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

Song Qintang sneered. Yes, all that's left between them is blaming each other.

She stopped looking at him and continued walking towards the duty room.

Wu Haoqi caught up with her, saying, "I'm talking to you. Jianjia has been in the hospital for two days. As her sister-in-law, even if you don't apologize, you should at least go and visit her."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Go and comfort Jianjia first, then I'll go with you to see your mother."

Song Qintang continued walking forward, completely ignoring them.

He hadn't visited her once in three years of marriage, but now, just to please another woman, he's offered to visit his mother-in-law.

It's ridiculous.

It's a pity the divorce papers are in the hospital room, otherwise she would want to slap him in the face right now.

Seeing Song Qintang still stubbornly walking forward, his slightly gentle face gradually turned cold again. He frowned and pulled her back, "Song Qintang, go back to the ward. You were in the wrong first. No matter what happens to your mother in the end, I will not pay any more money."

"You don't need to be angry with me, I won't change my mind."

Song Qintang stopped, pried his hand away, and looked at him with a wry smile.

In the three years of their marriage, she never asked him for a single penny, even though he had booked a V3 ward for his mother for three years.

50 million per year.

But he forgot that Haoqi Auto Repair's land is 20 acres, and the annual rent is more than 50 yuan.

For the past three years, Wu Haoqi has always said that business is difficult and her mother's medical expenses are too high, so he has not given her a single penny of rent.

She considered them husband and wife and never settled scores with him.

Now, because of money, I almost ruined my mother's life.

She was too foolish.

Song Qintang sighed and looked at him, "Wu Haoqi, you don't need to pay the money, but we need to calculate the rent for these three years."

"I've already drafted the divorce agreement, and I was planning to give it to you in a few days."

"But I don't want to wait any longer."

After a long silence, a cold, mocking laugh rang out.

Wu Haoqi looked at Song Qintang coldly, he didn't believe that Song Qintang had the guts to divorce him.

He used to throw divorce papers at her countless times, but she never dared to take them. In the end, she always obediently complied with all his unreasonable demands.

Besides, even if he didn't pay the rent, perhaps he owed her something, but what's wrong with her, as his wife, suffering a little loss?

She was no longer the daughter of the Song family; she was just an ordinary person, and even ordinary people were living better lives than her.

Because she also has a vampire mother who lives on money every year.

If she leaves him, who else will want her? Who else will treat her well?

Did she think she could still live the life of a wealthy wife after leaving him?

She had only suffered a little grievance these past two days, and because of her pampering of Jianjia, she used this method to make him compromise.

However, Wu Haoqi felt that the punishment given to Song Qintang a few days ago was justified.

Even if he was strict at times, it was all for her own good.

Doesn't Song Qintang have done anything wrong?

Although she was abandoned in the suburbs on a rainy night, didn't she come back on her own? And she even found Li Yongning, causing him to be ridiculed by his colleagues.

Also, he got angry because he kept talking to Jianjia even though he had a cold.

Besides, her buttons were torn, couldn't he, as her husband, even show some concern?

Long Jianjia is still hospitalized because of her, but she doesn't think she did anything wrong at all.

I'm getting a divorce over such a trivial matter.

it is ridiculous.

Suppressing his anger, Wu Haoqi looked down at Song Qintang and said in a calm voice, "Song Qintang, there's a limit to throwing a tantrum."

"I'll process Jianjia's discharge from the hospital tomorrow and give you back the room. As for the subsequent expenses, you'll have to figure that out yourself. This is already the biggest concession I've made, so don't push my limits any further!"

Song Qintang thought Wu Haoqi would happily jump up on the spot.

After all, if he divorces her, he can be with Long Jianjia forever.

But now that she brought it up herself, he thinks she's just throwing a tantrum.

They even considered it a concession that was a favor.

All of this made Song Qintang laugh.

Regardless of his opinion, things have come to this point, and there's no turning back.

Song Qintang stared directly at him without yielding an inch. "I've been thinking about divorce for a long time, but I just haven't found the right opportunity to bring it up with you."

"I've been married to you for three years. Your divorce lawyer has contacted me many times, but I haven't agreed to it because I want a home."

As she spoke, she suddenly laughed. "Now, I don't want anything anymore. I've sent the agreement to your email. Please sign it as soon as possible."

Wu Haoqi stared in shock at Song Qintang's calm face. Her eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion, as if she were resigning.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he just couldn't believe that Song Qintang would divorce him over such a small matter.

He opened his phone and saw the divorce agreement that Song Qintang had sent him, with the last section detailing marital property.

She returned two items voluntarily: a coat worth 300 yuan (brand new with tags still on) and a Honggu women's bag worth 589 yuan (brand new and unopened).

Wu Haoqi frowned. In the past three years, he had only given her two gifts, neither of which she had used.

Was she upset that his gift wasn't valuable enough, or was she simply looking for a divorce?

She was self-aware enough to only take her premarital belongings when it came to the distribution of other assets.

She didn't have a dowry to begin with; when she entered the Wu family, she only brought a suitcase with a few changes of clothes.

Ms. Mei didn't like him, so she didn't give him a betrothal gift. He didn't want to go against his mother's wishes, so he didn't buy wedding rings or jewelry.

She wrote it down so clearly; wasn't that a slap in his face?

Wu Haoqi looked at the firm and powerful signature on the divorce agreement, then sized up Song Qintang, and suddenly laughed out loud, turning off his phone and putting it inside his suit jacket.

"Song Qintang, I disagree."

Disagree? Isn't this what he's always wanted?

Song Qintang never expected Wu Haoqi to disagree. Every clause in the divorce agreement was in the Wu family's and Wu Haoqi's favor.

Basically, she left with nothing.

Wu Haoqi's irritated voice came from above, "Song Qintang, what are you planning this time?"

He spoke in his usual contemptuous and mocking tone, "Three years have passed, and you're still full of scheming."

"You always say I favor Jianjia, but with your vicious and ruthless personality, how can I possibly pamper you?"

"If you dare say that again, don't blame me for kicking you out of the house."

Song Qintang didn't know where his confidence came from; he was always aloof and never believed a word she said.

No matter what she says or does, he eventually stereotypes it as her being scheming, malicious, narrow-minded, and intolerant.

She was truly exhausted after three years.

Looking at the man in front of her, she was already disgusted and felt tired of even glancing at him.

Song Qintang pursed her lips, thought for a few seconds before speaking, "If I voluntarily move out of the Wu family home, you'll agree to a divorce?"

Looking at Song Qintang's resolute face, Wu Haoqi thought, "She's acting quite well."

Using divorce to gain his sympathy is utterly disgusting.

Although he hadn't given her a kind look all these years, it was because he wanted to temper and strengthen Song Qintang's will.

After all, there were too many things about her that he didn't like.

Wu Haoqi took a deep breath. She still didn't understand his good intentions. Fine, he'd give her a little treat.