Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The sudden darkness made Song Weiyu unable to see what was in front of him.

She stood there holding the cup, and when her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Fu Haitang had already walked up to her, habitually took the cup from her hand and drank the remaining water.

"Are you blatantly watching me taking a shower?" he asked.

"No, I got up to drink some water. I didn't see anything..."

Her face turned red and she turned to leave, but Fu Haitang picked her up and said, "You didn't see anything? From your voice, it's a pity. How about I turn on the light and let you take a closer look?"

He put the person on the bed and pretended to turn on the light.

Song Weiyu was anxious and grabbed his hand, "Don't, I don't want to see it!"

"And... do you want to put on some clothes?" His bath towel had fallen off while he was walking.

With the faint light, Song Weiyu seemed to see something extraordinary. He hurriedly lowered his head, lifted the quilt, crawled in, and wrapped himself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Her evasive look reminded Fu Haitang of the first time they were together, which ended in failure after a lot of effort.

"Okay, okay, I'll get dressed and get in bed."

He directly lifted the quilt and lay down, "Baby, I'm dressed. If you don't believe me, feel it."

He grabbed Song Weiyu's hand and put it on his abdominal muscles. Song Weiyu's palm felt warm, and then he froze. He pulled his hand back and kicked him, "Fu Haitang! How dare you lie!"

Fu Haitang held her knees and pulled her into his arms, laughing softly, "You've given me three sons, why are you still shy?"

"You, you, you, stop talking nonsense. It's not my child. I didn't give birth to him!" Song Weiyu pushed him away while avoiding reality.

If you don’t remember, it means you didn’t give birth.

Fu Haitang said kindly: "Shh... Don't let Song Song hear this. Your son thinks you don't want him anymore. What if he has a nightmare tonight?"

Song Weiyu was unable to think straight and was almost fooled by him. She paused in his arms for two seconds.

Before she could even fight back, Fu Haitang lowered her head and kissed her on the lips, "Well..."

She seemed completely inexperienced and awkwardly closed her mouth to refuse him, but her chin was clamped and her teeth were pried open a little.

He did it with a slightly dissatisfied and forceful tone, and each blow seemed like a punishment, a punishment for her being neglected and alienated for so long, a punishment for her torturing him for so long.

The man's broad shoulders enveloped her completely, and her sobs swayed around the soft night light.

As the night deepened, Fu Haitang whispered in her ear, "Let me take you away from the capital. Let's go to a small town in the south. I'll build you the biggest yard, plant a lot of wild flowers and wintersweets for you, and then we'll open a small shop, just the two of us, okay?"

Her eyes were hazy and her eyelashes were still stained with tears. Her sweat-soaked hair was entangled with the man's strong arms.

Are you with him?

Let's go to a quiet small town together?

We would walk hand in hand in the evening, lie on the rooftop to watch the stars when it gets dark, and then grow old together holding hands.

Listen, it's pretty good.

When she was about to fall asleep, she closed her eyes and curled up in his arms and nodded, "Okay, we'll be together."

She fell asleep, but Fu Haitang didn't. He looked at the person sleeping soundly in his arms under the warm light without blinking.

Sometimes he touched her face, sometimes he touched her eyelashes, and the four words "can't let go" were reflected to the greatest extent.

"Promise me this time, you won't go back on your word again."

"I'm used to you going back on your word. I've developed antibodies against you. But this time, I can't let you go back on your word."

He gently kissed the woman's lips, "I won't regret anything for you, so you can only be mine. Be good in the future, and his life will be easier."

Early the next morning.

Song Weiyu closed his eyes as if he was trapped by something and could hardly turn over.

Every time she moved, the arm around her waist became tighter. When she was almost suffocating, she opened her eyes and saw herself sleeping in Fu Haitang's arms.

She remembered that he hadn't put on any clothes before going to bed last night. Now he was wearing pajamas, which covered his upper body, and only his neck and collarbone could be seen.

She didn't move, but looked up at his face.

The nose is straight, the eye sockets are deep, and the lips are soft... She swallowed, reached out to touch Fu Haitang's lips, and extended her hand along the lips to the jaw.

How could she bear to divorce her handsome, gentle and strong husband?

What kind of last resort is mentioned in the video?

As she was touching, she realized that the man had woken up at some point and was looking at her with burning eyes.

"I told you that you had bad intentions towards me and took advantage of me early in the morning. If you don't remarry me, you will keep touching me and you have to pay me." Fu Haitang listed the evidence of her crime like a victim.

She withdrew her hand awkwardly and looked at him cautiously, "I don't have any money."