Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"So where should I go to find you in a few days? What's your name?"

"Fu Haitang, you can find me by asking anyone in Beijing for the address of Fu's head office."

He is indeed Fu Haitang.

Two days ago, outside Han Guanshan's office, she clearly heard Han Guanshan handing a USB flash drive to a woman, saying that it contained Fu Haitang's video.

"Oh, yes. You should be on guard against a woman named Gu Zhen these days. She seems to have some video about you. Han Guanshan said that this video can destroy you."

Fu Haitang immediately thought of the content in the video.

Presumably, Han Guanshan intended to use this video to deal the final blow to Fu when he held a clarification press conference.

With such a video in existence, any clarification is a joke.

Not only that, the fact that he had committed suicide due to depression would also be exposed to the public.

Fu Haitang stood up lovingly and patted her head: "Great, you're doing me such a big favor, are you willing to trust me?"

"letter."

He took out a long needle from his pocket and lifted Song Weiyu's quilt.

Yesterday, Li He told him that at Song Weiyu's request, she had another locator implanted in her body on the inside of her calf.

The reason why it didn't start is that after starting it will generate current, which can be easily detected by security checks or certain instruments.

So it can only be activated when necessary, but Song Weiyu has lost her memory and she has forgotten the backup plan she had left.

Fu Haitang held a long needle, brought it close to her calf, and aimed it at a very small red mole.

"This is a locator that you buried yourself before. It allows me to see your vital signs and location at any time. I need to activate it now. It will be a little painful. Baby, can you bear with it?"

Song Weiyu looked at the nearly ten-centimeter-long needle and frowned in fear, "Are you taking revenge on me for cheating on you?"

Fu Haitang touched her leg and said, "Haha, I have ten thousand ways to retaliate against you. There's no need to pretend to be Rong Mama and deliberately prick you with a needle."

She was unwilling and shrank back: "This needle is too long. It will hurt."

Fu Haitang was reluctant to do it, but he expected that Han Guanshan would take her away from the resort tomorrow and hide her somewhere else.

Once I lose her location and don't know where she is, my mind will be in great chaos.

"Be good, just for once, I'll be gentle, okay?"

Her ankles were held in the man's hands and she couldn't escape.

Song Weiyu covered his head with a pillow and shouted like he was going to die: "Then go ahead! But you have to succeed in one go."

After a brief, sharp pain, a tingling electric current passed through the calf and then disappeared.

Her face was still covered with the pillow, but she could feel a slightly cold lip press on her calf. The tears that came from her eyes in pain were immediately withdrawn, turning into a blush that spread to her cheeks.

"What are you doing...how can you kiss my...leg."

Fu Haitang stood up, took the pillow off her face, saw her flushed little face, and reached out to pinch it.

"Where on your body haven't I kissed?"

"Be good. I don't know what you want to find out, but since you want to stay here, I will send someone to secretly protect your safety. You can do whatever you want. But I will only give you three days. During these three days, you will have the opportunity to pay attention to the news and know where I am and what I am doing."

Song Weiyu's hair was scattered on the bed sheets. She lay lazily and asked him, "You are on the news? What news?"

"Financial news...current affairs news, and...entertainment gossip."

"?"

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The next day, Han Guanshan was still busy and nowhere to be seen.

I only vaguely heard him say on the phone, "Have you arranged it?"

"Zhonghe Hotel is Fu Haitang's largest industry, spread across Asia. The accident that happened in this iconic seven-star hotel in Beijing... has disastrous consequences..."

"Remote control, no mistakes allowed."

Song Weiyu only understood half of what was said after eavesdropping, but couldn't connect the dots.

She has not yet realized that her intelligence is not as good as before, and she is as innocent as a child who has not experienced the world.

Song Weiyu turned on the TV out of boredom and almost thought that Fu Haitang was some nationwide wanted criminal. Why was he the one he showed up on every channel he changed?

Even the young nurse at the door was talking about him.

She stuck her head out and walked slowly towards the young nurse in her slippers.

The young nurses held a small black square brick and quickly moved their fingers on it. She couldn't help but lean over to take a look.

"Ma'am, do you have any instructions?" The nurses were startled and quickly put away their phones.

She raised her chin towards her phone and said, "What are you watching? Come into the room and watch it together. I'm bored, so just think of it as chatting with me."

Two young nurses followed her into the ward.

She sat in the middle, and a man on one side showed her his phone: "Madam, look. This is the hottest news these days, about the richest man in Beijing."