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

Given her status in the Wu family, even her sister-in-law, Ms. Mei, dared not raise her voice at her. Everything in the Wu family required her approval before it could be done. Now, having been humiliated in front of her nephew and servants, her face turned ugly.

Besides, isn't it only natural for a wife to make sacrifices for her husband? How dare she even mention a mere amount of rent?

She sneered, thinking that she could control people just by paying rent. Dream on. She said, "You can't even win your husband's heart, and you still have the nerve to blame Haoqi for taking your hospital room? If you ask me, you're not even as good as Jianjia's toes. If it were her, she wouldn't have done such a shameful thing. There's definitely a reason why you're not liked."

In their eyes, the Wu family was infallible, and comparing her to Long Jianjia was a daily occurrence. Song Qintang looked at Wu Lihu with a calm expression and asked, "What shameful thing?"

Wu Lihu took a stack of photos out of her bag and slammed them on the table. "Look at this yourself. You're not even divorced yet, and you're already flirting with other men. Now you want to divorce my nephew? Are you going to find that adulterer?!"

Compared to Song Qintang, Wu Haoqi was even more eager. The photo on the table had barely been on the table for a second before Wu Haoqi grabbed it and started looking at it.

The more Wu Haoqi looked at the photo, the more his brows furrowed, and his hand holding the photo turned white and trembled.

Judging from Wu Haoqi's extremely angry expression, Song Qintang really thought she had done something heinous.

The next second, Wu Haoqi threw the photo in his hand at Song Qintang's face.

The stinging pain in her cheek made her instinctively turn her head, and the corner of the photo instantly cut a gash across her fair face.

Fresh blood flowed down, glaringly obvious.

The moment Song Qintang's fingers touched it, her fingertips were stained red with blood.

Wu Haoqi glared angrily at her and approached, "No wonder you were in such a hurry to get a divorce; you'd already found someone else!"

"Song Qintang, do you want to die?"

Do I look like an idiot?

Wu Haoqi suddenly remembered Song Qintang's torn button, and combined it with the photo and her confident denials that day.

It turns out that everything has a traceable origin.

Not only that, because of Jianjia's well-intentioned reminder, she was verbally abused by Song Qintang to the point of suicide.

How dare Song Qintang!

At this moment, Song Qintang's face was expressionless as she looked down at the photos scattered on the ground.

The moment she saw it clearly, a panic gripped her heart; what was bound to happen had finally arrived.

The photo shows the scene of a car accident in the suburbs on what day.

Li Yongning pressed her down in the car in an ambiguous position; anyone who saw it could guess what would happen next.

Different angles, even using perspective tricks.

Li Yongning buried his head in her neck and shoulders.

Each frame was unbearable to look at.

This photo was clearly taken by a professional; it's definitely not a screenshot from surveillance footage.

It was all planned out, just waiting for her to fall into the trap.

If it were just a single button, she could explain it, but now that the photos have surfaced, she really can't explain it.

Overwhelmed by a wave of grievance and indignation, she shook her head, her voice trembling with tears, "No...it's not like that, Wu Haoqi, I didn't do anything wrong to you!"

"This photo... nothing happened between me and Li Yongning..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Haoqi grabbed her wrist, slammed her to the ground, and pointed at the photos on the floor, angrily shouting, "The facts are right in front of you, how dare you try to deny it!"

This wasn't the first time she'd been wrongly accused, but this was the most helpless she'd ever felt.

Although Wu Haoqi had wronged her many times over the past three years, she could always explain herself, and even if he didn't listen, she could swallow her anger.

This is the one thing she cannot admit to.

For a woman, marital infidelity is a fatal stain.

She cares; she can't let herself be labeled with that label.

Wu Haoqi won't believe her, and might even ruin her.

She forced herself to calm down, picked up the offensive photo, and when she looked up again, tears still streamed down her face uncontrollably. "He saw it was me that day and wanted to get revenge on you, but in the end, he really didn't do anything to me!"

Although she knew Wu Haoqi wouldn't believe her, she was truly innocent.

"Revenge?" Wu Haoqi looked down at her, his tone full of mockery. "Song Qintang, do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"You did something so shameless, and you still have the nerve to blame me?"

As he spoke, Wu Haoqi leaned down and pinched the tear-streaked chin, "I really underestimated you!"

He could tolerate Song Qintang's lack of consideration, even though in the past three years, she had never listened to what her husband said, constantly bullying Long Jianjia and making a mess of the family.

On the day of the car accident, he did take Jianjia with him first. Afterwards, Song Qintang came back on her own. He felt a little guilty and gave her a bag.

Unexpectedly, she not only sought help from his business rival, but also openly humiliated him.

As a man, he generously forgave her.

And Song Qintang, as his wife, trampled on his last shred of dignity as a man.

How can he possibly trust her again!

"I didn't," Song Qintang sobbed uncontrollably, but tilted her head back to explain, "This photo was taken deliberately, by a professional photographer. Every single one is a forced perspective; it's a setup!"

Wu Haoqi went to the scene that day. In the pouring rain in the suburbs, who would be waiting there with a camera?

She hoped that these words would enlighten Wu Haoqi.

"Besides, Li Yongning didn't touch me at all; he kept calling you! I really have nothing to do with him!"

That night, Song Qintang's number did indeed keep calling him.

He initially thought Song Qintang was vying for his favor and wanted him to go back and save her, which was why he didn't accept the offer.

Wu Haoqi paused, his gaze fixed on the photo.

He took photography as an elective in college, and judging from the photos, the composition and angles are indeed professional.

But what does this prove?

If Song Qintang hadn't been arguing with Li Yongning, how could it have been filmed?

"Flies don't land on eggs without cracks!" Wu Haoqi firmly believed in this saying. "If you had just waited patiently overnight, would all this trouble have happened?"

"You dare say you didn't deliberately pick on Li Yongning? You know about my history with him!"

Song Qintang felt powerless amid Wu Haoqi's repeated questioning.

She pursed her lower lip, her whole body trembling with grievance. "Wu Haoqi, rescue calls are assigned randomly, you know that better than I do!"

"Besides, we've been married for three years. You know best what kind of person I am. Don't we even have that much trust between us?"

With the facts unclear, she could only use her emotions to elicit even the slightest thought from him.

Wu Haoqi's furrowed brows relaxed slightly upon hearing this.

Song Qintang is a conservative person at heart. Although she was the one who schemed against him at first, she was still an innocent girl who gave herself to him.

He also acted recklessly after marriage, pestering her, but she was too shy to cooperate with his little quirks.

Whenever she thinks of it, she remembers the way she shyly yet boldly went along with him.

The hand that was gripping her chin unconsciously withdrew its pressure.

Song Qintang's skin was very fair and tender, and two reddish-purple finger marks were left on her pointed chin.

Looking at his almond-shaped eyes, red from crying, Wu Haoqi couldn't help but soften.

His hand, veins bulging, slowly rose and reached out to Song Qintang's trembling body, wanting to help her up.

Before his hand could even touch her, Wu Lihu slapped it down, saying, "Haoqi, don't listen to her sweet talk, she's just lying to you!"