Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu nodded and continued to smell the wintersweet in her hand, but she no longer coveted the ones in the vase because she knew that only this one belonged to her.

Fu Haitang put down the coffee cup, his thumb and index finger still tightly grasping the handle of the green ceramic cup, "You just said that there is no one named Chen Fang in your family, right?"

"No, my name is Song Weiyu, my boy is called Sun Yuan, we usually call him A Yuan, and my husband is called Fu Haitang. There is no one with the last name Chen in our family..."

Song Weiyu sat on a tall bar stool, counting the number of people in her family to the man in front of her on her fingers, without any suspicion.

He was obviously so wise, but now he was completely shocked by her words and couldn't react.

"Your husband's name... is Fu Haitang?"

A black Phantom stopped suddenly at the door.

Chen Fang slammed the car door in panic and took two or three steps into the store. He stopped and looked at the bar, taking a few deep breaths.

There was a long solid wood bar counter, and inside was Song Weiyu, who was using a clip to hold her cascading black hair in place.

The person sitting outside, I can tell who it is just by looking at his back. As expected, he came after all...

When Song Weiyu saw Chen Fang, a happy smile immediately appeared on her face, showing a row of neat little white teeth, and she ran over, "Hubby, you came back so early today, why did you come back empty-handed? Where's my cake..."

She pulled Chen Fang's hand and circled around him twice. Just when she was about to get disappointed, she suddenly ran out of the store smartly, "The cake must be in the car!"

She happily pushed open the door of the shop, completely unaware of the hostile gazes of the two men staring at her from behind.

No one spoke first. Fu Haitang stood up, his eyes filled with extreme coldness.

It had been a long time since the two of them had looked at each other so fiercely. After Song Weiyu insisted on divorce, Fu Haitang no longer had the capital or confidence to confront Chen Fang head-on, because no matter how much he acted like the boss of Fu Group, he could not resist the frustration brought about by the fact that Song Weiyu preferred another man.

At this moment, Fu Haitang glared at him with disgust and violence, and approached him step by step.

Chen Fang couldn't help but clench his fists. He knew that hidden in his palms was his panic and forced calmness after his false mask was ripped off.

Song Weiyu looked around the car but didn't see the raspberry cake she wanted.

She rushed back to the store angrily and shouted in a delicate voice: "Fu Haitang!"

"Did you forget to buy me...a small...cake?" The voice gradually faded away.

As soon as they heard her shout out that name, the two men in the room looked at her at the same time with scorching eyes, which scared her so much that she didn't even have the nerve to ask for a cupcake.

Although Song Weiyu was slow to react, he was able to sense the irreconcilable hostility between the two men, especially the strange man, whose eyes looked so fierce that he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

She moved over timidly and stood in front of Chen Fang.

The small body was sandwiched between two tall men, appearing weak and without any killing power at all.

"Mr. Fu, why are you looking at my husband like that? Is there any conflict between you two?"

Fu Haitang looked down from her nervous expression to her hands. At this moment, her palms were slightly turned backwards, as if to protect Chen Fang.

He spoke with difficulty, "Why is your husband called Fu Haitang?"

Song Weiyu found him so baffling. Hadn't they already told him so? Why did this man's reaction seem like that of an imposter?

Chen Fang put his hands on Song Weiyu's shoulders and turned her around. "Wife, this is my friend. We know each other. I want to talk to her alone for a while. Can you make us a pot of tea?"

Song Weiyu stood up and leaned close to his ear. She had no hearing in one ear, so even if she tried to lower her voice, it was still a little loud. "What if he bullies you?"

"Then what do you say we should do?" Chen Fang smiled dotingly yet helplessly, and naturally went to straighten her crooked collar.

"I'll help you beat him."

Fu Haitang was a few steps away and could hear her words clearly. He could also see her secretly raising a small fist with a finger missing.

She didn't need to do anything at all. At this moment, her internal organs felt like they were being hit by a wall. She felt stuffy and painful, and even her breath smelled of squeezed blood.

Chen Fang held her little fist with his hand and coaxed her with a gentle smile: "If you can beat me, who else can you beat? Do you think everyone in the world will be like me, standing still and letting you hit them?"

Song Weiyu bit her lip and giggled. Looking straight ahead, she saw Chen Fang's well-defined muscles hidden under his black sweater. She turned around to look at the strange man again.

His facial features are perfect, but...

Looking closely, he was so weak that he had no strength at all, as if only a huge skeleton was supporting his body. He had a head full of white hair and looked decadent and vulnerable.

Her husband is still the best, he is strong and gives her a sense of security.

"Husband, we should respect the elderly and love the young. If he makes things difficult for you, don't be too harsh on him. Just kick him out." Song Weiyu shook Chen Fang's arm, turned back and glared at Fu Haitang vigilantly, then ran to the bar to make tea.

Chen Fang pointed to the table farthest from the bar and said, "Take a seat. I'll tell you whatever you want to ask."