Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Half an hour later, the servants carefully walked out carrying the clothing racks.

Butler Zhang looked regretful: "Our master just said that he would throw away all of Madam's things. This cheongsam is a non-legacy handmade product. It would be a pity to throw it away, so it's better to give it to you."

Master Ji covered his mouth and laughed, "I am so lucky. I came at the right time today. These are all Madam's favorites. She won't allow anyone else to touch them."

Fu Haitang clenched his back teeth and took a look secretly.

Those cheongsams have lotus silk and cloud-like satin, the ink lotus hand-painted by Master Zhang, the Suzhou embroidery of the intangible cultural heritage master Qianli Jiangshan, and the three unique bamboo leaf embroidery...

None of them can be washed. Each one is her most precious private collection. She would only wear them when attending important banquets with him.

If Master Ji takes all of this away...

Fu Haitang's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't help coughing. This subconscious action made him feel ridiculous, and his heart was filled with strong self-mockery and sadness.

Master Ji hurried forward and bowed: "Thank you for the reward, sir. I'm leaving now, please don't see me off."

Fu Haitang held the teacup, his face expressionless, but the air pressure in the entire front hall was extremely low due to his heavy voice: "Well, take care."

Song Xixi's eyes were almost following those cheongsams, and she was extremely anxious. Before coming to Fu Haitang, she had studied Song Weiyu carefully and knew that she liked cheongsams.

Over the years, Fu Haitang has searched all over the world for top craftsmen to make cheongsams for her because of her love. Those amazing embroidery and fabrics should have been hung high in the exhibition hall, but because of his private favor, they were worn on her body in a grand manner.

Just the Mohe cheongsam hand-painted by Master Zhang cost more than a million...

Just give it away casually.

As expected, Fu Haitang's family is wealthy and powerful, worthy of being a wealthy family accumulated over hundreds of years. She was itching to take a look at Song Weiyu's dressing room.

Because she heard that the gems inlaid on Mrs. Fu's high heels were more valuable than those on other people's necks.

Song Xixi couldn't understand why Fu Haitang could pamper a woman so much, and she was such a fickle woman.

The days of getting along made her feel that no one could tear Song Weiyu out of his bones and blood, not even he could do it. This kind of doting is not just a man's love for a woman, but a fateful bond that runs deep into his bones...

But what she didn't understand was why Song Weiyu would abandon such a top man and follow a bodyguard who had nothing. Was she crazy or stupid?

Wouldn’t it be better to just be Mrs. Fu?

Therefore, Song Xixi would not be so stupid. She would not be so stupid as to challenge Song Weiyu's status. She only needed to follow the path of her predecessors, replace her, and be her substitute, so that she could enjoy endless wealth and status for the rest of her life.

Not long after Master Ji left, Li He hurried over.

"Fu Haitang, let me tell you, she..."

As soon as he entered the front hall, he saw Song Xixi sitting on Fu Haitang's lap and asked her in a sweet voice where she would sleep tonight.

Li He looked at her coldly and answered for Fu Haitang: "Where else can you sleep? You must sleep in the same room with him. Didn't you sleep together every day when you were abroad?"

Fu Haitang retracted her legs and pointed at the guest chair towards Song Xixi.

Song Xixi sat directly on the other host chair to his right, "No, I want to sit next to you. I'll make tea for you."

Li He sat in the guest chair and glanced at Fu Haitang's hair. He suddenly hesitated whether to tell him that Song Weiyu was planning to leave the capital.

To say, or not to say.

The air is quiet, and everyone has their own thoughts.

After a while, the aroma of tea filled the air, and Li He asked, "My birthday party is the day after tomorrow, don't forget to come. I'm inviting a few people, just a few old friends. Otherwise, why don't we just spend the New Year together this year, it will be more lively with more people."

"I know. I came back just to celebrate your birthday. I will definitely go."

Li He sipped his tea and asked, "You don't mind if I invite Song Weiyu, right? If she doesn't come, my birthday will always feel like something is missing."

"You decide. Whether she comes or not has nothing to do with me. She's just a stranger." Fu Haitang took out another cigarette, knocked it out of his palm, put it in his mouth, and lit it with his eyes downcast.

Song Xixi took the opportunity to blink: "Then will you take me there?"

Fu Haitang smiled deeply and playfully behind the white smoke, "Want to go?"

"Of course I do. I also want to meet your old friend." She even wanted to assert her sovereignty in front of Song Weiyu and let Song Weiyu take a good look at the fact that Fu Haitang is with her now.

And I heard that Song Weiyu was missing a finger, his body was mutilated and his face was disfigured. What qualifications did he have to compare with her?

Her ex-wife is completely a thing of the past.

Li He stood up and glanced at Fu Haitang's hair. "Okay, come on. Oh, by the way, Fu Haitang, I brought you some medicine. You need to rest more. It's not a good idea to keep going like this."

"Yeah." Fu Haitang agreed casually.

Li He took two steps forward, turned back, and asked very seriously: "Fu Haitang, I'm asking you one last time, are you really not going to care about her anymore, and are you really not going to love her anymore? You won't care if she marries again or who she marries in the future, right?"