Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

On the other end, Shen Lanyin smiled and handed over the phone, "Sorry, Mr. Fu, I accidentally spilled the wine on your suit."

Fu Haitang didn't even raise his head. He fastened his cufflinks while opening his phone to look for call records.

Shen Lanyin wanted to help him button his shirt, but he took two steps back and glanced at her with displeasure, "Who allowed you to touch my phone?"

She looked a little embarrassed and said, "The man called twice, and I was afraid it was urgent, so I answered."

Fu Haitang glanced at the phone number.

The engagement party had not yet begun. Fu Haitang had made some arrangements with Shao Guoren and Li He, and asked Fu Chunhe to keep an eye on Song Song at all times. It took ten minutes to finish all this.

He then walked out of the hotel and called back.

However, during these ten minutes, Song Weiyu just held the phone blankly.

The three words "Fu Haitang" kept repeating in her mind...

Some images suddenly flashed through my mind, like a crabapple tree growing proudly on a mountainside somewhere, and in the middle surrounded by the crabapple trees was a whole wintersweet garden.

She pressed her temples and felt a dull pain in the nerves on the side of her brain.

Wintersweet? Song Weiyu remembered Fu Haitang's inexplicable words that day: "The wintersweet is about to bloom."

Also, why did she feel so uncomfortable when she heard Fu Haitang calling Shen Lanyin's name?

This feeling is even worse than losing that black suit.

Song Weiyu felt like a blind person, struggling to move forward in a maze. At every corner of the maze stood a stranger wearing a mask, making her guess who they were.

The nerves in her brain were becoming more and more painful, so she closed her eyes to relieve the pain. Then her cell phone vibrated.

She was not happy in her heart, and answered the phone with a frustrated look, "Did Director Fu change his clothes?"

Fu Haitang frowned and smiled in confusion, "It's changed."

The man's voice was still low, scraping her eardrums with magnetism, but when he called out "Shen Lanyin", his voice was even more pleasant than that.

Is Shen Lanyin his wife?

The name sounds nice, like a lady from a noble family. I guess she is prettier than her...

The domineering boss and his lovely wife, they are really a perfect match, haha.

Song Weiyu wrote a short essay in her mind, praising this match made in heaven that she imagined, without realizing that her voice sounded like vinegar. "Mr. Fu, today is your young master's engagement banquet. I'm sure you and your wife are very busy. I won't disturb you. Goodbye."

She hung up decisively, but expected the man to come back immediately.

Fu Haitang's car had already driven out of the hotel. He threw his cell phone on the passenger seat and the numbers on the dashboard soared.

I know her too well, so I can hear the unhappiness between the lines of her words, and of course, there is also a hint of jealousy.

The Bentley sped along the spacious road in the suburbs of Beijing. The warm morning sunlight penetrated the lonely treetops and shone on the dark car window.

He smiled helplessly facing the rising sun. It was not easy to love her, but who knew that not loving her was even harder.

It was still early, so Song Weiyu took a shower and smeared his face in front of the mirror.

There was no makeup except lipstick, but she couldn't use any makeup now because she couldn't even leave the bedroom door.

During this time, I looked at my phone countless times, but it was silent as if it was broken.

The bad temper in his bones increased exponentially the more times he looked at his phone, and it was about to burst out of his head when he heard sounds of fighting at the door.

"Madam! Please don't come out, someone is here to cause trouble!"

Song Weiyu lay on the inside of the door and listened to the sounds of flesh colliding and sticks clashing outside. He gently locked the door and hesitated whether to jump off the windowsill and take the opportunity to slip away.

One of her hands and shoulders was not working properly, and when she struggled to climb up to the window to observe the terrain, the door was kicked open.

Seeing four or five bloody thugs standing at the door, she was so scared that she froze on the windowsill, with one leg hanging outside the window, unable to support herself.

"You, you guys..." The woman's voice was filled with tears, and she reached for the cell phone in her pocket in a panic.

I didn’t know to call 110 first, but instead called Fu Haitang directly.

The thugs didn't come close and let her call for help. Then, a piano sound came from the door.

Fu Haitang answered the call while holding up his phone. He appeared at the door calmly and walked into the room with dignity. "Don't you want to disturb me? What's the matter?"

Song Weiyu was still sitting on the windowsill, biting her lips. When she saw him, tears inexplicably fell.

He walked a few steps and stopped in the room, looking at her, still talking to the phone: "Didn't your teacher teach you to call the police first when you encounter danger? You called me first, could it be that I would drop from the sky?"