Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The USB flash drive was handed back to the bodyguard, and everyone watched on the surveillance camera as Gu Zhenzhen mixed in with the group of reporters and walked towards the banquet hall on the 5th floor together.

The bodyguard pretended to pass by her, took advantage of the crowd to create physical contact, and stuffed the USB drive back into her bag.

Song Weiyu's heart, which had risen to his throat, finally slowly calmed down.

Yingying's eyes were full of smiles: "I will go tell Fu Haitang the good news, so he doesn't have to worry."

Li Nian recalled the content of the video, nodded desperately and muttered softly: "Not only do I not have to worry, the shock turned directly into a surprise..."

Song Weiyu didn't hear clearly, so he walked out of the monitoring room and rushed to the elevator. He looked at the time and it was almost 11 o'clock.

She got into the elevator and pressed the 38th floor.

But it just so happened that Fu Haitang was coming down from another elevator, and the two of them were walking in two enclosed spaces, one above and one below.

The 38th floor was still the Fu family’s private suite. As soon as she got off the elevator, the floor manager came up to greet her.

"Madam, Mr. Fu just went downstairs and has been gone for less than 5 minutes."

She had become accustomed to being called Madam by strangers. As time went by, the title gave her a sense of belonging, as if she had a family in this blank world.

It's a very reassuring feeling.

"Can you open the door for me?" She didn't know which room Fu Haitang's bedroom was, but she wanted to see the room they once lived in together.

The housekeeper opened the door for her and she walked in slowly.

The whole room is very large and even has its own kitchenette and small living room.

On the shoe cabinet at the door, there were several pairs of women's high heels, each pair was exquisite and beautiful. She bent down, picked up a pair and tried them on, and they were indeed her size.

Next to her were two pairs of slippers, one gray and one pink. She put on the slippers and hooked her toes, and found that they fit her perfectly.

Even if a person loses his memory, he will still have an inexplicable sense of closeness to the environment where he once lived.

In particular, there was a photo of her and Fu Haitang placed on the bedside, their clothes in the closet, two sets of toothbrushes in the bathroom, and countless skin care products.

The bed where Fu Haitang slept last night had not been made up yet, and the quilt was rolled aside. From the position of the pillow, it could be seen that her pillow was hugged by a man while she slept.

It feels wonderful to see the details of my past life from the perspective of a person with amnesia.

Just like picking up stars that fall into the bay, this one is mine, and that one is still mine.

The star bottle in my heart is slowly filled up.

In particular, she saw the labels that the man in the cloakroom had made for countless clothes, shoes, and jewelry.

"Did Fu Haitang and I often live here before?" she asked the housekeeper.

This is not a real home, but the atmosphere of life is too strong.

The housekeeper nodded: "Our hotel is the closest to the head office. Usually, you, Mr. Fu, and Mr. Chen, if you work overtime late at night, you don't go back to Mr. Fu's house, but come here to sleep directly. You spend at least half a month here..."

Mr. Chen, is that Chen Fang?

Song Weiyu didn't know that Chen Fang was in the hospital, and thought he could see him today. After all, on occasions like today, all the executives of Fu Group were present.

She really wanted to see what charm this man had that could make her give up Fu Haitang and fall in love with him.

"Mom? You're back?"

The door of the next room opened, and a young man who looked very similar to Fu Haitang walked towards her with a surprised smile on his face.

She was 20 years old, wearing a grey coat with a white sweater underneath. She was very tall and had broad shoulders, about the same height as Fu Haitang.

Song Weiyu couldn't help but smile. She didn't say anything, just stared at him.

She knew that this was her son.

Fu Liansong lowered her head and touched Song Weiyu's head: "Mom has lost her memory and has forgotten me. I am your most beloved baby, Song Song."

He had selfish motives. For so many years, Song Weiyu had always been cold and indifferent to him, rarely smiling at him and even beating him at every turn.

Taking advantage of her amnesia, she took over first with grievance and said, "I am your most beloved son! Mommy loves me the most!"

Song Weiyu smiled foolishly and repeated: "Song Song?"

"Yeah~ Mom~."

The two men, one tall and one short, looked at each other and grinned.

Fu Liansong took her hand and led her to the elevator: "Let's go, my dad is going to hold a press conference soon, and my eldest brother and second brother have already arrived downstairs. They are all busy, and we are the only ones who have nothing to do."

Song Weiyu obediently let him hold her hand and follow him.

Occasionally looking up at him, it was like seeing the young Fu Haitang.

"You and your father look a lot like each other." Her eyes sparkled as she smiled.

Fu Liansong hadn't seen Song Weiyu being so gentle to him for a long time. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart and quickly bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

"I thought you didn't like me because I looked like my dad. You loved my second brother very much and treated him very well. You gave him all the best things."

Song Song felt aggrieved and complained in a low voice.

Song Weiyu raised her hand, and he subconsciously dodged, thinking she was going to slap him again.

She just touched Fu Liansong's face gently, "You look like him, how could I not like you?"

In fact, Song Weiyu has never liked him since he was born, so Song Weiyu spent very little time with him.

His personality is very similar to Fu Haitang. Feeling that Song Weiyu doesn't like him, he just watches from afar without saying anything.