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

He suddenly asked again, "Have you seen your wife carrying a green leather handbag?"

The maid was surprised that Wu Haoqi would ask so many questions about Song Qintang, and in such detail.

This was putting her in a difficult position. Song Qintang had no status, and they usually didn't pay attention to her. He had never cared about these things before. She thought for a while before replying, "I haven't seen it. Madam has never carried a leather handbag; she always carries a canvas bag." She paused, then suddenly remembered something, "I did see a brand new Honggu handbag in the storeroom; it looked green, and there was even a receipt inside. I wonder if it's the one Young Master is talking about!"

Ms. Mei and Long Jianjia are both big brands; they wouldn't buy small brands like Honggu.

He remembered that he had given Long Jianjia 6 yuan to buy her a bag, and with a few hundred yuan left, he casually bought one for Song Qintang and had the driver deliver it to her.

There's nothing more to ask here.

Wu Haoqi didn't have the courage to ask any further questions.

He still couldn't believe that Song Qintang was determined to divorce him.

If she wanted him to know the grievances she had suffered over the years, hoping he would care more about her, coax her more, and even spend more money on her, then she had indeed achieved her goal.

Although he felt guilty towards her, he disliked her using this method to pressure him.

He was certain that if he compromised even once, she would only escalate her behavior next time.

In fact, her ultimate goal might not have been to divorce him at all.

Wu Haoqi took a deep breath, forcing himself to come to his senses in the quiet room.

Yes! How could she possibly have really divorced him?

Song Qintang now only has her seriously ill mother left, what gives her the confidence to get a divorce?

If it weren't for the money, she would never have gone to such lengths to marry him.

Wu Haoqi understood, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

The maid standing to the side noticed Wu Haoqi's different demeanor tonight and casually asked, "Should I go down and call Madam up to serve the young master?"

Wu Haoqi suddenly opened his closed eyes, glanced at a servant, and then turned to stare at the ceiling in thought.

Although he didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol, he did indeed want Song Qintang's soft and fragrant body at this moment.

But he has to maintain his position as a man, clearly establish the rules, and make it clear to her who is in charge.

Not everything can be achieved by simply throwing a tantrum or being temperamental.

Give her some space first, and once she's figured things out, she'll come looking for him herself.

He said, "No need!"

This time, it was the maid's turn to be stunned. Her sudden concern for Song Qintang made her think that the two were going to reconcile and that Song Qintang was about to turn things around.

Thankfully, otherwise, if Song Qintang really made up with Young Master Wu, those of them who had bullied her would definitely have a hard time in the future.

Wu Haoqi stood up and waved for the servants to leave.

Walking alone onto the balcony, the restless emotions in my heart were gradually dissipated in the breeze.

I'm glad I managed to control my desires just now.

Song Qintang hadn't paid any attention to Wu Haoqi's matter, but just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard his footsteps as he entered the room.

Long Jianjia practically ran to greet her.

She took out her earplugs from under her pillow and put them on.

She didn't understand why Wu Haoqi, who disagreed with the divorce and even went to see Director Yang, still went into another woman's room late at night.

Why force her to come back? Just so she can hear how much they love each other.

Or perhaps he thought she was definitely capable of accepting a marriage between three people?

He doesn't love her, he even hates her, yet he refuses to let go.

Song Qintang knew perfectly well that he didn't divorce her simply because he didn't want to bear the infamy, and he was using her to cover up his unconventional relationship with Long Jianjia.

Song Qintang hugged the little rabbit to her side, burying her face in the quilt, her heart filled with helplessness and grievance.

She once truly wanted to spend her whole life with him.

So I really feel sorry for him and sigh over his efforts over the past three years.

The next day, when Song Qintang came out of the living room after changing her shoes, she unexpectedly met Wu Haoqi in the garden.

He looked sharp and capable in his gray-blue suit, and his face was full of energy.

He still seems like that righteous and awe-inspiring senior.

Apart from Gu Huizhou, she had never seen such a handsome face.

Actually, she was hoping to marry him.

Gu Huizhou is an insurmountable glacier, a deep and cold obsidian.

Song Qintang used to cling to Gu Huizhou because he was too outstanding in appearance. Later, the first stirrings of love in a young girl sprouted and blossomed. She wanted his attention, even just a glance from him was enough to make her excited all day.

But Wu Haoqi's handsomeness has a color; his personality and appearance are both gentle and talkative. He has emotions and desires, unlike Gu Huizhou, whose joys and sorrows are incomprehensible to her.

The encounter in the garden made her feel a little awkward, unsure of what to say.

According to the Wu family's lifestyle, they don't get up until after 7:30 in the morning, so she gets up at 6:00 every day, leaves half an hour later, and avoids going out with them.

Wu Haoqi's appearance here so early was not a coincidence; he was deliberately waiting for her.

Wu Haoqi watched Song Qintang approach quietly. She always dressed simply. He had said that she was a married woman and should not dress up in a flashy way.

It was also mentioned that because Lu Pingping's hospital expenses were too high, she couldn't afford to waste money.

We need to lighten his burden.

Thinking of this, Wu Haoqi felt a dull ache in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

Although she was dressed simply, upon closer inspection today, one could see that her cherry-like lips were covered with a faint pink blush even without lipstick. Her almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, and her face was fair and gentle. When she raised her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, making her look endearing and charming.

Her delicate and tender body caused Wu Haoqi to lose his composure for a few seconds.

He suddenly realized that Song Qintang was so delicate and charming that she was captivating even without dressing up. Letting her go to work would be very dangerous; she should be pampered at home.

Song Qintang had no idea what Wu Haoqi was looking at. It was barely dawn, and he was already waiting there watching her. She didn't want to pay attention to him and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

She had only taken one step when a warm, large hand suddenly grasped hers, and a voice asked softly, "Are you tired from work?"

Song Qintang was at a loss. In the past three years, he had never cared about her, but now he suddenly asked her this question. After a moment of confusion, she shook her head and said, "I'm not tired."

Wu Haoqi pursed his lips and felt Song Qintang pull her hand away. He suddenly tightened his grip and squeezed her soft, small hand in his palm. This was the first time he had held her hand, and it felt so good to squeeze.

Wu Haoqi didn't care whether Song Qintang was willing or not, nor did he want to.

She is his wife, so he should obey her.

He took her hand and led her forward, his voice gentler than ever before: "I'll take you to work."

Song Qintang couldn't break free from Wu Haoqi's strength. There were also several servants sweeping the garden, so she could only be led by him towards the door.

Even when they were almost at the door, Wu Haoqi didn't let go of her hand.

Song Qintang finally couldn't help but speak up: "President Wu, you can let go now."