Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Master Ji took two steps back, his palm facing outwards to block the attack: "Hey, young lady, please don't say that. My cheongsam is not priceless. There are exceptions, like our Madam Fu, I begged her to wear it. After all, our Madam Fu is a celebrity in the capital... Her figure is perfect for cheongsams."

Butler Zhang glanced secretly at Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang spat out the candy in his mouth, took out a cigarette, put it directly in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Song Xixi was still unwilling to give up. She hugged Fu Haitang's arm and twisted it: "I think my figure is not bad. I should be able to wear your cheongsam, right?"

Master Ji's eyes are like a ruler. He put on his glasses and took a look: "The hips are wider, the breasts are smaller, the hips are flatter, the shoulders are more hunched, the neck is thicker, the calves are shorter, the temperament is more superficial... The rest of it is OK."

Song Xixi is very confident about her figure and appearance. Whenever she goes shopping for clothes, she is surrounded by sales clerks who compliment her figure, and no one dares to be so picky with her.

"You! Uncle Fu, look at him, I don't care, you ask him to make me a cheongsam. I have never asked you for anything on my own initiative, this time I just want to save face..."

Fu Haitang waved the hand holding the cigarette and glanced at Master Ji: "You do it for her."

Master Ji bowed his waist and said, "Master, you know better than me what kind of clothes suit what kind of people."

Fu Haitang sneered. Why were all people speaking for that heartless person? He had clearly issued a statement to tell everyone: She cheated on him, I, Fu Haitang, am divorced, and from now on there is no obstacle for men and women to get married.

They still stubbornly called her "Madam" and "Mrs. Fu".

Why.

Could it be that the soul in Fu Haitang's body is Song Weiyu?

Does it look like this on his face: I, Fu Haitang, can't live without Song Weiyu!

Why on earth? If everyone really thinks they are meant to be together, then why is she...

Fu Haitang glanced at the suit, which was a calm and elegant grey, like a rock on the edge of a cliff that had weathered wind and rain. Unfortunately, he would never lean against the edge of the cliff again. "Throw away the suit, I don't like this color. Show me out."

Butler Zhang was holding the suit, and he glanced at Fu Haitang's back as she entered the room. He handed the suit to Master Ji and said, "Take it back first. I'll trouble you to keep it for me."

Master Ji took the suit back with both hands. "Hey, these two people, they still have a lot of trouble in the rest of their lives. Butler Zhang, I actually came here to ask you for help with something. I called my wife yesterday and asked to borrow her cheongsam. There will be an exhibition of intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship at the museum during the Lantern Festival. Intangible cultural heritage experts from all over the country will be there. We can't be shy. Each of my wife's cheongsams is a fine product. I'll take them to show off the goodwill."

Butler Zhang asked, "Did Madam agree?"

"I promised, I promised. You said I can choose whatever I want."

Butler Zhang turned aside and invited the person into the house: "Okay, then follow me, I will take you to the lady's cloakroom."

Passing by the front hall, Fu Haitang was leaning in the rosewood master chair looking at his phone.

Song Xixi looked around the front hall in amazement. Blue and white porcelain worth tens of millions was casually placed on the table as a display, and paintings by famous artists were hung on the wall as decoration.

This is the ancestral wealthy family.

"Uncle Fu, you have such good taste. These antiques and paintings are all treasures." She stroked the huanghuali furniture and stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Fu Haitang looked around the room, his eyes sweeping over every vase, every table and chair, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he said nothing.

Butler Zhang took Master Ji into the front hall.

Master Ji still bowed in the old-fashioned way: "Hello, master. Sorry to bother you again." He was really conservative. He could not enter the house without the owner's permission, so he kept hunching over at the door.

Fu Haitang glanced at him impatiently: "Well, please do as you please."

"Thank you, sir."

Butler Zhang pulled his sleeve and walked slowly through the front hall, muttering in a neither-too-soft voice, "You haven't been to the old house for a long time, right? Look, these are all new furniture bought by our wife. The bottles over there were also bought a few years ago. They were originally a pair, but our master got drunk that day and broke one. You don't know how angry our wife was that night... We didn't let him into the house all night, and finally he climbed in through the window in the middle of the night, hehe."

"Oh, that's a white and blue porcelain vase, right? No wonder Madam is so distressed... If one of these things is broken, there will be one less. It's really precious."

The two of them walked slowly through the front hall, talking in whispers as if no one was around.

Fu Haitang's eyes fell on the white and blue porcelain vase, and he immediately retracted his eyes as if his eyes were stung.

Song Xixi pouted and snorted. In the future, won't all these belong to her? When she is firmly settled in the Fu residence, she will replace all of them with more valuable antiques, and it would be best if she could replace Butler Zhang as well.