Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Donor Song, I asked Donor Fu yesterday if he wanted to redeem the relationship. Do you know what he said?"

Song Weiyu thought about it, and pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery, "He won't want to redeem it."

"Indeed, this little regret that can be redeemed is nothing compared to the suffering he has endured. Besides, he seems to be living a carefree and comfortable life now. There is really no need for him to give up everything for you."

Song Weiyu frowned.

What does it mean, can it really be saved?

The old abbot would not lie. According to Li He, the old abbot is not in good health and may pass away this year.

Outside the door, Li He was so anxious that he wanted to throw his ears in to listen, "What did the old abbot say about giving up everything? Who gives up everything? And gives up the children and family? What the hell is this..."

Fu Haitang didn't say anything, all his attention was on the conversation between the two people in the room.

But it seems that the more focused I am, the less I can hear.

But they all heard one sentence clearly, because Song Weiyu raised his voice instantly: "What about Chen Fang? He is injured all over, I can't abandon him!"

"So, you still choose to use this life to repay the kindness of Mr. Chen?"

There was silence in the room, and the two people at the door held their breath.

The WeChat notification sound rang, and Song Weiyu looked at the WeChat message sent by Li Nian on his phone.

[Fu Haitang went abroad for surgery for you. The surgery was a life-threatening one. Even if it was successful, her life span would be greatly shortened. In other words, if Fu Haitang is stimulated again, she may not live long.]

Song Weiyu didn't expect that he would actually give up his life for her.

He always says nothing.

Unable to hold back the heat welling up in her eyes, she asked the old abbot with a sour nose: "But is he willing? He probably won't look back."

"So, do you want to gamble?"

The cost of the gamble is high. She will suddenly die one day in the future, and then return to the afternoon of her 18 years old with her current memories.

The cruel thing is that she will never forget her children, nor will she forget the memories of this life, but she will never see them again. Her three sons are as if they had never been born, yet they will occupy the depths of her memory.

She has to walk this path again with her guilt and love for Fu Haitang.

She was not sure if he could fall in love with her again. If he married someone else, would she bless him with deep love and regret for the rest of her life?

Maybe then she won't be able to help but tell Fu Haitang that you loved her very much in your last life... But she guessed that he would laugh at her arrogance as if she were a fool.

Reliving this life journey from the perspective of a future person, she will also face more choices.

For example, should she continue dancing or choose to do business? What should she do with Han Guanshan? She must not let him go down the path of drug trafficking again. If she continues to choose to intern at Fu's, she will definitely run into Chen Fang again...

Can she really face Chen Fang calmly?

Song Weiyu clenched the teacup, his mind in a mess: "Let me think about it, let me think about it again..."

"Master Fu has given up, and it's only natural for you to give up. I heard that you're leaving the capital with Master Chen? That's not bad. After all, if you don't repay his kindness in this life, you'll never get over it..."

The old abbot took off two beads from his Buddhist beads and placed them in Song Weiyu's palm.

"Once you figure it out, give him one of them and let him wear it until the last second of his life."

The two Buddhist beads are of different shapes and strange colors, and they are not even made of wood.

"For...who?" Song Weiyu asked, holding it tightly in his hand.

She wasn't really sure who this 'he' was.

The old abbot also smiled: "It's up to you, whatever you want."

Suddenly, there was no sound in the room. Li He pressed harder against the door and waved to Fu Haitang, "What did you hear? Is she not going to leave the capital?"

Aren't you planning on leaving?

Fu Haitang didn't hear clearly either. He recalled what the old abbot had said to him yesterday.

Does the old resident have a way to persuade her to change her mind?

But is it possible?

The door was suddenly opened from the inside, and Li He almost fell on her because he lost his balance. Fortunately, he was pulled back by a strong arm.

Song Weiyu looked up along his arm and met Fu Haitang's deep eyes.

She instantly clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand, and she had already put the other one on her wrist.

Fu Haitang immediately noticed the strange beads on her wrist. She didn't have this thing on her wrist before she came in. Fu Haitang knew very well that this was given to her by the old abbot.

Song Weiyu didn't expect that the high-ranking Director Fu was eavesdropping here, and was stunned for a moment.