Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang put the cigarette in his mouth between his fingers and exhaled the last puff of smoke.

He threw the burning cigarette butt into the wine glass and it went out immediately.

He pulled his arm out of Song Xixi's hand, put it behind the woman, and took the initiative to put his arm around her waist. Then he looked up at the location where the man was.

Song Weiyu had her back to him, her thick, slightly curly long hair swaying slightly with her movements, covering her back softly and darkly.

He walked closer step by step. His field of vision was very wide, but all he saw was that slender figure. Every step he took was not on the ground, but on his clenched heart.

Song Weiyu was talking with others about the future economic direction under the new policy.

Shao Guoren tilted his head and looked at her: "Hey, sister-in-law, what you said is exactly the same as what my brother Fu said just now."

Song Weiyu was startled, then forced a faint smile: "Don't call me sister-in-law, just call me by my name."

When Fu Haitang heard this, his eyes moved away from her hair indifferently. Song Xixi's voice suddenly came: "Mr. Song is right. It's not appropriate to call her sister-in-law after the divorce."

Everyone held their breath for a moment, and those who were not involved quickly took their wine glasses and left the place.

Li He walked to Song Weiyu, put his arm around her shoulders and turned her around, smiling gently and looking at Fu Haitang.

"No need to introduce, we are all familiar with each other. But I was not present when I went to pick up Xixi just now. Fu Haitang, you should introduce me to this... lady next to you..."

Call her Qiqi... Fu Haitang stared at Li He, her eyes moving from the top of Li He's head to the soles of his feet, and finally sliding across his hand that was holding Song Weiyu's shoulder.

Song Weiyu was facing Fu Haitang, but her eyes were fixed on the floor. Fortunately, Li He supported her back so that she didn't get scared and run away.

I haven't seen her for half a month, and she hasn't changed much, except that there is a little more melancholy between her eyebrows. She is still dazzlingly beautiful.

As for myself... Fu Haitang's eyes flashed with self-mockery, "Then let me introduce you again, Song Xixi, my girlfriend."

The low sound was like metal particles scraping against Song Weiyu's skin, causing a slightly painful burning sensation.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Fu Haitang, "Thank you Mr. Fu for the introduction. It's a pleasure to meet... Fu Haitang!"

She frowned suddenly, her eyes suddenly filled with tears as she stared at Fu Haitang, looking at his hair. How come half of it had turned white after only not seeing him for half a month?

Under the black and white slicked back hair were a pair of dark and incomprehensible eyes. He stared at her with eyes as deep as a whirlpool.

Song Weiyu pinched his palms to prevent himself from losing composure.

Hasn't he been having a great time abroad in the past half month? In the photos taken by the media, he was either surfing and diving, or drinking and spending money with supermodels.

How come my hair has turned so white?

Tears gradually gathered in her red eyes, and when they were about to fall out, Song Xixi finally found the scar on her face.

I couldn't help but feel disappointed. It turns out that the scar is not that obvious and is almost invisible after makeup. However, having a scar on the face is considered disfigurement.

"Mr. Song, everyone says you are a rare beauty in the capital. Today I see that it is indeed true. But...how did you get such a long scar on your face?"

Song Weiyu subconsciously covered her face with her hands, pulled her long hair behind her ears to cover it, and lowered her head slightly.

When has she ever been so evasive and self-deprecating?

Fu Haitang lowered his eyes and looked at her. Of course he knew how this scar came about.

Song Xixi leaned in Fu Haitang's arms and smiled sweetly: "My dear, look at how delicate Mr. Song's face was originally, how come it was ruined by this scar...right?"

Fu Haitang curled his lips: "Yes, it is indeed ugly."

Song Weiyu looked at the ground, her eyelashes covering her eyelids, her fingertips numb, and her whole body frozen with cold.

She didn't want to cry in front of Fu Haitang, but she couldn't hide the tears that were about to fall. "Then I won't be an eyesore to Mr. Fu anymore."

Song Weiyu pushed away Li He's arm around her and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Fu Haitang looked at her fleeing back, feeling no pleasure of revenge in his heart. On the contrary, his chest was like a volcano about to erupt, with waves of hot anger surging out.

He pulled Song Xixi away and turned to look at Li He.

"I heard that you've been working out recently?"

Li He looked at him directly without any concealment: "Yes, I have my eyes on a woman, and now that I finally have a chance, I plan to fight for her."

Fu Haitang took a step forward. The crystal lamp in the sky hit his sharp brow, casting a shadow. He laughed softly: "You've been wanting to fight for a long time, right?"

"No, I never wanted to fight, but her condition is not good now, and I really don't feel comfortable leaving her to anyone other than... someone."