Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

How could Zhou Qingye not know that returning to China this time would be a trap.

He advised Han Guanshan countless times in Southeast Asia to give up this obsession, but every time, the answer he got was silence.

Song Weiyu was a ray of light that came through when Han Guanshan was trapped in a cage of embarrassment and inferiority at a young age. This ray of light was gentle and long, enveloping the little boy who was picking potatoes in the stinky ditch.

From then on, even the scorching sun was not as hot as her.

He protected her light as it grew up, watching her grow from a little baby in a puffy skirt into a bright and beautiful young girl.

Loving someone is like raising flowers. He gives away everything he has and exchanges it for the finest soil, the sweetest spring water, and the richest nutrients to water the flower.

He held it carefully and looked at it, but in return he said: "Brother, I seem to like a boy."

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm pregnant and I can't go to the national competition. I can't wear the dancing shoes you bought for me."

"Brother, don't blame him! I did it on my own will, I love him..."

Later, his light no longer enveloped him.

He hid back in that cage of inferiority and sensitivity.

Just like a person who is used to a bright and beautiful life suddenly falls into a swamp, his days become colder and more difficult to endure.

Saving money for her became the only support for Han Guanshan's life.

He said: If Mr. Fu doesn't want her anymore, I can't let her live a bad life. She likes dancing, and I want to send her to study abroad. When the time comes, I will take care of her children, and she can continue to dance.

Zhou Qingye looked at him eating steamed buns with pickles and said: You will never be able to surpass that guy named Fu in your entire life. Forget it, just accept your fate.

He said: I won't accept my fate, I want her to see someone to rely on when she looks back.

In this way, if she regrets and wants to go back one day, she won't be timid and hesitant.

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"Drip drip drip..."

The ward was quiet with only the sound of the equipment operating.

In the private hospital, Han Guanshan held the woman's hand beside the bed. He wanted to put the Buddhist beads back on her, but he was afraid that she would dislike it.

She was right. This string of Buddhist beads had been with him for too long, had witnessed too much killing, and had been stained with countless blood.

It really wasn't worthy of being worn on her hand.

The doctor said that she had too many injuries on her body, and the trauma on the back of her brain had not yet recovered and was stimulated, so it was uncertain when she would wake up.

Zhou Qingye leaned back on the sofa, frowning as he arranged another time to leave.

But he knew that Fu Haitang would not sit idle during this period of time. He might have set a trap for them to fall into.

The doctor stood in front of the bed, looked at Han Guanshan's gloomy face, and answered carefully:

"Boss, the patient's brain has already been operated on, and after such a great stimulation, she will definitely change after she wakes up. Maybe she will recover her memory, or maybe... she will lose all her memory."

"What do you mean by losing all your memories? You'll forget me too?"

Han Guanshan could not hide his violent expression, his furrowed brows showed disapproval.

"It is most likely the case. Because in the patient's subconscious, she is in great pain and it is difficult for her to accept this experience."

The ward was quiet for a moment.

Han Guanshan opened the window and smoked. The withered branches of the deep winter pressed into his gray eyes, but not far away was the slowly rising sun.

The strands of golden light tried to break through the thick clouds, and he wondered, is this hope?

The moment he threw the cigarette butt, he changed his mind and thought, there is no hope for a drug dealer.

It would be better for him to push away the clouds with his own hands and see if the sunshine behind the clouds is still willing to shine on him.

Zhou Qingye went to the door and answered a phone call, and his low roar was echoed in the corridor.

"Brother, there was a problem with a batch of goods entering or leaving the country, and they were detained at the border inspection. The informant was too anxious and showed signs. It seems that the police are watching us."

"The batch of goods from Song Jingming?"

Han Guanshan seemed to have expected this. He gently wiped Song Weiyu's hands without even raising his head.

"Well, they are mixed in Fu's land transport container. There are quite a few of them. They are all original goods."

It was obviously not a good thing, but Han Guanshan's smile grew deeper and deeper.

Finally, he put Song Weiyu's hand into the quilt and covered it, then stood up and hung the towel on the window where the sun could reach it.

"Song Jingming wants to set me up to die, haha. Then I'll drag Fu Haitang to die with me."

Zhou Qingye touched the back of his head, his expression never relaxed, "Brother, you asked him to transport the goods because you guessed that he would deliberately cause trouble?"

"Yes, Song Jingming wants to use this shipment to find out the truth about the border crossing, so he will definitely create trouble on purpose. The bigger the trouble, the more people will be involved, and our contacts will naturally get restless, and once they get restless, they will be caught by the police."

Han Guanshan looked at the pink towel hanging on the window and laughed fiercely. "Sacrificing the entire trading line in exchange for Fu's going to hell is worth it."

Zhou Qingye suddenly realized.

It turned out that Han Guanshan had already decided to temporarily give up the domestic market.