Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Qiqi, if I surrender myself, I will die. Do you really have the heart to watch me get shot? Besides, you have lost your memory and have no one to rely on. What will you do if I die?"

Han Guanshan reached out and wiped away her tears. "I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't cry. I really promise you that as long as you come with me, I will never touch drugs again."

"I can even hand over a list of all the people on the trading routes in Beijing to the police, as long as you leave the country with me."

Song Weiyu swallowed the bitter salt water that seeped into the corners of his mouth, "As long as I leave the country with you?"

"Yes, I will delete all the negatives of the video about Fu Haitang."

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At the engagement banquet, Wen Ying forced a smile and held Song Jingming's arm as she greeted and saw off guests.

When he was free, his eyes turned red. "When will Dad wake up? Uncle Li said he might sleep forever..."

Song Jingming smiled and put his arm around her waist to comfort her, "Don't cry, you've been crying every day since your father fell ill. If he wakes up and sees your red eyes, he'll scold me for bullying you."

Wen Ying pursed her lips and leaned on his arm for support.

Sun Hexi looked at her without blinking as she walked along.

He still had the air of a ruffian, and even though he was wearing a suit, it couldn't hide his laziness and dissoluteness.

Song Jingming sent Wen Ying away, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

Sun Hexi stopped halfway when he turned around to look at Wen Ying who was walking away with her back to him.

Her back is still breathtakingly beautiful.

Sun Hexi put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked away from her, and turned to walk towards Song Jingming.

"Boss, I didn't prepare any big gifts for your engagement, so this is for you."

He handed over a palm-sized box, which contained a heavy medal.

Song Jingming was very surprised, because Chen Fang's identity could never be made public in his lifetime, especially after Song Weiyu bought him out that year, his name could not even be found in the highest level hidden files.

He rushed to the hidden front without any name or status.

No one will give him a medal.

Sun Hexi smiled and said, "This...is not given to him by the country."

Song Jingming placed his palm on the medal, and the cold metal texture was gradually warmed by his body temperature.

"This was given to him by Sister Song, so it's not a real medal. It means nothing to us, but to him, it's the most precious honor."

"He said that if he died someday, he would give this to you."

After Sun Hexi finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Ying who was chatting with Su Jin not far away, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, but there was a sense of relief in the bitterness.

People in this line of work hate love the most.

Chen Fang is a typical example.

Song Jingming touched every inch of the medal with his fingertips, trying to feel Chen Fang's satisfaction and joy when he received it.

Chen Fang has never been good at expressing himself, and at that moment, he must have been speechless. To him, this medal is a combination of love and responsibility.

Song Jingming placed the medal in the inner pocket on the chest of his suit.

He handed Sun Hexi a cigarette and asked, "Where is the cargo that Han Guanshan asked to ship to?"

"It's going through border inspection, but few people dare to check Fu's land transportation. Generally, they just go through the motions and let it go. After all, for decades, Fu's land transportation has been the cleanest, and no one would suspect it."

Song Jingming nodded. "Don't be too easy. I'm transporting the goods this time just to contact the drug dealers on the border crossing. So, we have to find out something to force them to show up."

Sun Hexi nodded suddenly, "I see. I'll make the arrangements."

He took a puff of cigarette and said to Song Jingming with a smile, "It's no wonder that my elder brother wants to hand over this mess of business to you. You really have a brain."

Song Jingming thought of the content of Chen Fang's second letter and sneered.

"He's not just interested in my tricks. He wants to bury me in the nightlife of Beijing for the rest of my life."

Sun Hexi didn't comment and shook his cigarette butt. "After the drugs in the nightclub are cleared, we really need someone who can keep the place under control. This person must be clean, have a backer, never betray, and have a business mind. After thinking about it, you are the only one..."

"hehe."

Song Jingming squinted because of the smoke.

On the stage, reporters were asking questions to Fu Haitang, as if engagement was not the theme of this banquet.

The topic that everyone is concerned about is whether Mr. Fu feels that it is embarrassing for you that your second son works in a nightclub?

Fu Haitang's face did not look very good, and he felt a great sense of oppression when answering questions.

"My second daughter-in-law is just a college student, and she was raised too innocently by Chen Fang, so she naturally cannot take over his business. If Song Jingming marries her, he will be Chen Fang's son-in-law. A son-in-law is half a son, and it is not shameful for her to help her father-in-law run the business."

The reporter asked: "Mr. Fu, will you ask about the nightlife in Beijing in the future?"

He said disdainfully: "Night clubs are not worth my concern. But the premise is, don't let me know who bullied my son."