Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Everyone looked at each other and smiled awkwardly but politely, "Hehe, haha... Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Hello, my name is Song Xixi. Thank you for your guidance in the future." She thought she was very generous.

But after everyone exchanged glances, everyone was speechless.

Because everyone present was older than her, whether in terms of emotional intelligence or etiquette, she should have said humbly: "Don't call me sister-in-law, I'm young, you can just call me Xixi."

But Song Xixi really enjoyed the feeling of these wealthy families who usually looked down on her bending down to call her sister-in-law.

She kept calling her sister-in-law, as if she was already Mrs. Fu here. She even couldn't wait to see how her disfigured and broken ex-wife looked so dim in front of her.

After greeting each other, everyone came to the long bar next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, selected their favorite wines, and talked while drinking.

Most of them asked Fu Haitang about the development situation next year. Song Xixi couldn't get a word in and stood by the window looking down bored.

Outside the window, Li He's car arrived late.

Song Xixi smiled and said, "President Li is back."

Everyone on the sofa stretched their heads to look out the window, and someone in the crowd laughed, "The birthday boy finally showed up. Sigh... has he been working out recently? I see he's in better shape, his face is a lot thinner, and his pointed chin is back."

"Yes, he looks like that gentleman again."

Listening to the teasing of the crowd, Fu Haitang looked out the window holding the wine glass.

Li He got out of the driver's seat, moved to the passenger seat and opened the door himself. He stretched out his hand with his palm facing up and stopped in the air, intending to help the person inside get out of the car.

Everyone in the room became even more interested. They gathered around the French window, waiting to see the woman in the passenger seat. "Hey, are you bringing someone here? Who is it? Is she from our circle?"

"Li Hexing, you've only been divorced for a month and you've already found a new..."

Suddenly, everyone fell silent. A group of bosses who were once well-known in Beijing all stared with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Only Fu Haitang had an indifferent expression, and the hand holding the wine glass gradually turned pale.

Under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, Song Weiyu gently placed her slender and fair hand in Li He's palm and calmly got out of the car.

"Li He, are you so gentlemanly today? I'm still a little uncomfortable with it." She looked at Li He with a reproachful look and smiled brightly.

Li He glanced at the French window filled with people and raised his elbow: "The stairs are hard to walk on, hold my arm. Today, the birthday boy will be your little brother and serve you..."

Song Weiyu was amused by him and laughed. The sunlight shone into her curved eyes, reflecting tiny starlight.

"You've also learned to be a chatterbox."

The room was so quiet as if someone had pressed the pause button. No one dared to look directly at Fu Haitang's expression, and they all glanced at him from the side.

There was nothing unusual about him. He just drank half a glass of liquor in one gulp, then picked up the next glass with a calm expression and played with it in his hands.

He didn't care at all, as if he had really let it go.

Song Xixi's expression, on the other hand, looked as if she had been hit by frost. She had never seen the real Song Weiyu and had only studied his photos on the Internet.

She always thought those photos were retouched. After all, how could a woman of this age be so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off her?

But Song Weiyu is even more beautiful in person than in the photos. Not only does she have the calmness and elegance bestowed by time, but her every frown and smile is full of charm. She is like a peach ripened by Fu Haitang herself, and no matter where you bite into it, you can taste the sweet juice.

Master Ji is right, she is God's favorite and Nuwa's masterpiece.

Even the passing years didn't have the heart to hurt her. But who knows, it wasn't that time was soft-hearted, it was just that man who blocked all the erosion for her and retained her brilliant youth.

Born with a seductive body? Song Xixi spat inwardly, she is just a vixen who seduces men.

Fortunately, Fu Haitang didn't react when he saw her.

Song Weiyu held Li He's arm, and the two of them walked into the villa talking and laughing. Everyone's eyes were on the two of them, except for one person who didn't look over.

He has always stood out in the crowd. Song Weiyu could notice him out of the corner of her eye. Her nose felt sore and she subconsciously avoided the direction where he was standing.

Everyone stood up to greet her. They couldn't call her sister-in-law now, but she was Fu Haitang's ex-wife and the mother of the third son of the Fu family, so they had to respect her.

Shao Guoren came running over with a bottle of champagne in his hand: "Hello, Mr. Song, come and sit down! I'll open your favorite cherry sparkling wine for you."

The others followed Shao Guoren's lead and called him "Mr. Song".

Fu Haitang finished the liquor in his hand, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and walked to the window to light it.

With the sound of "Mr. Song", champagne was drawn from the ice bucket. With a "bang", white mist came out of the bottle and the aroma of cherry alcohol began to diffuse in the air.

Song Weiyu took the wine glass with a smile and found an angle with his back to Fu Haitang.

I couldn't see him with my eyes, but my heartbeat was like the bubbles bursting on the surface of the champagne glass, panicky and helpless.

Fu Haitang stood by the French window, the evening light slanted on his tall body, his shadow was elongated, Song Xixi took his arm and said sweetly: "Dear, Dean Li is here, let's go over and say hello."