Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li He stood firm and resumed his polite appearance. He wanted to leave first, but selfishly he didn't want them to be alone together.

The lighting in the compartment behind the main hall was a little dim, and not far away was a row of burning incense sticks, and the flame of each candle was shaking slightly.

The irregular Buddhist beads in Song Weiyu's palm poked her, and even her breathing seemed to feel gritty.

"How are you...recently?"

"Very good. I have never felt so comfortable in 30 years."

Song Weiyu's eyes dimmed, and she wanted to ask him if he was really happy, then why didn't he sleep every day and why his hair turned so white in just half a month.

Under the flickering candlelight, she looked up at him, "What are your plans for the future?"

There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Remarry, or keep having fun. You can plan whatever you want. It's up to you. But it has nothing to do with you."

Fu Haitang's voice was as cold as the snow in the corner outside the hall, and the flickering candlelight gradually stopped flickering in Song Weiyu's eyes.

Like the hopeless heart beneath her ribs.

She clenched her Buddhist beads and congratulated him with a smile: "Then I wish Mr. Fu all the best in the rest of his life. I will leave first."

She really left, and walked away from Fu Haitang without even looking back.

Li He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

Inside the door, the old abbot suddenly called out to Fu Haitang, "Donor Fu, you have been standing outside the door for so long, is your answer from yesterday still the same?"

Fu Haitang walked in, the scorching candlelight shining on his majestic and stern face. In the semi-darkness, he asked: "I only have one question. She still insists on leaving the capital with Chen Fang, right?"

A pin-drop silence.

After a while, "Yes."

"Hehe..." Fu Haitang let out a brief sneer.

What on earth are you still expecting? He looked through the light and saw the black and white hair on the glass window opposite, and asked the humble clown inside.

When I returned to the main hall, Song Weiyu had already left.

For the first time in his life, Fu Haitang left the temple early. He left his children, family and friends behind and returned to the Fu family alone.

Since then, he never returned to Fu’s house or went to other villas.

He lived in the bedroom of the chairman's office. He would wake up every day and start working. He would work until late at night and then return to his bedroom to take a nap for a few hours.

He was originally a reserved, elegant man, humble to others, and a kind person from a noble family.

Now, he is an unscrupulous tiger in the capital.

His methods were more brutal and ruthless than before, and any enterprise that stood in his way was killed.

There is not a single trace of humanity in him. From top to bottom, everyone is cruel and ruthless, indulging themselves in playing with the world and monopolizing the power of life and death over others.

The entertainment headlines are all filled with his scandals.

But this time he was not abroad, but in Beijing, causing panic among half of the companies in Beijing.

People in the circle said that without Song Weiyu's supervision, he had become completely inhumane.

Everyone started to ask people around him for help.

History tells us that tyrants cannot resist the influence of others, and they will look for all the women who appear in the scandals one by one.

But none of them work.

Everyone went to look for his three sons, and Fu Chunhe said, "The arm cannot twist the thigh, and the son cannot control his father."

Song Jingming looked amused: "Should I go and persuade him? You may not know that my father arranged for me to do all those shameful things."

Fu Liansong was annoyed by the questions and waved his hand: "Go find my mom. She is the only person in the world who can control my dad."

Gradually, everyone really started looking for Song Weiyu.

Someone who knows the situation said that Song Weiyu is planning to leave the capital next month. If she leaves, Fu Haitang will really be no different from a tiger breaking free from its shackles.

Couldn't you at least let her take care of him before she leaves?

At least persuade him not to hold the lifeline of other companies in his hands, and not let him find any reason to suppress other companies until they go bankrupt if there is a disagreement.

Acquaintances kept calling her, and she received calls for help every day.

Later, a stranger came to the hospital to block her through an acquaintance.

Song Weiyu naturally knew about the immoral things he had done in the past month.

She was packing her luggage with Chen Fang when the pregnant boss lady of Wang Enterprise knelt in front of her and cried about how Fu Haitang was suppressing her husband's business.

She said, "Sister Song, it was not easy for my husband to start his own business from scratch. Just because I accidentally mentioned your name at a dinner party, he suppressed me again and again. He is on the verge of bankruptcy. If you don't intervene, I will jump off the Fu Building!"

Tears burst into tears.

Song Weiyu sighed and helped her up.

Wiping her tears, he said, "Boss Wang just mentioned my name and he was so violent. If I really went to him for your company, he would never let Boss Wang go."