Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Butler Zhang had nothing to say, and resigned himself to going to the back of the car to get his luggage, but he deliberately left the woman's suitcase aside.

Song Xixi lowered her head in grievance, and said softly to Fu Haitang, "Forget it. I don't want to embarrass you during the New Year. I'll go to the hotel first. I heard that the 38th floor of every Zhonghe Hotel is your suite. Can I go there first?"

Butler Zhang’s eyes widened in disbelief. You still want to live in the suite on the 38th floor?

Is this a public confirmation of the relationship?

Fu Haitang had an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. "No, I'll just live in the old house. Butler Zhang, go clean up my bedroom, throw away all the old things, and move in new ones."

"You're going to throw away all your ladyship's things?"

Butler Zhang looked at him in disbelief, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "You still want her to live in the Madam's and your bedroom? Madam is so petty, she won't want her things if someone touches them."

Fu Haitang was completely furious, his deep eyes and brows revealed a creepy look of displeasure.

The voice that came out was even more suppressed and hoarse: "Zhang Yonglian, who has the final say in the Fu residence, you or I? Who is your so-called wife? Are you blind? Can't you see that she is living a sweet life with Chen Fang and is her Mrs. Chen! If you mention anything about her in front of me again, you will get out of the Fu residence."

This was the first time Fu Haitang got so angry with him.

The other servants in the house looked over secretly and then quickly ran away.

Butler Zhang nodded: "Okay, I'll go and clean it up. Don't regret it. If you throw these things away, you'll never find them again."

"I don't regret it, and I won't look for it again."

Of course Fu Haitang knew that he would never find it back, just like the wedding ring he threw into the trash can half a month ago.

Now, he is not eager to get it back. After all, there are plenty of substitutes in the world. He has money and power. What kind of substitute can't he get?

These substitutes are all gentle and understanding, not as hard-hearted as some people who only know how to trample on his heart and destroy it.

The doorbell rang in the tense atmosphere. Butler Zhang let out a breath, put on a polite smile and went to open the door.

It was Master Ji from Rong Qingxiang who opened the door. He was holding a wooden hanger in both hands, and the clothes were wrapped in a transparent suit dust cover.

It stands to reason that a high-level and scarce craftsman like Master Ji would not personally deliver clothes to your door.

Butler Zhang quickly invited the person in: "Why did Master Ji come to deliver clothes in person today?"

Master Ji still had tape wrapped around his fingers and glasses hanging around his neck. He said with a smile, "Butler Zhang, you're still talking. I called the Madam dozens of times but no one answered. I wondered if I had offended her, so I came uninvited to apologize to her."

If someone else came, Fu Haitang would not bother to pay attention.

But today, Master Ji came in person, and he felt embarrassed not to even say hello.

When Master Ji saw him, he hurriedly bowed and walked over to him. He was still old-fashioned and feudal. Although he was much older than Fu Haitang, he bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Master."

"Well, you're here to deliver some clothes? Whose?"

Fu Haitang's eyes fell on the suit in his hand.

I don’t remember ordering a suit recently. Every time I ordered a suit, I went with someone. She personally selected the material, buttons, and accessories…

Master Ji said respectfully, "This is the suit that our wife ordered a month and a half ago. It's for you, Master."

Butler Zhang took the suit and said, "Wow, this color is really nice. I haven't seen it before."

Master Ji said with a smile, "Who said it wasn't? It's hand-woven and dyed, and the material is extremely precious. There's only one of its kind in the whole capital. The other day, my wife came to make a cheongsam, and she liked it at first sight. She said that only our Mr. Fu could match this color, so she ordered it for Mr. Fu right away."

Fu Haitang looked away and reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Song Xixi pulled him away: "Don't smoke. It's bad for your health. Here's a mint candy."

Fu Haitang looked at the cigarette thrown on the ground, pursed his lips, and reached out to take the candy.

Song Xixi took his arm, turned around and said to Master Ji with a smile: "Are you Song Qingxiang's Master Ji? I heard that your cheongsams are very valuable and you have even presented them to heads of state. Could you please help me take measurements and make one for me..."