Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Then they separated as if they had been electrocuted.

Song Weiyu's face suddenly turned red, and he turned around as if escaping and went into the back room with the old abbot to talk.

Fu Haitang thought she was afraid that Chen Fang would misunderstand her, so he took a deep look at her panicked back and patted her little butt: "Where did you learn so many bad ideas?"

Juanjuan pouted and looked down on him: "Grandpa is not brave."

Heat was rising in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Grandpa was brave, but she has worn away his last bit of courage. He is tired and wants to let go."

Every time he saw a glimmer of hope, he would look at it from afar and climb up step by step, covered in scars, but as expected, he would be greeted with more and more despair.

Fu Haitang looked at the corner where she disappeared, wondering why the old abbot wanted to meet her alone.

But he wanted to listen.

He didn't allow anything about her that he didn't know to exist. He even wanted to install a surveillance camera on her so that he could see her every word and action 24 hours a day.

On the futon, Fu Haitang's reason told him that it was completely over between them and he would never look back in this life.

He resisted the urge to control himself and read Buddhist scriptures that helped him to purify his mind and free from desires.

The more I read… the more upset I get.

He threw the Buddhist scriptures in front of him and was about to stand up when he saw Li He sneaking towards the place where she and the abbot were talking... When he followed, Li He was already hanging on the door like a giant spider, with his ears pressed against the door.

Li He saw him and frowned: "?"

He smoothed the cuffs of his coat and said solemnly, "I have something to talk to you about. What are you doing here?"

"Shh..." Li He pointed inside the door.

Fu Haitang walked to the door with a look of disdain, leaned against the door frame with his hands folded in front of his chest, and lowered his eyes to listen to the conversation inside.

A gentle and calm voice said, "It's not that hard. I only intervened in this operation to help Chen Fang. If he wasn't involved in this operation, I wouldn't bother to care, so there's no merit to speak of. I was just selfishly doing it for his safety and didn't want to lose him."

Li He glanced at Fu Haitang.

His half-closed eyes were so cold that they seemed to be frozen by ice.

"Mr. Fu said exactly the same thing you said." The old abbot stroked the Buddhist beads in his hand and glanced at the door.

"I know that he had to help the military because of me. He signed that agreement with the military because of me... I know everything."

Song Weiyu looked at the teapot in front of him. The oolong tea inside had been brewed from a curled tea ball into a whole leaf and could never change back.

"How is Mr. Chen's injury?" asked the old abbot.

"There will be some sequelae, but it won't affect life. I'm already very satisfied with this outcome. At least, everyone is living a healthy and good life."

The old abbot smiled gently and took a sip of tea. "Are you really satisfied? Will you not regret it?"

She cannot lie in front of Buddha.

Besides, she kept these words in her heart and couldn't tell anyone, and the gods and Buddhas were the best listeners.

They can't give you answers, and perhaps they can't help you in any way, but the moment you kneel down and put your hands together, they will give you a ray of sunshine in the barren land of your heart.

"I regret it. Of course I regret it. If..."

At the door, Fu Haitang secretly pinched his arm. His sharp Adam's apple was like a blade, cutting across his throat, making him feel a dry and painful sensation.

Li He pressed his finger against the door again: "Her voice is too soft, I can't hear it clearly, Fu Haitang, can you hear me?"

"I can't hear her, but I know what she's going to say."

She wanted to say that if there was a chance for everyone to start over, she would not appear at that corner again, would not run into his arms again, and would not tangle with him.

She will stick to her dream of dancing and step onto the world stage step by step.

Instead of becoming a profit-driven businessman for him, she would not have given birth to a child out of wedlock and been bullied by her mother-in-law on countless rainy nights and run out of the house crying because of him.

If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't have met Chen Fang.

Under Han Guanshan's meticulous care, she would stand in the center of the spotlight, holding flowers and bending to express her gratitude to the audience with a smile on her face.

After all, the only one who supported her dream at the beginning was the poor boy who had to eat coarse food every day for her.

Fu Haitang suddenly felt very painful in his heart, not because of himself at the moment, but because of Song Weiyu, who made him unforgettable after a stunning glimpse 30 years ago...

Why did I treat her so arrogantly in the first place?

Why did she get pregnant so early and cause her to give up the national competition?

He was the man who had the most capital to make her stick to her dream, so why did he deprive her of her dream with his own hands? He also made things difficult for her, and made her belittled and insulted time and time again.

So how much did she love him at the beginning to be willing to give up the dream she had pursued for more than ten years and silently endure all the unfairness.