Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

No one knows better than him which pair of shoes Song Weiyu can wear without rubbing her feet, and no one knows better than him how spoiled Song Weiyu is. Those hundreds of bottles of hand, face and body wipes have to be sorted out for her.

He was uneasy about leaving the task to others.

Fu Haitang returned to the bed, leaned over and kissed her lips before leaving the room.

Perhaps she was having a nightmare. She frowned and whispered his name softly: "Fu Haitang, I'm afraid..."

Passing by the next room, Fu Haitang saw Lian Song still standing in the room in a daze. He went in and patted his son on the shoulder: "Han Guanshan left some things for you. I put them in your room. You can decide how to deal with them. Dad won't interfere."

Lian Song nodded: "Dad, do you think my mom would want me to keep these? If she doesn't like them, I don't want them."

Fu Haitang rubbed his head and smiled: "Don't think about your mother first in everything, and keep the grievances to yourself. I will listen to your mother, and you listen to yourself."

Lian Song also smiled and nodded.

"I'll go home tonight to pack some things and take your mother out of the capital tomorrow. Call me tomorrow morning when she wakes up."

Lian Song frowned. When he was serious, he looked a lot like Fu Haitang, but when he spoke, he was still as childish as a teenager: "Where are you going to take my mother? Can't you take me with you?"

"We're leaving without you. The company will be handed over to you and the boss. I taught him by hand. You should listen to him in everything. He won't harm you. Song Jingming is in charge of all the nightclub affairs. Don't interfere. I estimate that Chen Fang will return to the nightclub after he wakes up. You will inevitably meet then. Don't give him a hard time. After all, he is your second brother's father-in-law now."

Fu Liansong didn't say anything, just stared at his father.

Fu Haitang added: "Call me if you get into trouble, I will protect you, don't be afraid of anything."

"Dad, from what you said, you don't plan to come back?"

Fu Haitang took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.

He raised his hand holding the cigarette, tapped the back of his head, and laughed nonchalantly: "I don't know how many years your father can live. He wants to live alone with your mother, so he won't come back unless there is nothing else."

"Didn't Uncle Li say that your surgery was very successful and that you can live, grow old, get sick and die like a normal person?"

Lian Song looked at him with red eyes, not believing that his omnipotent father would say such a thing. "Are you trying to scare me?"

He held Fu Haitang's waist tightly and stared at him with those peach blossom eyes just like when they were little.

These eyes are exactly the same as his mother's, and he cries easily.

Fu Haitang held a cigarette between her legs and wiped the tears from his eyes: "Silly boy, I was just trying to scare you, and you're still crying? Your father won't die, at least not before your mother."

"Really? You won't lie to me?"

"I really didn't lie to you this time."

He would not die before Song Weiyu, he was worried about her.

Fu Liansong watched Fu Haitang's car slowly driving away from the wintersweet garden, then he remembered that he had forgotten to take his father to see the words Song Weiyu had written on the tree.

But it doesn’t matter. Life is stable now and there will be plenty of time to show him in the future.

Shortly after the Chinese New Year, it was Fu Haitang’s birthday. If he didn’t return to Beijing, he would take a photo and send it to him, telling him that it was written by Song Weiyu himself.

The morning sun arrived as promised, shining on the branches of the wintersweet garden, and also first shining on the tree planted by Fu Haitang himself.

Song Weiyu didn't know what happened last night. He just kept muttering while brushing his teeth, "Did the express get lost?" Lian Song said that express delivery is often lost, so it's nothing strange.

What a pity, she originally wanted to know the reason for her amnesia.

But now she doesn’t want to know so much. She has family and lover, so it’s better to slowly open up new memories.

"Mom, my dad said he wants to take you out to play in Jiangnan..."

"Jiangnan? Where is Jiangnan? Is it fun there?" After rinsing her mouth, she turned to look at Lian Song who was leaning outside the door.

"In the south, the scenery is picturesque. My dad said he would build a castle for you and plant a whole field of flowers and plants for you. Wow, he really will treat you like a princess all your life..."

Song Weiyu wiped her face with clean water, and the water dripped down her fair and thin chin, but she forgot to wipe it off.

A castle?

Wow, her ex-husband is so nice. How could she end up with such a good man?

It's a pity that they got divorced.

Why not remarry first and tie this man firmly to your hand! Let those women queuing in France give up their thoughts.

"What procedures are needed to remarry? Baby, please help me check. I want to remarry your father before going to Jiangnan..."

Fu Liansong took out his phone and searched, reading the information he found on his phone: "ID card, household registration booklet, divorce certificate..."

"Ah? I don't seem to have any of these things. Oh, where's my divorce certificate?"

The water on Song Weiyu's face was almost dry. Fu Liansong walked in and took out a face towel to wipe her face.

"Everything is at my dad's place, don't worry, my dad will come and pick you up to the airport in a while."

Logically speaking, divorce means parting ways. Song Weiyu didn't understand why her ex-husband wanted to keep the divorce certificate for her. This service didn't seem to be within the scope of her ex-husband's obligations.

"The Fu residence is quite far from here. Baby, take me with you and we can meet your dad on the way."

This way I can see him earlier.

Song Weiyu rushed into the cloakroom, changed his clothes and ran to the bed, took Fu Xiaotang out from under the quilt and carried him, "Let's go."

Fu Liansong led her downstairs, "Okay, let's give my dad a surprise. Mrs. Fu finally took the initiative to look for him."