Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu leaned against the elevator, raised her head and tried her best not to cry, but she couldn't help it. She covered her mouth and tears flowed out.

What was shed was the unspeakable obscurity, and the indescribable heartache for Fu Haitang...

I'm sorry, I don't know when the opportunity that the old abbot mentioned will come.

But if we can really meet again, I will definitely love you well, and I will definitely stay by your side firmly, and I will never look at anyone else again.

But for the rest of my life, I will repay Chen Fang's kindness, because the old abbot said that the kindness that has not been repaid in this life will follow you through reincarnations until you repay it.

Therefore, I hope that when I go back to my 20s and meet him again, I will not be biased towards him because of the guilt I feel in this life.

Song Weiyu went to the bathroom to wash her face and cool her red and swollen eyes. Then she remembered that she had forgotten to ask Fu Haitang for a divorce certificate.

Without a divorce certificate, she and Chen Fang could not get a marriage certificate.

The pain in the back of her head was getting worse, so she had no choice but to walk to the car.

Chen Fang had been leaning against the car. Seeing her walk out with an extremely pale face, he immediately went up to her and hugged her in his arms, "What's wrong? Did he embarrass you?"

"No, I have a headache. It hurts so much that I can't stand it..."

"Get in the car first, I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Weiyu shook her head. "No need to go to the hospital. Let's go to the airport. I'll be fine after a good sleep."

Chen Fang still wanted to insist, but he saw from the window that Fu Haitang got into his Bentley with a serious expression on his face. There was blood on the chest of his shirt.

Chen Fang held Song Weiyu in his arms, covering her eyes with his palms, "Go to sleep, I'll take you to the airport, and when you wake up, we'll be at our new home."

She closed her eyes, her speech was unclear, and she mumbled as if in a nightmare.

"I'm sorry, Chen Fang, I forgot to ask him for a divorce certificate. I owe you a marriage certificate..."

Chen Fang kissed her forehead and whispered to comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, when we get to the new place, we can start all over again."

That fake divorce certificate was of no use in the first place.

It would be better to change their identities and re-register their marriage in another city.

Anyway, she won't remember all this...

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The plane roared up into the clouds, leaving a trail of cloud in the blue sky, showing the trace of its passing.

But this trace didn't last long and was covered by the next one.

Li He looked at the hazy clouds in the sky outside the window, his voice trembling with anger: "Fu Haitang, you vomited blood for the second time... You know that three times is the limit, right? If you vomit again, you will definitely die."

Fu Haitang kept staring at the black rope and relic on his wrist.

"There won't be a third time. She's gone, and this time she's really gone. Before she left, she locked me in her cage. She locked me in there. I couldn't see her or touch her, but I had to live well for her."

Li He didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

Fu Haitang raised his wrist and told him about the relic.

Li He didn't expect Song Weiyu to be so cruel. Everyone had left, but he still wanted to trap Fu Haitang. How cruel was this for Fu Haitang?

For the rest of his life, whenever he sees this relic, he will constantly think of her words… “Because I can’t bear to see Chen Fang suffer.”

She wanted Fu Haitang to hate her until his death.

"Fu Haitang, you don't believe in these things. The old abbot is not a god, so you can't trust everything he says. All the suffering and sins are fake, only your own body is real! Just cut it off!"

Li He handed over the scissors directly.

Fu Haitang looked at the silver surgical scissors. The extreme metallic luster was as cold as frost. He remembered the feeling of the sharp knife cutting his skin on the operating table abroad.

In order to achieve the best surgical effect, he did not choose general anesthesia.

So lying there, he could feel every drop of the doctor's knife, every needle and thread piercing his flesh and pulling his nerves.

He survived the six-hour operation only because of his deep-rooted greed for Song Weiyu.

That operation was a rebirth for him, and in the process of rebirth, he let the three words "Song Weiyu" be carved into his body with the scalpel and grow with his flesh and blood.

Fu Haitang pushed the scissors away from Li He's hand.

"I don't believe it, but... I don't dare to take risks with her."

"What if it's true?"

He held his left wrist with his right hand, protecting the relic in his palm. It was better to suffer for her than to let her bear it herself.

No wonder she wanted to tie a knot and choose a rope without elasticity, she was just afraid that he would take it off.

What an ungrateful little girl! No one is smarter than her.