Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Han Guanshan, stop messing around...Aren't you taking me shopping for clothes? Come on, let's go."

The two of them chatted and laughed as they entered a store. Song Weiyu didn't recognize the brand, but when the clerk saw the shining look in her eyes, she realized that she must be a regular customer.

Fortunately, Han Guanshan had his bodyguards come in and say hello in advance, and they were not allowed to show that they knew each other.

The clerk just happily welcomed her in, called her "Madam", and kept introducing the design concepts of the season to her.

Today's performance is stable, and so is this month's performance!

Song Weiyu picked out more than a dozen pieces and planned to try them all together. The clerk was very familiar with her size and directly pushed the full mobile clothing rail for her into the VIP fitting room.

I came up and helped her take off her clothes.

Song Weiyu covered his collar, somewhat surprised by such meticulous service, "What are you doing?"

"Ma'am, let me help you put on and take off your clothes. Before, it was Mr. Fu who came..." The clerk stopped abruptly, pursed his lips and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"What?" she asked.

The clerk shook his head. "It's nothing. If you mind, you can put it on yourself. If you need anything, call me at any time. I'll be at the door."

Song Weiyu watched the clerk running out in a hurry, with doubts piling up in his heart.

It's Fu again.

She was thinking about something, slowly taking off her clothes and putting on a dark green halter dress.

It would be painful if she made any big movements with her right hand, and she couldn't zip up her back by herself. "Please come in and help me unzip it."

No one answered at the door.

Then a pair of bony hands pushed the door open.

Song Weiyu covered her chest and looked down at the hem of her skirt. The zipper on her back was pinched. She felt the clothes slowly tighten and she straightened her back.

When I looked up at the mirror opposite, I was shocked. "You! How did you get in? Why did they let you in?"

She wanted to distance herself.

But Fu Haitang tightly grasped her waist, not allowing her to escape, leaning over and putting his lips close to her ear, "Is it possible that I was the one who came in to help you change clothes before?"

What does this mean...

Song Weiyu's face turned red instantly, and his chest rose and fell due to panting. "Don't talk nonsense, get out!"

The man hugged her from behind and looked at the mirror opposite her, his eyes dark with lust, "You are so heartless. I have done so much for you, but you have forgotten me so completely."

Song Weiyu was scared but couldn't hide away, so her entire back was pressed against him.

Slowly, she smelled a pleasant cool fragrance, faintly coming from the man's coat, which could only be smelled at a very close distance.

This smell had a strange sense of familiarity, which gradually calmed her down.

She looked in the mirror and saw the man named Fu's lips touching her ears, and his warm breath brushed her earlobe, and her heart was beating wildly.

This feeling is something I have never experienced before when I was with Han Guanshan.

"I want to ask you a question." She mustered up her courage and boldly looked at the man reflected in the mirror.

"Huh? Say."

"Did you...like me before? Do you know some of my lost memories?"

Fu Haitang smiled, raised his eyes, and looked into the mirror with her, "No."

"Oh." She lowered her eyes and replied lightly.

"It's not that I liked her before, it's that I have always liked her." After saying that, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on the side of her neck.

"More than like it."

The man's lips moved up along her neck to her earlobe, and his voice was hoarse and lustful, "I love you to death."

Song Weiyu was frozen by his kiss. Seeing his increasingly bold actions, she hurriedly pushed his arms around her waist and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Let go. Otherwise, I will call for help."

"Who are you calling, Han Guanshan?" Fu Haitang snorted disdainfully.

"Besides keeping you in a cage of lies and not letting you have any contact with the outside world, what else can he do?"

It is undeniable that he is right.

She had asked Han Guanshan about the things that happened before he lost his memory, but he always avoided the question. He was even unwilling to show her a photo of his son.

Song Weiyu became more and more interested in the man behind her. He seemed to be very familiar with her and knew everything she had forgotten.

Unconsciously, she stopped struggling, hunched her shoulders and froze in his arms, not daring to move. "Do you know a lot about my past? Can you tell me about it?"

Fu Haitang watched the person in his arms step by step into his gentle trap, and smiled gently, "Okay, but... why?"

Why?

Song Weiyu bit her lip in confusion. She was penniless, so what capital could she rely on?

The eyes of the woman in his arms gradually dimmed. Fu Haitang couldn't bear to tease her anymore and pulled her tighter into his arms.

"How about this, if you promise me one thing, I will slowly, slowly tell you the memories you have forgotten, okay?"

The man's voice was gentle and encouraging, tempting the person in his arms to walk deeper into the trap.