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

Based on her understanding of Wu Haoqi, with his family all present, it was impossible for him to come to see her alone. However, she still brought a signed paper copy of the divorce agreement, just to make it more formal.

Today is Long Jianjia's recovery banquet, and the Wu family is holding a grand celebration. Wu Haoqi naturally wants to perform well and win Long Jianjia's favor.

She probably won't be coming today. There are bodyguards at the Wu family's gate, and she can't leave without orders from the second floor.

She decided to tidy up the messy luggage in the room.

Not much was left over from before, just looking at the dried peonies in the photo frame.

Song Qintang couldn't help but recall Gu Huizhou's cold and aloof face.

This peony was planted in the garden by Aunt Han. She said it was beautiful, so Gu Huizhou picked it for her.

It was also the only time he ever gave her flowers.

Time has passed, and those happy times can never be found again. All that remains is Gu Huizhou's endless hatred for the Song family.

During the years Gu Huizhou was abroad, she would sneak into his room every day and stay there for an entire afternoon.

The smell of his room permeated her entire high school life.

To avoid disturbing his studies, she would only write him one email a week.

They all read my message but don't reply.

She persisted for three whole years.

She was finally looking forward to his return. That day, she went through all the clothes in her closet and even carefully selected her socks.

A rare heavy snowfall began to fall in Suzhou.

That year, the Gu family home was filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year, with red lanterns everywhere. Gu Huaihua gave Song Qintang a large red envelope and pointed out the room where Gu Huizhou had been as a child.

She left her mother with great joy to explore his childhood.

When she returned to look for her phone, she saw Gu Huaizhou holding Lu Pingping's shoulders firmly in Tingzhu Pavilion. He said, "Pingping, I really love you. I liked you from the first moment I saw you. After all these years, are you still going to ignore my love?"

"Please be with me, I promise I'll only love you for the rest of my life!"

Lu Pingping strongly objected, "Brother Gu, I've always considered you my older brother! How can you say such things? How can you face Sister Yunqing and Huizhou?"

"No! Pingping, please grant my wish! My marriage to Han Yunqing is a business arrangement; we have no feelings for each other. I've loved you since the first moment I saw you, and I truly cannot live without you!"

......

Song Qintang was stunned and stood there dumbfounded. It turned out that Uncle Gu, who was always upright and proper, liked her mother.

She couldn't remember how she got back to Gu Huizhou's room that day.

She had imagined countless times the scene of her reunion with Gu Huizhou.

I never imagined it would happen at Gu Huaihua's funeral.

Devastated by his mother's rejection, Gu Huaihua drove under the influence of alcohol and died.

The Gu family changed their red silk to white cloth.

Afterwards, Han Yunqing retrieved the surveillance footage from the bamboo garden, and Lu Pingping became the target of public criticism.

Blame and guilt finally overwhelmed Lu Pingping.

She attempted suicide countless times and was rescued countless times.

In the end, she drank an entire bottle of paraquat after her father's accident.

When I was little, I thought my mother was too weak, but the older I get, the more I understand how hard she has worked.

She did nothing wrong, yet she unjustly took a life.

Gu Huizhou hated her, hated Lu Pingping, and hated the Song family even more.

From then on, there was nothing but hatred between them.

However, there is a fundamental difference between Gu Huizhou and Wu Haoqi; even though he hated Lu Pingping, he didn't want her dead.

Instead, they helped her.

After she returned from the deer park, Dean Zhang called her and told her to stay in ward V1 with peace of mind.

Song Qintang forced herself to stop thinking about it, packed the photo frame into her suitcase, and as she stood up, she saw Wu Haoqi at the door.

Wu Haoqi was dressed very elegantly today, and he even wore a boutonniere under his silver-gray suit.

She remembered Long Jianjia saying that a prince should wear a corsage.

His attire was merely in accordance with Long Jianjia's preferences.

Song Qintang paused slightly when she saw Wu Haoqi; she had thought she wouldn't see him today.

How could he be absent from Long Jianjia's home turf?

The banquet is about to begin; shouldn't he stay by Long Jianjia's side to keep her company?

The two who had been looking at each other were now speechless. In the past, he had nothing to say to her, and now she had nothing to say to him.

After a brief eye contact, Song Qintang looked away and lowered her gaze to put her suitcase away.

Wu Haoqi rarely came to this maid's room. Every time he did, he would scold her. Now, she had no resentment and calmed down to look at it.

The cramped, dark room was surprisingly rudimentary.

A photo of the two of them is displayed on the simple desk.

Previously, Song Qintang wanted to take wedding photos, but Wu Haoqi found it troublesome and refused to go. After she mentioned it a few times, Song Qintang stopped mentioning it.

Their only photo together is the one on their marriage certificate, which she enlarged and framed.

The room, which was less than 5 square meters, was mostly occupied by the Wu family's clutter, with only a bed and a desk belonging to her.

It is precisely this place, where even turning around is difficult, that Song Qintang is now grateful for.

Fortunately, it's narrow and can't accommodate a second person.

Wu Haoqi stopped and stood at the door, looking at Song Qintang for a long time.

In the dim light, her slender white fingers rested on the suitcase. Her long hair cascaded down her back, her lowered eyes were aloof, her profile was quiet and gentle, and she possessed a lingering charm.

She was like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world; even a single strand of hair on her shoulder could inspire imagination.

Wu Haoqi used to dislike Song Qintang's gentle and charming appearance, but he had to admit that she was very attractive.

Song Qintang turned sideways and placed her suitcase at the foot of the bed. Wu Haoqi used to think that she should be punished, but this was the first time he felt that it was too much.

A sharp pain pierced somewhere deep inside my heart.

Song Qintang is his wife and shouldn't be living in such an environment.

Even when forced into this situation, Song Qintang didn't complain to him at all.

In the past, Song Qintang would even complain to him about the material of her pillow.

Wu Haoqi pursed his lips, stepped inside, and sat at the foot of the bed. He looked down at her bed sheet, which felt like rough cotton.

There wasn't even a mattress; it was uncomfortable for him to sit on.

He never expected that Song Qintang had lived here for three years.

She used to be a pampered heiress.

Wu Haoqi's fingers curled up, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said in a low voice, "It's not that I'm unwilling to help you with your mother's hospital fees, but the annual cost is not a small amount."

Song Qintang stood up, lowered her eyes and nodded. She didn't think Wu Haoqi was wrong. Her mother's expenses shouldn't have been paid by him in the first place.

Since Wu Haoqi had paid for it before, she hadn't mentioned rent.

In the already cramped room, even with Song Qintang leaning against the wall, the distance between them was no more than half a meter. She pursed her lips and said, "President Wu, there's no need to mention this matter again. I don't need you to pay for my medical expenses in the future."

"My mother's illness, whether it's good or bad, has nothing to do with you or the Wu family. I know you've done your best these past three years."

These were the sensible words he wanted to hear, but Wu Haoqi felt a lump in his throat for a moment.

He even hoped that Song Qintang would cry and beg him at this moment, rather than seeing her calm and indifferent expression.

Wu Haoqi took a deep breath, frowned, his eyes were sinister, and stood up to close the open door with a sidestep.