Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang's hands, which were about to hug her, shrank slightly, and then froze in the air. When they slowly dropped, he locked his gaze with hers and asked, "Song Weiyu, we haven't seen each other for four years. You can't pretend not to know each other, right?"

If I had known earlier, I would have dyed my hair back to black. She would definitely not believe that he had a head full of white hair. After all...she in front of him still had thick black hair and was radiant.

Or, the relic on his wrist was gone, so she was angry and deliberately refused to recognize him?

Just like he had done decades ago, he lowered his head and explained, "I didn't mean to disturb your life. I was just... passing by on a business trip, so I came in to see you... and Chen Fang."

He stood with his back to the light, holding a branch of golden wintersweet that was about to bloom. The crimson evening glow covered his back, and even his shoulders were diffused with fine light.

His brows were slightly furrowed as he spoke, and his steady and clear face concealed a natural aura of power. Coupled with his tall stature and the neatly-fitting suit and coat he was wearing, he gave off an extremely oppressive feeling.

But, those eyes were extremely affectionate and gentle.

Song Weiyu was almost stunned. She wiped her lips and luckily did not drool.

"Sir, you've got the wrong person. There's no one named Chen Fang in our family. But my real name is Song Weiyu. Do you know me?"

At this moment, the light from outside the window shone into her amber eyes, light and transparent like a pool of clear water, and the way she answered seriously did not look like she was lying at all.

Fu Haitang had seen this defenseless, silly, cute and slow look before.

That was the first time she lost her memory, and the way they first met at the corner of the mall.

Fu Haitang reached out his hand to touch her hair, but she immediately shrank back vigilantly, not allowing him to touch her, and repeated: "Sir, I'm sorry I have lost my memory. May I ask if we knew each other before? Or do you know my husband?"

Fu Haitang didn't answer immediately, but frowned even deeper. He stared at her inscrutablely, wondering why she had lost her memory again and when she had lost it.

Her body remained on guard, but her round eyes secretly glanced at the wintersweet in Fu Haitang's hand.

Song Weiyu licked the tip of his lips gently, stretched out his finger and tapped Fu Haitang's hand, looking up at him eagerly: "This is wintersweet."

The sunlight illuminated the little thoughts in her eyes, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Fu Haitang's brows relaxed slightly, and his faint smile dispelled the gloom that had followed him all year round, "It's wintersweet."

"I also planted it outside my house, but it never blooms... Where did you pick it? Is it nearby? But my husband said there are no golden wintersweets nearby. Hey~ He wouldn't lie to me, would he? Probably not, my husband never lies to me."

She didn't know whether she was talking to herself or communicating with the strange man in front of her.

If she were to communicate, she would say too much to a stranger...

Song Weiyu continued to babble foolishly, his eyes never leaving his wintersweet. Fu Haitang plucked a golden flower that was just blooming, and said, "Reach out your hand."

She lifted up her palm as if she had found a treasure and handed it to him, her eyes sparkling with stars. She now had a wintersweet.

But she didn't know that she once owned an entire wintersweet forest, but she ignored it.

Fu Haitang's fingertips seemed to still carry the coldness of Beijing's winter. When he pinched the small flower and touched Song Weiyu's soft palm, he felt the sharp collision of cold and heat.

"Sir, your hands are so cold... I'll make you a cup of hot coffee, please sit here and wait for me."

Song Weiyu held the fragrant wintersweet flowers in her palm, lowered her head and took a deep sniff with the tip of her nose, then happily ran to the bar and picked out her favorite coffee beans.

In the past, she would ask people whether they liked dark roast or light roast and let them choose the coffee beans themselves.

But today I insisted on imposing my favorite taste on Fu Haitang. I don’t know why, but I always feel that he will like it too.

Fu Haitang suppressed the doubts in her heart and yearned for the brief time she could spend alone with Chen Fang without him.

He picked out a pure white porcelain vase, filled it with purified water, and skillfully added flower preservatives in proportion before inserting the wintersweet branches into it.

Song Weiyu had been secretly observing him and couldn't help asking, "Sir, do you also know how to arrange flowers?"

"I don't really understand, but my wife likes these things. She is too squeamish and doesn't want to tinker with them herself, so I have learned them over the past few decades."

"Then your wife is so happy. Are you going to give this flower to her?"

Fu Haitang nodded, "Yes."

Song Weiyu drew a little elk in his coffee in a few strokes and handed it to him, "Sir, what's your last name? I'll buy you some coffee, and thank you for giving me this wintersweet."

Fu Haitang looked at the little animal in the cup, her upturned almond-shaped eyes filled with smiles. "My last name is Fu. The thing you painted on the cup is... um... could it be a little elk?"

Song Weiyu was very excited. He was the first person who saw this "four-legged beast" and recognized it as a elk.

"Wow, Mr. Fu, you are really amazing, much better than my husband! Humph, my husband's last name is also Fu, and he insisted that this is a calf..."

As soon as Fu Haitang picked up the coffee cup, he was completely taken aback by these words. He turned to her stiffly, and spoke in an extremely choked and obscure tone, "Is your husband's surname also Fu?"