Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang's eyes fell on her chest. After all the trouble last night, she was not allowed to wear clothes, and now she was still naked.

"No money... You see, we are divorced now. You live in your ex-husband's house, do you have to pay for living expenses? And accommodation fees?" he said kindly.

Song Weiyu nodded blankly: "Yes."

"But you don't have any money to give me, right?"

"Well, I don't have any money..."

Fu Haitang was about to laugh, but she held back for a few seconds. "How about you sleep with me every night and warm my bed to pay for my living expenses? If you do a good job, I will give you money. Think about it, if you have money, you can go out and buy a lot of things, and you can also buy gifts for Song Song."

Song Weiyu looked into Fu Haitang's eyes, trying to tell if he was lying.

But the man's brown eyes were full of sincerity.

She frowned as she studied the deal. It wasn't difficult to warm his bed, but... sleeping with him was tiring, so tiring that she wanted to cry.

I'm so confused.

Fu Haitang looked at her thinking seriously and couldn't help but pick her up and held her in his arms and laughed for a long time: "Little fool, I can't bear to lie to you, what should I do."

She raised her head from the man's arms with great effort: "Then I'll promise you first, before I find Chen Fang."

The smile on Fu Haitang's lips froze immediately, and the tenderness in his eyes instantly disappeared: "Why do you have to find him?"

"Because people on the Internet said that I divorced you because of him, and the photo they posted... was of me kissing him."

As she spoke her voice became lower.

She seemed to be frozen by the coldness in Fu Haitang's eyes, and her whole body froze in fear in his arms.

"You're going to go find him just for a kiss? Then what does it mean that you slept with me last night?"

"You forced me to do that last night. I didn't even know what you were going to do. I was completely confused and you did that to me."

She tried to explain in a hurry, but she felt Fu Haitang's growing anger, so she lowered her head and dared not look at him.

He whispered, "I'm just curious. I want to go see Chen Fang. Maybe seeing him will remind me of something. Besides, it's not like I won't be coming back."

Fu Haitang said: "Every time you see him, you will never come back."

She didn't see the man's expression when he said this, she only saw the quilt beside him lifted. Fu Haitang got up and went into the bathroom to wash up, and the sudden emptiness made her feel cold.

Lying on the bed, I unconsciously rubbed against him, absorbing the warmth he left behind.

Is he suddenly angry because he is jealous?

But she really just wanted to meet Chen Fang out of curiosity.

She hesitated whether to wait for Fu Haitang to come out so that she could explain, but the man just washed up and went out directly without even looking back at her.

Song Weiyu slowly got up, found clothes in the closet, and took a shower.

Her fingers didn't work very well, and the wound was stained with water, so she hissed in pain.

My shoulders hurt so much when I was blow-drying my hair that I only stopped when it was half dry.

Looking at the wound on her severed finger, she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance, as if, if Fu Haitang didn't want her, then no one in this world would want her and no one would care about her.

Although I have friends and children.

But all of them combined are not as good as the sense of security that Fu Haitang alone can give her.

Now, she has made the other person angry and left.

Just as I was thinking about whether I should pack my luggage and go out to find a place to stay, Butler Zhang knocked on the door, "Madam, come out for breakfast, everyone is here."

Everyone at the table was chatting animatedly, while Butler Zhang was busy serving dishes.

It had been a while since so many people had breakfast together at home, and he wanted to order all the signature dishes from the famous breakfast shops in Beijing.

Song Weiyu changed the gauze on his hand himself, and it was wrapped crookedly and clumsily.

Sitting at the dining table, Fu Haitang's face looked no better than the black coffee in her hand. The man didn't look at her, but stared at the table without saying a word.

She didn't dare sit next to him, but this was the only seat left at the table.

Fortunately, Song Song was next to her. She moved the stool towards Song Song and sat next to her son. If she didn't provoke him, he wouldn't be so angry.

Fu Haitang's face turned even darker.

The others were enjoying the show, chatting and eating breakfast.

Li He looked at Song Weiyu as he came over and said, "Who wrapped you in gauze? It's so ugly."

He unwrapped the gauze, checked the wound, and bandaged it again.

"I got some water on me when I was taking a shower. I wrapped it myself."

Li He glanced at her hair and said, "Why don't you blow dry your hair? It's easy to catch a cold due to the high and low temperatures in the room."

She said: "I have a shoulder injury and can't lift my arm, so I just blew it casually..."

I don't know if it was intentional, but her tone was gentle and slow, and her pale face made her look very pitiful.

Fu Haitang drank the black coffee beside him, and the bottom of the cup hit the wooden table with a thud. He picked up the chopsticks to eat, still not looking at her.