Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Chen Fang's face disappeared.

He stared at Song Weiyu without blinking, his jaw gradually tightened and bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

She didn't remember anything, but only remembered this name?

why?

Why?

Song Weiyu was frightened by his sudden change, and shrank back, looking at him warily: "Are you not Fu Haitang? Then who are you, why are you with me... Who am I?"

Chen Fang watched helplessly as she went from having unconditional trust in him at the beginning to becoming fearful and helpless, and even wary of him.

He tried hard to swallow the sharp pain in his throat, and had to accept the identity of another man. "Yes, I am Fu Haitang."

Song Weiyu still had some doubts.

I carefully moved myself up and sat up, away from him. At the same time, I saw a photo of the two of them hanging on the wall. The photo had a strong atmosphere. Under the blue-black night sky and in the hazy warm white light, the two of them were hugging and kissing.

She looked at the photo, then at Chen Fang.

"Are you really Fu Haitang?"

Chen Fang didn't believe that she only remembered this name and forgot everything else. He tried to remind her and also wanted to verify it again: "You only remember these three words, did you remember anything else... For example, someone else's name, or even your own name."

Song Weiyu thought hard and his brows were furrowed.

Chen Fang pulled her into his arms and interlocked his fingers with hers, "Just look at me!"

She looked at Chen Fang, her eyes moving from his buzz cut to his slightly pointed chin, and then to the black diamond wedding rings on their hands. She shook her head and said, "I only remember these three words."

Chen Fang didn't know what emotion he was in when he said this. Maybe he was numb from the pain and had no feeling.

"Yes, I am Fu Haitang."

Song Weiyu's mind is very simple now, and there are photos as evidence, so she didn't think much about it and called out sweetly again: "Husband~"

Chen Fang pulled the corners of his mouth, seemingly smiling, but the underlying tone of his smile seemed sad.

He touched Song Weiyu's thick black hair and said, "What's wrong? You're so well behaved..."

"I am so hungry."

"Okay, get up, your husband will cook for you."

She was brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom, while Chen was cooking porridge for her in the kitchen.

Glancing at the bathroom door, he took out his phone and dialed, "Ayuan, help me make two fake ID cards. The registered permanent residence will be Nanxun Town. One is Song Weiyu and the other is Fu Haitang."

"Make another marriage certificate and set the wedding date as 20 years ago."

A Yuan asked: "Is your name and that of your sister-in-law written on the marriage certificate?"

Chen Fang clenched his phone tightly, looking at the seafood porridge that was about to boil in the pot, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, write about her and Fu Haitang. But use my photos."

A Yuan also followed the two to Nanxun, serving as a driver and shop assistant.

He slowly lowered his hands, looking at the bluestone chair at the door of the store with a bit of vacancy. Did he hear it right? He had to call the boss Fu Haitang from now on?

What if this matter gets to the capital?

It shouldn't be. This place is too far away from the capital, so far that no one knows the all-powerful Fu CEO, and no one cares that the once popular figure on the Internet lives next door to them.

A Yuan cleaned the first floor and asked someone to expedite the processing of her ID card and marriage certificate.

Song Weiyu and Chen Fang walked down hand in hand. Before they even walked down the stairs, they saw that most of the wooden floor on the first floor was covered with a layer of golden sunlight.

The white oak wooden floor reflected the peaceful years. She ran to the center of the room and looked around: "It's so beautiful, husband, are we going to live here forever?"

"No, we only moved here after you got sick, so you should think about doing some small business on the first floor."

She nodded solemnly and leaned into Chen Fang's arms again: "Hubby, how much savings do we have? I'm afraid of losing money~"

Chen Fang was amused by her money-grubber look and pinched her nose: "Don't worry, your husband is very rich. He opened the shop just to make you happy, not to make money."

"Really? Does that mean I can do whatever I want?"

"Well, what do you want to do, baby?"

Chen Fang poured her a cup of warm water. She held the cup with both hands, walked happily to the French window, and stood on tiptoe: "I want to put a ballet model in the window here, dress it in the most exquisite dance costume, and put a circle of spotlights on it~"

"it is good…"

She ran to the other side of the window holding the water cup, "Here, I want to put two cat climbing frames and raise two furry kittens."

Chen Fang took out his cell phone and turned on the camera to record: "Honey, keep talking. I'll write it down."

She was even happier, and ran over to the camera to show her white teeth and smile sweetly, and gave him a kiss: "My husband is so nice..."

Chen Fang's low laughter was also recorded.