Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

The night has been very thick, the moonlight in the sky has become weaker and weaker, and the coolness of the night has become stronger and stronger.

Fu Beichen has locked himself in his study for a long time. It should have been an afternoon. The wound on his hand has not been treated, and a dark red congestion condenses at the wound.

The house is filled with smoke

Fu Beichen leaned against the black rocking chair and stared at the pale moonlight outside the window.

Then he looked down at the picture in his hand. After a while, he put down the picture and turned to the window. Unconsciously, it has been 25 years, 25 years, how fast!

That year, the painful and cruel scene was deeply embedded in his memory. No matter how hard he tried, he could not forget the painful memory and erase the hatred in his heart.

The sun was bright that day.

In the endless sea of flowers in the back garden, his mother took his hand and trimmed his messy black hair. Her mother's smile was very beautiful: "today is my baby's fourth birthday. My baby is becoming more and more handsome!"

He looked at his mother's eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful and bright, just like the moon. Her hands were a little cold, but his hands were warm. He could warm his mother's hands like this. If he kept warm like this, my mother would not feel cold.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" at that time, he didn't know anything and didn't understand anything. He just felt that his mother was very different today.

But he didn't find the brilliance in his mother's eyes when he said these words. I don't know. My mother has been ill for a long time. Just for his birthday, she struggled out of the ward and gently accompanied him.

Mother's eyes slowly shed clear tears, but she was still smiling.

"Mom is fine. When your father comes back, we'll blow out the candles and celebrate my prince's birthday..."

He looked at his mother's tears in surprise. He didn't know why his mother was suddenly sad. His mother slowly bent down and gently picked up his face with warm and soft hands. There was a touch of sadness in his voice.

"Beichen, when you grow up, if you fall in love with a girl, you must not let her cry, you know?"

"Hmm!" he nodded vigorously.

Mother smiled beautifully. Her weak appearance seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, "don't hurt her heart, love her well..."

"I will remember my mother's words!"

The sun, especially bright, shines faintly between him and his beautiful mother.

Mother smiled. Her smile was beautiful and weak, as if it were a blooming white Epiphyllum.

At this time, Fu Beichen didn't see his father coming back. What he saw was a woman holding a child more than two years old. His arrogant look was like a peacock.

He looked at the boy and didn't know why he instinctively hated the boy. Even though his eyebrows were so similar to himself, he still hated it, so he frowned.

Then, he heard the woman proudly say to her mother, "Lin Wanru, Yunting doesn't love you. He loves me. If the Fu family didn't want him to marry the Lin family, do you really think you could be Mrs. Fu? Now that he and I have children, should you give up Mrs. Fu's position..."