Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The small town of Nanxun in the camera was a warm summer day. She was standing on the western side of the house in a long floral dress, smiling with her eyes curved.

"Here, my husband is going to make me a whole row of bookshelves, high up to the ceiling like in the movies, and I'm going to fill them with books."

Chen Fang teased her with a smile: "You don't like reading books, so why are you just letting them collect dust?"

She pouted: "I want it, my husband can clean it for me every day!"

Chen Fang held up his phone and spoke gently, "Okay, put the books away, I'll clean it for you every day."

Occasionally a vehicle honked outside the house, but more often a bicycle passed by leisurely.

His lens was full of cozy tones, and the light took shape through the Tyndall effect, like a spotlight shining on her gentle waist, and even the floral dress on her body seemed like flowers surrounding her.

The smile on her lips never stopped, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, flying through this new world to her.

Although she had lost her memory, she was not afraid of anything because when she turned around, 'Fu Haitang' was right beside her.

Song Weiyu arranged everything properly before running to Chen Fang's arms, looking up with stars in her eyes, "Fu Haitang, I love you so much."

Chen Fang turned off his phone, turned upside down on the bar, hugged her waist and asked, "How much do you love me? You have lost your memory, but you still remember loving... Fu Haitang?"

"Yes, I just remember. I definitely love you very much. Even if I lose my memory, I will never forget loving you."

Chen Fang smiled faintly, hiding the bitterness under the tip of his tongue.

He couldn't swallow it, let alone spit it out, so he could only taste the bitterness every moment.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as she is by his side, he will be happy no matter how hard it is.

Chen Fang watched the video from beginning to end to make sure that the three words did not appear before posting it on his Moments.

This was one of the few times he posted on WeChat Moments, the last one being a photo of Song Jingming graduating from abroad many years ago.

This video did not block anyone.

When Fu Haitang saw him, it was a sleepless night. He was still sleeping in the bedroom of the office, with Song Weiyu's pillow next to him.

He slept on his side of the huge double bed, as if the empty space next to him was because he had gone to the bathroom for a short while and would be back soon.

Both he and Hei Ye knew that she would never come back.

He should have been heartbroken and irrationally jealous about this video, but he himself did not expect that when he saw her laughing so happily in the camera, he actually laughed along with her.

He watched the video over and over again, his eyes were hot but he laughed along with her.

It turns out that she would be so happy when she is with Chen Fang.

He turned off his phone and the lights, and in the darkness he looked at the moon outside the window and muttered to himself: "If I had known that you would be so happy with him, I should have let you go earlier... I wouldn't have let you follow me and suffer so much and get hurt so much."

"I delayed you."

Later.

Chen Fang often posts Song Weiyu’s daily life on his Moments.

They opened a flower shop which not only failed to make money but also lost money. Song Weiyu named the shop "Half City Begonia".

But Chen Fang said it was unlucky that the language of crabapple flowers was 'bitter love without fruit', because they had fruit, not fruitless.

Song Weiyu poked him in the chest and laughed at him: "Who would dislike having a bad name? Begonia, what a gentle and elegant flower."

She insisted on using this name and asked a craftsman to carve a very artistic small door plaque out of expensive sunken wood, which she hung next to the door.

She was only responsible for putting the sorted flowers in glass bottles, and all the dirty work was left to Ayuan and Chen Fang.

In the days that followed, Ayuan, who could kill a strong man with his fist, could also slowly take care of flowers to make them moist and fresh. Chen Fang's hand, which was holding the gun and aiming, also picked up the florist's scissors and ribbon.

There weren't many customers, so she wanted to sell coffee part-time. She taught herself latte art for a long time, and she insisted that the animal shape in the cup that looked like a sheep and a dog was a little elk.

Chen Fang filmed her video, first aiming at the creature, then at her pouting face: "Baby, what kind of animal is this?"

"Little elk! It's a little elk! The same one as Santa Claus!"

Chen Fang's helpless yet doting smile can be heard in the video: "My dear, Santa Claus is riding this thing to give you presents? Wouldn't you be scared when you see it..."

"you you you!"

She then covered the camera, and after a chaotic scene of the phone falling to the ground, a man's voice was heard gently coaxing her to apologize.

She didn't know that on the other side of the video, there was a man who had watched it countless times. Across thousands of miles and across the four seasons, he remembered her voice, appearance and smile every moment.

At 11 months and 6 days old, Fu Haitang watched through the phone as she learned how to arrange flowers, make coffee, and fatten up two Persian cats that were even lazier than her.

She looks younger day by day in the camera.

The man in the mirror is getting older day by day.

Without her, Fu Haitang was both alive and dead.