Pregnant with twins, married to billionaire CEO

The rope broke, but it was not Fu Zhengming's rope that broke, but Fu Zhengpeng's rope. When he saw his father pressing the left side, Fu Zhengpeng's mouth was so happy that the corners of his mouth turned upwards. When he realized that the rope on his body was broken, his smile disappeared and his face turned pale with fear, "Ah..."

Pressing the button might require a long hesitation, but it only took more than two seconds for the rope to break and the person to fall. Everyone at the scene, except Song Qinghe, was caught off guard.

"Ah..." The terrible screams of pain echoed throughout the warehouse.

When he reacted, Fu Zhengpeng was already lying in a pool of blood, his face full of pain. He touched his legs with trembling hands, his heart seemed to fall into the abyss, "Dad, I can't feel my legs, why didn't you save me?"

"I saved you, but this remote control..." Fu Zhenhuan widened his eyes and looked at Song Qinghe, furious, "You lied to me, the one on the left is not..."

"Yes, no matter it is the left or the right, the one who falls down will only be Fu Zhengpeng, not Zhengming." Song Qinghe chuckled, "Uncle Fu, you really opened my eyes. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs."

"You...you..." Realizing that Song Qinghe was deceiving him in order to sow discord between him and Zhengming and Zhengpeng, Fu Zhenhuan's heart ached and his expression was dazed. After a moment, his eyes became clearer. He raised his head and looked at Fu Zhengming who was still hanging in the air. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Fu Zhengming closed his eyes, his face full of disappointment and numbness.

"Beep--" Song Qinghe pressed the remote control, and the rope tied to Fu Zhengming moved slowly downwards, allowing Fu Zhengming to stand steadily on the ground, unharmed.

However, before being tied up, Fu Zhengming had drugs put into the wine he drank. At this time, the effect of the drugs was still taking effect. He could not stand steadily and his body was limp.

When he was about to fall down in disgrace, Song Qingming caught him, looked deeply into his face, and said nothing.

"Hmph." Fu Zhengming turned his face away and didn't look at Song Qinghe. His heart was aching. The person he regarded as a close friend had actually been plotting against him. This was too cruel for him.

"Aming, I'm sorry." After saying this, Song Qinghe didn't say anything else. He bent down and carried Fu Zhengming, whose limbs were weak, out of the warehouse.

Fu Zhenhuan came back to his senses and yelled at Song Qinghe: "Call someone to send Zhengpeng to the hospital!"

It was a commanding tone, but no one responded.

Song Qinghe acted as if he didn't hear it.

Fu Zhengpeng, lying in a pool of blood, was in pain and angry: "Dad, save me, send me to the hospital quickly, my lower body hurts so much, am I going to be disabled? Besides the pain, I can't feel my legs."

"The driver is at the gate of the manor, not here. Please wait, I'll call him and ask him to come over." Fu Zhenhuan couldn't carry Fu Zhengpeng by himself, so he could only call the driver over.

Fu Zhengpeng's eyes were filled with reluctance: "Dad, I became like this because of you. Please remember this! If I really become paralyzed, you can't abandon me. Shang Jie is dead, Zhang Pingling is Song Qinghe's pawn, and I have nothing left."

I never thought that his life would end up so miserable.

If he had not fought with Fu Zhengming and his son for the Fu family from the beginning, and had just taken the millions of pocket money every month and lived in the old house with his wife and children, enjoying a life of ease and comfort, wouldn't he have been very happy? Would Shang Jie not have died?

I still remember that when we first got married, Fu Zhenhuan said that when he died, two-thirds of his cash would be given to him, as long as he didn't get involved in the Fuhuang Group, didn't get jealous, and didn't cause trouble.

Thinking about these past memories, Fu Zhengpeng's eyes turned red and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Regret?

I regret so much.

He wanted to start over, to make another choice...