Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He explained with ease: "You divorced four years ago, so you and I are the legal couple."

Special Assistant Yu stood in the corner with a wandering look in his eyes. Everyone else didn't know, but he knew that it was he who personally arranged for Mr. Fu's fake divorce certificate.

How could a conspirator like Mr. Fu really let go of the woman he loves most?

If Madam Nai insists on getting a divorce, then I'll just give her a fake certificate to fool her...

Song Weiyu was relieved. She almost asked: Is your name really Fu Haitang? Then what is his name?

"Then... let's go in and see him."

Several people followed her and accompanied her to the door of the ward and then stopped. Through the glass, Song Weiyu saw the man lying on the bed among many instruments and tubes.

He was tall and big-boned, but also so thin that he looked almost unrecognizable.

He closed his eyes gently and showed no reaction, his face was pale, and only the faint heat mist from the ventilator showed that he was still alive.

Chen Fang wanted to accompany her in, but was blocked by Fu Liansong outside the door: "Uncle, don't get in between them this time."

The two men looked at each other, and finally Chen Fang backed down, because there was really no need to fight for a few minutes with a dying man.

Song Weiyu walked to the bed alone and looked at Fu Haitang's body inch by inch as it was kept alive by various medical devices. The man's hand exposed outside the quilt was so thin that it was just skin and bones, with each joint clearly visible. There was a purple bruise on the back of his hand with a needle inserted in it.

Several tubes extended from under the thin blanket, and she knew that they were connected to the man's decaying body organs.

The man who was handsome and gentle a month ago now had a protruding Adam's apple pushing up a thin layer of skin, his cheeks were shriveled, his eye sockets were sunken, and his hair was as dry as hay.

Song Weiyu's heart began to ache wildly and sharply again, causing him to turn pale and he could hardly stand.

Because she saw that he was holding a hairpin tightly in his hand.

Perhaps sensing someone coming in, Fu Haitang opened his eyes with difficulty, tilted his head towards her, and looked at her for more than ten seconds before he was sure that this was not an illusion. He didn't know where he got the strength to turn on the ventilator himself.

She is deaf in one ear and cannot hear what is said while on a ventilator.

"My little Qiqi..."

He smiled, his pale, chapped lips curled up into an arc, "Are you here to see me off? You shouldn't have come. Seeing me like this. I'm neither human nor ghost. You'll be scared of me."

He just wanted to be omnipotent, strong and difficult to be defeated in her heart, because only such a man could protect her.

Song Weiyu's tears welled up instantly, and for some reason she subconsciously said this: "I will never be afraid of you, no matter what you become."

Fu Haitang thought he was going to die and had auditory hallucinations, but he still smiled with relief.

After laughing, he stared deeply at the woman in front of him. His eyes were already dark and deep, and now they seemed to be staring at her intently.

"After I'm gone, you have to listen to him and live a good life with him. Don't be too arrogant or unreasonable. No one will spoil you for decades, and no one will accept your bad temper without limits. If the other person loves you, you should also love him. You didn't love me wholeheartedly before, so you have to love him wholeheartedly for the rest of your life, understand?"

After all, there will never be another Fu Haitang in the world who can accept her unreasonable demands and tolerate her betrayal and bad behavior endlessly.

In this battle between love and hate, even though he knew he would lose, he never wavered. Even when he fought to the end and lost his healthy body, his sharp mind, and his life, he still held high his burning, blood-red heart engraved with love.

Song Weiyu felt that his soul was struggling frantically. It seemed to want to jump out of his body to hug and kiss the person on the bed whose heartbeat was gradually slowing down.

Unfortunately, no matter how her soul reminded her, she didn't remember that she loved him.

Just like her love that had been slow to show up for twenty years, at the last moment when the curtain of her life came down, her love was still slow to show up.

"Mr. Fu, can I ask your name?"

Fu Haitang's eyes gradually dimmed, and he began to lose focus while staring at the ceiling. He didn't know if he heard these words or not. He murmured to himself, "This life is too hard. I'll leave first."

Tears flowed down the corners of my eyes.

The life monitor showed a horizontal line, and everyone opened the door and rushed to the bed.

Song Weiyu's ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear what they were crying about or saying. It was as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her... She staggered two steps, her face lost color, and then she fell straight backwards.