Abandoned on a stormy night, I divorced and remarried into a wealthy family.

The elevator landed on the first floor, and the leader, who usually sat on the podium, followed behind him, fawningly giving his report.

Gu Huizhou remained silent, his sharp and well-tailored suit accentuating his cold and dignified demeanor. He exuded the aura of a powerful family head, capable of suppressing the entire room without making a sound.

Song Qintang knew him. He had been raised with the upbringing of a leader since childhood. He was born with a thunderous decisiveness and never showed his emotions. Many people who wanted to please him did not know how to start. He was the natural leader of the Gu family.

In just a few steps, Gu Huizhou saw the dark mass of people behind him approaching.

Gu Huizhou's cold indifference extended to her as well; aside from that brief glance they exchanged, he didn't linger on her for even half a second longer.

She stepped aside, the sharp scent of wood emanating from him wafting over her, but the man in front of her did not stop walking.

In that instant, Song Qintang thought of many things, wondering if he had recognized her. Someone like him, with a photographic memory, could understand choosing to ignore her.

After all, the two of them were worlds apart. The little bit of affection they had when they were young had turned into enmity after that incident. He probably still hated her.

Her gaze involuntarily followed his steady steps, and even when she saw him approaching, she still didn't dare to face him and lowered her head.

The scent emanating from him momentarily made her feel dazed, reminding her of her childhood when she said she loved the scent of sunshine and wood, as if she were immersed in nature.

From the time they were old enough to understand, that year they moved into the Jiuling Mansion.

The two families became neighbors. Gu Huizhou was handsome and sunny. They played football together when they were young. As they grew up, she still harbored girlish feelings and would always run to find this older brother who was three years her senior.

I vaguely remember that when I was a child, our two families were very close. The fathers would get together to talk about current affairs, while the mothers would enjoy afternoon tea in the garden.

She could only sit for a few minutes before going to find Gu Huizhou, because she had never seen such a handsome person before.

Even the posters of popular celebrities in her room couldn't compare to Gu Huizhou's handsome appearance.

Although he always looked cold and didn't like to talk to her, she was like a little tail following behind him. When he wrote, she would obediently read comics. When he went horseback riding, she would coax and beg him to go to the Gu family horse farm with her.

Mrs. Gu would always smile and say to her, "How about Tangtang becomes Zhou'er's wife in the future?"

Later, she learned that the horses in Gu Huizhou's horse farm were his treasures, and she was the only one who could ride his horse.

Gu Huizhou's youth was joyful, and it was this joy that made the pain so excruciating after that incident so agonizing.

Gu Huizhou lost his father after his mother committed suicide and was hospitalized.

She secretly went to Gu Huaihua's funeral. She couldn't bear to part with this all-powerful uncle who had doted on her since childhood, and she felt even more sorry for Gu Huizhou, who had illuminated her entire youth.

That was the first time Gu Huizhou lost his temper with her, ruthlessly pushing her out the door. "Song Qintang, I never want to see the Song family again in this life, including you!"

......

Gu Huizhou didn't stop for a moment, but the dean beside him gave Song Qintang a meaningful look.

Mr. Gu, who is extremely busy, was just standing on the second floor in a daze, but he didn't recognize himself when he came down.

It's not impossible that they might admit they were wrong.

What a waste of a good opportunity to get closer to someone.

Song Qintang stared blankly as that figure disappeared into the crowd. After all these years, he was still so cold and indifferent, not even sparing a glance.

Perhaps he still hates her.

She paused for a moment, then looked away and silently turned to go upstairs.

Gu Huizhou's bodyguards stopped the accompanying hospital leaders outside the car. After the car door closed, the bodyguards got into the car, and the leaders on the steps waved goodbye.

Through the car window, Leng Qing's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the figure making a phone call on the stairs.

Noticing that his boss was unusually distracted, and had been distracted twice, assistant Yue Heng took out a tablet from the passenger seat.

A few seconds later he reported, "Chairman Gu, the lady in the lobby is named Song Qintang because her husband is holding her younger sister." He emphasized the word "younger sister." "They took over Dr. Song's mother's ward, and when Dr. Song's mother was critically ill, the two of them started fighting."

Yue Heng had followed Gu Huizhou for five years, and this was the first time he had reported on matters concerning women.

You should know that Gu Huizhou had an ironclad rule for them: women were not allowed to get close.

He had always suspected that his boss was gay.

But seeing the look in his eyes today—a mixture of love and hate, yet unwilling to back down—it's clear there's something going on.

"You're really free!" Gu Huizhou's authoritative voice came from the back row. "Want to transfer to the news department?"

Yue Heng clasped his hands together and quickly apologized, "No, boss, I was wrong, I had a bad mouth."

Someone once asked him what his secret was to staying by the side of Gu Huizhou, this cold-faced devil, without being fired.

He believes there are two points.

One: Male.

Second: Quick to admit mistakes.

He was basically playing the erhu in his crotch.

Gu Huizhou closed his eyes slightly, his face even colder. Yue Heng was about to demonstrate his professionalism and report on the next itinerary.

A cold voice came from the back row, "Give her the V1."

Yue Heng: "???"

.......

When Song Qintang's phone rang, she was listening to Zeng Zhu greet their ancestors.

"Hello, Dr. Song, Vice President Yu just called and said that Aunt Lu can stay in ward V1. Please move there as soon as possible!"

Song Qintang wasn't the only one stunned; even Zeng Zhu couldn't believe it and kept calling to ask her the same question.

Ward V1 has been booked since the hospital opened, and it is cleaned by a dedicated person every day.

The mysterious mastermind behind it has never appeared.

Even when Dean Zhang's own mother fell ill this year and stayed in the corridor, no one dared to make a move on V1.

Before Song Qintang went to the payment office to check in, she made some inquiries, but the mysterious person behind her was unwilling to reveal any information.

And the fees were already paid.

She had no choice but to give up, thinking that she would ask someone to restore things to their original state after the transition was over.

For the next two days, Song Qintang took leave from her department to stay at the hospital and take care of her mother.

Seeing her mother's pale face and the tubes inserted all over her body, Song Qintang couldn't help but feel sad.

The once elegant and beauty-loving mother can now only relieve herself in bed with a catheter and diaper pads.

I wonder if she will blame her or resent her for forcing her to stay.

In the afternoon, her mother's condition stabilized, and she prepared to go to the duty room to get some changes of clothes.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I ran into Wu Haoqi.

He said affectionately into the phone, "I'll be there soon, and I've brought you some pistachios from Basque Country."

His gaze swept across the screen; he was video chatting with Long Jianjia.

Song Qintang calmly withdrew her gaze, having long since lost all emotion towards Wu Haoqi.

Upon seeing this, Wu Haoqi hung up the video call and turned his gaze to Song Qintang.

Her already slender figure seemed even thinner, giving her a more fragile appearance that evoked pity.

Although he disliked Song Qintang's sinister and vicious nature, he was always irresistibly drawn to her appearance.

He suddenly remembered that she hadn't caused him any trouble these past few days, and Jianjia had recovered quite well and generously forgiven Song Qintang.

Wu Haoqi's voice was less resentful. "Do you know you were wrong?"