Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang glanced at Song Xixi who was kneeling on the ground. Her face looked somewhat similar, but they were not similar at all inside.

How could Song Weiyu say such words to please others? He has done everything in his life just to please her.

At first she would reluctantly accept it, but as her relationship with Chen Fang deepened, she could no longer see his efforts.

He wasted half his life, and all he got was: "Fu Haitang, if I could really start over, I would never fall in love with you again."

Fu Haitang called Special Assistant Yu and gave him a life-or-death mission with a blank expression: "Go, follow the plan, and destroy Wang's company for me. Immediately."

Assistant Yu held the phone in his hand and could only reply "received".

In the lounge not far away, Song Weiyu took the hot water handed to her by Mrs. Wang and drank it in small sips. Only then did she feel her head wasn't so heavy.

But she couldn't stay here any longer and had to leave quickly to avoid fainting.

Song Weiyu felt a little sorry. She had not yet argued with Fu Haitang about the Wang Group.

However, after calming down, Song Weiyu suddenly remembered a blind spot.

How could Song Xixi be pregnant! Because Fu Haitang...

Coincidentally, Mrs. Wang called and it was Mr. Wang.

Song Weiyu listened attentively to their conversation again. Mrs. Wang's face turned pale instantly, and her cell phone fell from her hand. She beat her heart and screamed: "Mr. Fu, he still hasn't let our family go!"

"I'm going to die here today! It was Fu's monopoly that killed me! I'm going to find the media and expose him!"

Seeing that Mrs. Wang was in critical condition, five or six secretaries rushed out to stop her and tried to comfort her. Others also stood outside the secretariat and began to contact the hospital to be ready for emergency treatment at any time.

In the chaos, Song Weiyu felt a terrible pain in his forehead.

Mrs. Wang's cries were like a death warrant, shaking her to the point of being upset. If the media really photographed Mrs. Wang getting into trouble at Fu's today, it would be hard for Fu Haitang not to be controlled by public opinion.

By the time I leave the capital, I will most likely lose my memory and forget about him.

Then no one can control him. What if he really does something out of line?

"Shut up! I'll go find him again. Don't worry, I can definitely save your company. I promise you, okay?"

Mrs. Wang stopped crying abruptly and looked at her pitifully and cautiously.

Special Assistant Yu stopped Song Weiyu, "President Fu has already issued the order, and the secretariat has received the email... It cannot be withdrawn. I see that President Chen is still waiting for you downstairs, why don't you go first?"

The secretaries nodded secretly and looked at Song Weiyu. They didn't believe that the former boss lady could appease the tyrant inside.

Song Weiyu pressed his temple, endured the pain, and brushed him away, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

It beats once, then wanes again.

It was obvious that Song Weiyu's momentum was much weaker this time, but when she thought that Song Xixi was still inside, she had to cheer up.

Fu Haitang watched her come back and knew that she had heard the order he had just issued and planned to come back to continue being the savior.

He couldn't help laughing. Was she worried about the Fu family or him?

What's more, I don't understand why her face turned so pale after going in and out for more than ten minutes.

It even feels a bit shaky.

Fu Haitang remembered that Li He said that her current condition was not very good...How was it not very good?

Song Xixi was standing aside with the blood test report in her hand, packing the things in her bag. When she saw her come in, she was furious.

Song Weiyu glanced at her and said bluntly: "I know your child is not Fu Haitang's, so don't think about relying on him."

"How do you know?" Song Xixi almost bit off her tongue.

"After I became pregnant with our third child, Fu Haitang immediately went for sterilization. Until now, he has not had a recovery surgery."

Song Xixi looked at Fu Haitang in disbelief. In her opinion, few men would undergo this kind of surgery for their wives.

Especially a man of this status.

The sunlight approaching noon shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the man's shoulders. There was no expression on his face.

Song Weiyu walked to Fu Haitang and said calmly, "Let Wang go, okay?"

"Why? I've already made the decision, and I can't take it back."

Song Weiyu looked at him, his eyes sweeping over his close yet familiar eyebrows, his broad shoulders, his gray shirt, and his clean, slender hands.

Maybe it was because she was on the verge of losing her memory and about to forget Fu Haitang that made her deeply heartbroken, so at this moment she mustered up a lot of courage.

Even if it's just one person's wishful thinking.

Even if she only has a tiny chance, she will try to go back and love him again. This time, she will give him her whole heart and tell him: It's all yours.

Although, he might not fall in love with her if they meet again.

"Reach out your hand, I have something for you."

Fu Haitang looked at her, his handsome brows slightly frowned, but he didn't extend his hand.

"But this time, I don't want it. What, Song Weiyu, are you addicted to playing two girls at the same time? Chen Fang is still waiting for you downstairs, and you are entangled with me here?"

He lit a cigarette and sneered, "Is it because I called Chen Fang a mistress that you felt unhappy, so you took the initiative to come to me today and tell me all these nonsense? What, do you think I am willing to be your mistress too?"