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Fu Liansong propped his head up with one hand, not at all sleepy from being woken up, but looking at him with eyes wide open, "Zhou Qingye, is it reasonable for you to climb over the wall and lift my mother's quilt in the middle of the night?"

"Song Song? You!..."

Zhou Qingye immediately realized that he had fallen into Fu Haitang's trap.

He turned around to run, only to find that a circle of plainclothes officers with guns had surrounded the bed. The dark muzzles of their guns were like Han Guanshan's deep eyes that showed he was unwilling to die that day.

The sound of the door lock turning was particularly abrupt in the silent room. The door was opened and Fu Haitang walked in calmly.

"Hehehe." Zhou Qingye suddenly started laughing.

After laughing, he spread his hands and said, "Fu Haitang, has it been since my brother told Sister Qi about the express delivery before he died that you started to prepare this trap to catch me?"

Fu Haitang did not comment.

Zhou Qingye continued: "You deliberately let Song Song take her away from home, let her live in Winter Plum Garden away from the capital, and then deliberately let the police send more people to arrest me? You know that I will come to find her in person in a hurry, right?"

"Shh... keep your voice down. She's asleep next door. Don't wake her up." Fu Haitang didn't care what he said at all. She just raised her chin towards Director Zhang and said, "Take that person away quickly. And the dozen or so people outside, don't dirty my garden."

Zhou Qingye looked at him with sarcasm on his face.

He always wears a simple and elegant handmade suit, has neatly groomed hair, wears his watch and cufflinks meticulously, and is always aloof and looks down on everything.

"Fu Haitang!" Zhou Qingye called out to him.

"Sometimes, you lose because you are too calculating."

Fu Haitang paused, didn't look back at him, and continued walking out.

Zhou Qingye put his hands together, stretched them in front of Director Zhang, and smiled with relief, as if he had been arrested voluntarily.

The cold handcuffs locked up his life.

He looked back at Fu Liansong who had stood up and was standing beside him, then lowered his head to look at the dirt on the edge of his shoes and sneered: "What's the use of being nice to him? He has Fu's blood flowing in his veins... You, you have been stubborn for years and refused to have a son of your own, leaving all your wealth to him. Does he want it? Not only does he not want it, he even thinks it's dirty..."

Zhou Qingye was taken away by the police and there was no possibility of him coming out again.

A shallow footprint covered with mud was left in the room. Fu Liansong stared at the footprint in a daze for a long time.

He didn't know that before Zhou Qingye came tonight, he went to Han Guanshan's tomb to burn incense.

The night was very cold. Zhou Qingye leaned against the grave and smoked lazily. He also put a cigarette on the grave.

He said, "Brother, there is a high probability that I will be caught by Fu Haitang's men tonight. Once caught, I will be shot. So please wait for me on the road to the underworld. I have done so many evil things, and I don't want to be bullied in the underworld. You are the only one who can protect me in this life."

"Brother, I am useless, but I have completed the task you assigned to me."

"Brother, if there is a next life, don't be so infatuated. There are many women in the world, why do you have to be with her?"

"Brother, in the next life, we will be ordinary people. I will set up a stall in front of the university to sell fruits, and you will sell books and dancing shoes next to me. If you still like her, I won't take her money."

"Brother, what a pity. There is no next life."

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Fu Haitang returned to the next bedroom. She was hugging the bear and sleeping soundly.

"He's heartless and doesn't take anything to heart."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes following the dim night light to look at her face. He had to admit that she was too beautiful. Even after so many years, he still felt his heart beat faster at a glance.

Fu Haitang doesn't believe in love that grows over time. He thinks that if two people are together for a long time, as long as their character and appearance are acceptable, time will eventually develop feelings for each other.

He had everything but he was humble and miserable in this love because he fell in love with her at the first sight.

Being in his position, he has seen countless beauties, but none of them could make him fall in love with them at first sight.

But the girl with red lips and white teeth at the corner that year was doomed to be his. He never expected that the fireworks that exploded in his heart at that moment would take him a lifetime to clean up the ashes.

Fu Haitang made a decision. He stood by the window and called Butler Zhang: "I'm not going back tonight. I'll just pack my wife's and my things. I'm going to take her out of the capital tomorrow."

He wanted to take her to a small town in the south, build her a fairy-tale house by a clear river, plant flowers and plants by the river, and then raise some small fish and shrimps for her.

From now on, the people and things in the capital city have nothing to do with her anymore.

Looking at the wintersweets blooming brilliantly under the moonlight outside the window, he thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll go back and clean up. You don't know her."