Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

I looked down at the ashtray by the window and saw that it was already filled with half a pile of cigarette butts.

He swore to himself that he would not go back, but he still could not help looking back. Actually, he did not go back, but he did not go forward either.

After losing his loved ones, he was like a traveler trapped in an invisible nightmare, with no faith to move forward. He stood there alone and arrogantly, and others thought he was dead.

Only he himself knows that his body is standing here and his soul is repeating the same path he came from.

Fu Haitang put out his last cigarette and crushed the ash beside his fingers.

Forget it, the road here was too bumpy.

I won’t leave in the next life.

You said you would rather have never met me, so now I also hope that I won’t meet you again in reincarnation. Even if we bump into each other again in the next life, we will just be passers-by who pass by each other.

New Year’s Eve, 24:.

Chen Fang put a coat on Song Weiyu, and they walked to the roof holding hands.

The elevator was too quiet, reminding her of the elevator full of corpses and blood. Especially now that she was with Chen Fang, she was a little stressed and clung to him tightly.

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Fang reached out and covered her eyes, "I'm here."

Song Weiyu recalled in the darkness that it was on that day that she was pushed into the operating room and lost her memory.

Before that, she communicated with Fu Haitang using a game account, but since she lost her memory, she has never logged into that account again.

When we reached the top floor, we saw dozens of boxes of oversized fireworks already laid out in the open space.

A Yuan waved at them from a distance. Sun Hexi also came, as well as A Xiao and A Lin.

"So many people are spending the New Year with us, it's quite lively... Let's call them downstairs to have the New Year's Eve dinner later." Song Weiyu held Chen Fang's arm and made him happy.

The top floor of Jingxi Hospital is very high. Song Weiyu took him to the edge and looked into the distance.

The lights were bright and the whole city was shining like stars. She looked in the direction of the Fu Building.

At 24: on New Year’s Eve every year, a huge New Year countdown will appear on the exterior lights of the landmark Fu Building.

It can be seen from far away, and counting the seconds until the New Year has become a habit for many people.

In previous years, she and Fu Haitang would occasionally leave their family behind, hold hands, avoid the security guards, and sneak along the dark corridor to his chairman's office.

Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, I saw the square opposite was filled with people celebrating the New Year.

Everyone stared at the Fu Building and counted down to the New Year: "10, 9, 8, 7..."

At that time, they could hear the passionate cheers around them, see the crowded crowds downstairs and across the street, and then kiss each other with their fingers interlocked amid the cheers of "3, 2, 1... Happy New Year"

He would hug her from behind, rest his chin on her shoulder, and say softly, "Happy New Year, Mrs. Fu. Thank you for staying with me for another year."

She would turn her head to kiss his face, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for tolerating and pampering me for another year."

"As long as you are willing, I will spoil you for the rest of your life. No, ten lifetimes."

……

"3, 2, 1..."

Almost at the same time, countless fireworks bloomed in the sky above the entire city, grand, brilliant, gorgeous and fantastic.

Song Weiyu looked up, her fair face instantly illuminated by the fireworks. The fireworks rose into the dark blue night sky, exploded into sparks in mid-air, and fell into her clear eyes.

But those eyes were too deep and too dark, no matter how grand the fireworks were, they could not illuminate the faint sadness on the surface.

She looked at the fireworks, and Chen Fang looked at her, "Baby, Happy New Year. I love you, so much..."

Song Weiyu came back to his senses, turned his head to look at him, and smiled gently: "Happy New Year."

She paused, then tiptoed gently and kissed Chen Fang on the corner of his lips, "I love you, too."

Sun Hexi took a picture of this scene, and two-thirds of the photo was filled with the dark night illuminated by fireworks and the beautiful sparks.

Under the fireworks and starry sky, two people whose faces could not be seen clearly were snuggling together. One could vaguely see the petite one was tiptoeing to kiss the tall man behind her.

Very beautiful.

He wanted to send it to Song Jingming, but then changed his mind and sent it to his circle of friends: Happy New Year, I wish all lovers will finally get married.

Where will this photo end up and who will see it?

Who knows.

Fireworks were also being set off at the Li family villa.

Juanjuan had been sleepy for a long time. She sat in Fu Haitang's arms and yawned. She barely opened her big eyes to look at the fireworks. "Grandpa...are you unhappy?"

Of course he is not happy.

The luxury of happiness has long disappeared when someone leaves.

"I'm happy. Fu Juanjuan is so cute and knows how to make people happy. How can I not be happy?"

"Grandpa's smile is so forced, he's lying." The curly little head rested on his neck and rubbed his face with its furry little curls.

Fu Haitang laughed twice and flicked her head: "You are too smart."

"I know why you are unhappy. Grandpa is not brave at all. Juanjuan is the bravest." She stood up straight in Fu Haitang's arms like a little adult and educated him in a serious manner.