Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li He looked ahead, feeling the warmth of Song Weiyu's palm on his arm, and answered her: "From that day on, Fu Haitang didn't sleep all night, and could only sleep for two or three hours occasionally during the day. Sleeping pills didn't work, and coupled with the uncontrollable depression, she kept her hair white."

"Since when did he stop sleeping?"

"The day you dumped him at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Fu Haitang always thought that day was the beginning of his rebirth, but Li He could see that he was heading towards death and decay day by day.

After going up the stairs, an extra-large dining table that could accommodate more than 20 people appeared in front of them. Everyone was seated. In the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of conversation, Song Weiyu stared straight at Fu Haitang who was sitting in the host seat.

He just raised his head and glanced, and never looked back again, because Song Xixi was leaning on his arm, whispering something to him.

Next, he would occasionally smile and nod in response to Song Xixi, looking very doting.

Song Weiyu's heart sank, and the physiological feeling of nausea and vomiting came over him.

Her heart and stomach seemed to be tangled together. She numbly followed Li He to sit down, with the sharp pain following her like a shadow.

So this is what it feels like to see the man you love being intimate with someone else. No wonder Fu Haitang suffers from depression. For so many years, he has remained expressionless on the outside, but how did he endure the torment in his heart?

"Mr. Song's right hand is disabled. Can he hold chopsticks? Do you want the servant to bring you a spoon or other tableware?" Song Xixi asked her considerately.

Fu Haitang didn't react at all.

Li He took over the conversation, "No need, I will take good care of her. Miss Song should pay more attention to your Mr. Fu."

Just then, the servant placed a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Li He.

The ribs cut into the same size were coated with an attractive honey color. Song Xixi picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it on Fu Haitang's plate. "Dean Li is right. I have to take good care of our dear. He likes this sweet and sour ribs the most. He orders this for every meal when he is abroad."

"hehe."

Li He laughed, "Fu Haitang likes sweet dishes? Shao Guoren, do you know about this?"

Song Weiyu couldn't help but pull the tablecloth under the table. He didn't like sweet things and always felt sick of them. Unless she fed the sweet dishes to his mouth, he would eat them with a frown.

Sweet and sour spare ribs is her favorite dish.

Shao Guoren looked at the spareribs on Fu Haitang's plate and was about to say, "That's what my sister-in-law likes to eat!", but was silenced by the dark eyes of the man in charge.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "My brother Fu has changed his taste recently. Besides, who would like to eat only one dish for their whole life? It's not good for him to change his taste!"

Li Nian pinched his thigh hard under the table.

Shao Guoren's face flushed red, and he lowered his voice and grabbed her hand: "Fuck, you pinched me so hard that I'm going to die. What am I going to do with my life for the rest of my life? Rub it for me..."

Li Nian pulled his hand back and looked at Song Weiyu worriedly.

Although there were people sitting on both sides of her, she was all alone like a lone swan, staring at the rotating jade table in a daze.

Li He sat in the host seat and Song Weiyu was arranged on his left. In this way, he told all the people in the circle present that even if she was divorced and no longer had the title of Mrs. Fu, she was still the most distinguished guest at this table.

No matter whether they are white or black, no matter what circle they come from in Beijing, no one wants to offend Jingxi Hospital, and no one dares to offend Li He, the chief surgeon.

After all, everyone will grow old, get sick and die.

Start toasting.

When toasting the birthday boy Li He, many people lowered their glasses politely and called him Brother Fu. So before they even started toasting Fu Haitang, he accepted all the toasts and drank half a bottle of white wine just to give face.

Song Xixi stood up to toast Song Weiyu.

She filled Song Weiyu's glass with white wine. "Thank you for letting me go. I met a good man like Mr. Fu. If we get married, I will definitely send you an invitation. You must be there to watch the ceremony!"

Song Weiyu looked at her, then at Fu Haitang.

In full view of everyone, he remained silent and condoned Song Xixi's arrogant behavior.

Li He took Song Weiyu's wine glass and casually lifted it up in the air, "Qiqi is not feeling well and can't drink. I'll take her place."

"Oh, Dean Li is really kind to women. Does he like our Director Song? But I heard that our Director Song's heart is all on Chen Fang. No one else can catch her eye except Chen Fang!"