Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Han Guanshan smiled warmly, straightened up, played with his phone, and said maliciously, "Now, do you have an appetite to eat at the same table with me?"

Song Weiyu looked at him angrily.

Swallowing the tears, he nodded desperately, "I have an appetite, I have an appetite."

"Then roll down. You got shot in the shoulder, not your leg!"

Song Weiyu just felt that he was really moody now. He gave her the illusion that he was nostalgic in the last second, but in the next second he could scold her mercilessly.

The exquisite dining table was filled with various dishes that were delicious and tasty.

But, none of them were her favorite foods, and some of them were even her taboos.

In fact, her eating habits have not changed since she was a child, and Han Guanshan knew it. So, he deliberately prepared such a table of dishes to embarrass her.

The man lit up a cigarette and raised his chin towards the chopsticks in her hand, "Eat."

"If I eat it, will you explain what you just said on the phone?"

"It depends on my mood. But...if you don't want to eat, I definitely won't tell you."

Song Weiyu slowly picked up the chopsticks and looked at the stir-fried celery and shrimp closest to her, then looked at the stir-fried beans, bitter melon stuffed with meat, West Lake vinegar fish...

Carefully selected a shrimp.

But after being fried, the shrimps had already been mixed with the unique flavor of celery. She frowned slightly and swallowed it.

Han Guanshan put the cigarette into his mouth and bit it, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up some food for her, "Baby, you look so thin, you can't be picky about food."

The dishes she hated the most were put into the man's bowl one after another.

A plate full of smell that made her feel sick, and she would gag at the smell...

Song Weiyu put the food into her mouth with tears in her eyes. Halfway through, the chewing motion was numb and she couldn't taste the food at all. All she could think about was Han Guanshan's words: "Suicide..."

I seem to have the answer in my heart.

It reminded her of the arm that Fu Haitang had always covered up and didn't allow her to see.

And the shirt I saw in the office that day, I thought it was stained with red wine... Now that I think about it, it must have been blood.

His depression was so severe that he committed suicide?

And more than once?

Why didn't he mention it? Why did he always keep it from her!

The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached. She choked and started coughing violently.

Zhou Qingye stood aside, his face helpless and anxious, "Brother, don't force her, you know she is spoiled."

"That's because Fu Haitang spoiled her. Now that she's gone, who will spoil her?"

Han Guanshan looked at her coldly as she coughed until her face turned red and she smoked one cigarette after another.

In fact, Zhou Qingye knew that what he said was wrong. Once upon a time, Han Guanshan spoiled her even more than that man.

Because what Fu Haitang gave her were the resources that he already had, without any effort.

But what Han Guanshan gave her was what he had accumulated bit by bit with all his efforts and hardships, and it was also all he had without reservation.

However, she abandoned him and killed him with her own hands.

Song Weiyu drank some water, endured the nausea, and continued eating.

Han Guanshan clenched his hands under the table and watched her pale face turn pink due to coughing.

He held the cigarette next to him, but didn't smoke it anymore. It burned out in the blink of an eye.

He threw away his cigarette butt and pulled down her chopsticks.

"I haven't finished eating yet." She lowered her head, not sure whether the bitterness in her mouth was from the bitter gourd or from her tears.

She stubbornly reached out to take the chopsticks back, but the man stood up and threw the chopsticks away.

"Song Weiyu, you are quite tolerant now, just for your ex-husband? That useless thing?"

"Yes. Mr. Han, can you tell me now why he committed suicide?" Song Weiyu raised his head. Although his face looked pitiful, his eyes were firm and persistent.

Mr. Han?

Haha... Han Guanshan sneered and nodded, "Okay, aren't you bored? You've watched enough TV dramas. Come, I'll show you something different."

Han Guanshan stretched out his hand towards Zhou Qingye and said, "Give me the video that the psychologist sent me."

Zhou Qingye frowned, shook his head, and took two steps back.

If Song Weiyu saw this video, the consequences... I dare not even imagine it.

"Zhou Qingye, why, do you want to try that medicine too?" Han Guanshan glanced over with a gloomy look, without any emotion in his eyes, which was frightening.

Plug the USB into the TV.

Zhou Qingye took one last look at Han Guanshan and tried to stop him.

"Turn it on, turn up the volume for me, let her listen carefully to how Fu Haitang is in pain. Let her also see how deep the wound on Fu Haitang's arm is. Hehe..."

Song Weiyu sat on the sofa. His small body looked pitiful and funny under the loose hospital gown.

Han Guanshan stood behind her sofa, not lowering his head, but looking downward.

She watched the video and he watched her.

In the video, Fu Haitang's shirt is soaked with sweat, and he is struggling in pain on the treatment chair, with veins popping out on his forehead...

On the arm, there were two wounds at first.

After a few more videos, it became three.

The smooth and tight stitches have a bloody beauty, which is a symbol of his giving up his life.

Song Weiyu bit her lips hard, tears rolled out of her eyes and dripped onto her hospital gown. Her mouth was full of the taste of blood, and she cried silently like rain.

Han Guanshan leaned over and put his hands on her shoulders.

A hoarse voice fell into her ears, like the whisper of a devil, "Tell me, if you care about him so much, why did you divorce him?"

"I can only think of one reason. You did it on purpose to find an antidote for him, right? Hmm, baby?"