the same city to deliver it, and it's on the way to Fu's house."

……

Lin Hu's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Why did he offend Han Guanshan, Fu Haitang and Chen Fang overnight?

He covered his forehead, lowered his head and took a deep breath, "Fuck! You bitches, each one is more stupid than the other."

Song Weiyu stared at Lin Hu. This was her last chance and she couldn’t let Fu Haitang receive her severed finger.

"Lin Hu, you'd better pray that Fu Haitang didn't receive my severed finger, otherwise I promise that today, neither you nor Lin Yu will be able to escape."

Lin Hu put his hands on his waist and paced back and forth anxiously.

It is said that Mr. Fu still has feelings for his wife. If he really comes to Shulou today because of this severed finger, the consequences...

Lin Hu swallowed and kept guessing in his mind, it’s just his ex-wife. A smart man like Fu Haitang shouldn’t do anything excessive for his ex-wife, right?

After all, in the nightlife scene in Beijing, Lin Yu is the big brother with the most connections and means except for Han Guanshan.

They are all well-known men in Beijing. There is really no need for Fu Haitang to fall out with them because of a woman.

At most, like Chen Fang, he could negotiate a cooperation, let Lin Yu apologize and pay some money and that would be it.

After all, it's just a broken finger, not missing an arm or a leg, and it's not fatal.

On the other side, the local courier had already knocked on the door of Fu's house.