Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"I'm sorry, from the beginning today, I had no intention of going to your son's engagement party." That's why when they were in the cloakroom, she said that there was no need to dress so formally and beautifully today.

Fu Haitang pointed his finger at the steering wheel, not feeling surprised.

"Go to Jingxi Hospital? To find the man I told you was in the intensive care unit?"

"Well, I want to meet him. Maybe seeing someone familiar will remind me of something." She looked out the window. The snow was getting heavier, and it was very romantic.

She suddenly remembered someone had told her that the chances of a successful confession on the first snowy day were the highest in the year.

Who is it?

Could it be the man in the hospital?

"How do you know that he is familiar with you? Just based on that suit?" Fu Haitang turned the steering wheel with a smile.

"Maybe. When I saw the suit, I thought it was very different. That man must be very special to me."

She still remembers the trembling in her heart when she hugged the suit.

Fu Haitang laughed sarcastically and drove towards Jingxi Hospital.

Song Weiyu felt a little guilty. Logically, he should be welcoming guests at his son's engagement party instead of being her driver here.

So when she got off the car, she wrapped her coat tightly around her and said to him with a smile, "Thank you Mr. Fu for taking the time to pick me up today. I'm sorry I couldn't attend your son's engagement party, but I wish him and his ideal girl a happy marriage."

"Give my regards to your wife, too."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Fu Haitang's expression that she couldn't understand, and the tone of his voice seemed to be soaked in the snow outside, wrapped in coldness.

"Song Weiyu, do you think someone can fall in love with two people at the same time?"

She stood in the snow and thought for a moment, "No, if I really loved the first one, I wouldn't fall in love with the second one."

Fu Haitang knew that the first one was himself and the second one was Chen Fang.

Those feelings that she could not explain clearly gave him an accurate and affirmative answer after she lost her memory.

No wonder she had never said the three words "I love you" to him before.

Even though I saw him struggling on a stool with wounds all over his body, even though I witnessed him being tortured by depression and living a life worse than death.

Even though she knew that he had sacrificed his entire life for her and was controlled by others.

She felt distressed, guilty, and cried, and even stayed with him obediently for a while.

But I still don't love him.

Song Weiyu couldn't tell the difference between love and guilt towards Chen Fang, but she could tell the difference very clearly towards him.

Fu Haitang glanced at the huge Jingxi Hospital behind her, and his deep eyes fell on her snowy black hair again, "Go up, go see him."

Song Weiyu asked, "What's his name, and how do I find him?"

"You showed up in the intensive care unit, so naturally someone would recognize you."

Song Weiyu turned around with confusion, took a few steps, and wanted to look back at him again, but held back.

Don't covet what is not yours.

……

In the car, Fu Haitang called Special Assistant Yu and asked, "Are Han Guanshan's people still in the hospital?"

"Boss Fu, his people have been here all along, waiting for us to slack off so they can go in and assassinate Boss Chen."

Fu Haitang rolled down the car window and watched the heavy snow falling on the shoulders of her camel coat, her waist-length hair dotted with white flowers, and she walked further and further away.

A long-planned laugh, "Remove the people guarding Chen Fang."

Assistant Yu thought he had heard wrongly. If he removed the staff now, wouldn't that be tantamount to sentencing Mr. Chen to death?

Besides, how can I explain this to the Second Young Master?

"Director Fu, after the removal, Mr. Chen will definitely not survive for more than ten minutes."

Fu Haitang drove the car, following the wheel tracks he had left when he came, and said in a gloomy voice, "Yu Bin, be smart and act accordingly."

After hanging up the phone, Yu's face was filled with a rare nervousness. His mind was spinning rapidly. He waved to remove the bodyguards at the door of the intensive care unit, "Don't go too far. If you hear me smashing a cup, come here immediately."

Downstairs, Song Weiyu stepped onto the marble floor of the inpatient department lobby and walked along the dark blue carpet.

The lobby of the high-end private hospital is extremely luxurious. Even the girl at the front desk is stunningly beautiful and speaks very politely.

As soon as he saw her, he ran up to her and patted the snow off her shoulders, "Mrs. Fu! You're here..."