Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The walk of the hundred steps was long and arduous. When they reached the top, only Li He, Shao Guoren, Li Nian, Fu Chunhe and Su Jin were left waiting for them.

Fu Liansong, this super do-it-yourself man, looked at Song Weiyu from afar and followed Fu Haitang away in a huff. All the resentment in his face showed: It was you who abandoned us father and son!

Fu Chunhe and Su Jin went to meet him: "Mom, Uncle Chen..."

"Juanjuan is with my dad. I'll bring her over for you to play with later. She keeps talking about you at home, saying that you're so busy that you don't even want her as your granddaughter anymore."

"Okay." Song Weiyu pinched Su Jin's face, "Are you pregnant?"

Su Jin smiled and nodded, "Yes, five months."

That’s great, Song Weiyu thought, Fu Haitang has endless work, constant romantic encounters, and so many younger generations to accompany him, so he won’t be lonely and miserable for the rest of his life.

Li Nian didn't finish what he said that night, and now he was so blocked that he pulled Song Weiyu over and said, "I have something to tell you!"

Song Weiyu was still holding Chen Fang, not wanting to be too far away, "Let's talk here, there's no outsiders."

"No, come with me and we'll talk quietly!"

Chen Fang seemed to have guessed what Li Nian was going to say, and he held Song Weiyu's hand even tighter, telling her in this way: Don't go.

They each held one of Song Weiyu's hands, and neither of them was willing to let go.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for Song Weiyu to make a choice.

She laughed softly: "Are you two children fighting over toys? Let go."

Li Nian hesitated and looked at Li He for help. Li He spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless, so she could only slowly loosen the strength in her hands.

But this time Chen Fang didn't listen to her and still held her tightly, "I won't let go. I can't hold on if you don't support me with my injuries."

"Okay, you don't let go."

After hearing this, Song Weiyu hurriedly held his hand with one hand and put the other hand behind his waist, using it as a human crutch for him.

"If you have anything to say, please send me a WeChat message. I'll go find the old abbot first," she said to Li Nian.

Several people entered the main hall one after another. The futons in front of the main hall were already filled with well-dressed bigwigs and their families.

Song Weiyu subconsciously searched for Fu Haitang in the crowd.

He is always the most conspicuous one in the crowd, and now that half of his hair is white, he looks even more majestic and difficult to approach.

Her gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the broad back in the front. Fu Haitang was sitting cross-legged in the front, and Juanjuan was also sitting in the crook of his legs with her short legs crossed, staring with her big eyes, listening seriously to the old abbot's lecture.

Song Weiyu's heart felt like it was being pulled by an invisible thread.

She tried her best to appear calm and not look at him out of the corner of her eyes, but apart from her eyes, every cell in her body was secretly moving towards the man.

He was so tall that the tiny kid Juanjuan looked like a little figurine in his arms.

Unconsciously, I remembered how he used to hold his son.

His sons were not as obedient as his little girls, but they were all very timid in his hands.

As a result, every time she appeared, her son would pout and cry, stretching out his little hands to scratch her, as if he had suffered some great injustice from his father.

Thinking of the past, she pursed her lips and smiled.

A long time ago, she also loved Fu Haitang wholeheartedly, didn't she?

But there's no going back.

The young monk found a stool, asked Chen Fang to sit aside first, and then walked towards the old abbot.

The old abbot seemed to know that she had arrived. He stopped chanting even with his eyes closed, then stood up and waited for her gently.

He was covered in scars, and there was a blank and hopeless look in his eyes. He was really pitiful.

Will she take this opportunity? The old abbot glanced at Chen Fang who was sitting beside her waiting for her. He was seriously injured... For a moment, the old abbot also felt that she would give up this opportunity like Fu Haitang.

Just give up if you want to. Everything in the world has its own fate and you can’t force it.

Besides, although it was called an opportunity, in reality... she would have to give up much more to make up for the one in ten thousand regret.

"Donor Song, thank you for your hard work."

Song Weiyu didn't understand what he meant by "Thank you for your hard work", "Master, how are you?"

Fu Haitang heard her voice, and Juanjuan heard it too. They immediately stood up and stretched out their hands to her: "Hug Juanjuan..."

Song Weiyu turned and walked over, and at the same time, secretly glanced at Fu Haitang.

He still had his eyes downcast, holding Juanjuan in his arms. Perhaps he felt her coming, so he helped Juanjuan up so that she could hold her.

The curly little hands kept grabbing in the air, and when Song Weiyu's arms were about to touch her, she struggled to grab Fu Haitang's hands and threw them into Song Weiyu's hands.

"Would you like to hug Grandpa?"