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

"What's wrong? Tell me, child!"

She split her sentence into two parts, and Long Jianjia ultimately didn't say the rest.

Just by looking at Long Jianjia's expression, Wu Lihu couldn't sit still any longer.

His gaze toward Song Qintang turned hateful.

"Right now, everyone in Suzhou's auto repair industry is saying that even Mrs. Wu doesn't trust her husband, and instead went to a competitor for repairs. Brother Qi is being laughed at everywhere he goes these past few days, and his business has plummeted!"

Long Jianjia wiped away her tears and looked at Song Qintang, her eyes filled with secret smugness.

Ms. Mei, though ill, immediately became scathing in her anger whenever she found fault with someone.

She frowned at Song Qintang, "How vicious you are! Would you die if you waited a little longer, or are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated? Since you did something like this to get revenge on Hao Qi, have you lost your conscience?"

"A scattered star, an ingrate..."

Ms. Mei's overwhelming insults pierced Song Qintang's heart with every word.

Despite being abandoned in the pouring rain all night, she ignored his repeated phone calls and took her god-sister to a hot spring to warm up.

Afterwards, he even told her not to go home because she had a cold.

She was simply trying to save herself because her husband couldn't come, but in the end, it became her revenge against Wu Haoqi.

They all knew whose fault it was that night, yet they still made things difficult for her.

But there were some things Song Qintang didn't say aloud, because she was the one who chose him and climbed into his bed to get ahead.

She was too lazy to argue, because even if she did, she would only be seen as disrespectful to her elders and unrepentant.

Ms. Mei looked at her without saying a word, feeling as if she had punched a cotton ball, utterly helpless. Frustrated, she clutched her chest and pounded her hand, saying, "Why can't you learn from Jianjia and think of Haoqi in everything you do?"

No wonder I couldn't keep my husband's heart.

Song Qintang had a lot to say, and her legs were numb when she left the living room.

After playing the victim, Long Jianjia continued to pretend to be a good person, saying, "I'll see my sister-in-law out."

She smiled and walked towards Song Qintang, naturally taking her arm.

Once outside, her smile was filled with the smug satisfaction of success. "Sister-in-law, do you need me to teach you how to keep Brother Qi's heart?"

Song Qintang met her gaze.

Long Jianjia's smile deepened, and she whispered in her ear, "You can't learn that either, because he loves me."

"That rainy night, Brother Qi not only booked the entire hot spring resort for me, but also held me in his arms and soaked in the hot spring all night. Now he stays up with me every night until midnight, afraid that I will catch a cold."

"And what about you? You've been in the hospital for three days, sleeping in the IV room every night, and you haven't made a single phone call!"

"You can't keep a man who doesn't love you no matter how hard you try. If I were you, I'd be smart enough to sign the divorce papers, and maybe I could let you go. Otherwise..."

Seeing her confident expression, Song Qintang really thought she had done something heinous.

Ultimately, Long Jianjia's repeated provocations were all fueled by Wu Haoqi.

She had known all along.

Song Qintang looked back at Long Jianjia, her posture indifferent, "Is my little sister so eager to take the place of the powerful? Well, that depends on whether I give my approval or not."

"As long as I'm here, you'll never be able to see the light of day and will only be able to resort to these petty tricks behind the scenes."

"Since you say Wu Haoqi loves you, does it mean you love his scheming, or your manipulative skills? You clown!"

Long Jianjia's face froze after hearing what Song Qintang said, and she remained stunned until Song Qintang left.

Song Qintang wasn't just being verbally aggressive; she had considered that, given Long Jianjia's personality, she would definitely go to Wu Haoqi to complain.

Wu Haoqi never doubted any of the complaints she made.

Even if it wasn't Song Qintang's fault, he would still unconditionally side with Long Jianjia.

Song Qintang had originally planned to prepare the divorce agreement in the next couple of days, and she didn't care even though Long Jianjia had told her.

Perhaps they were wrong from the start.

She went to the garden to find Miaomiao, gave her the things, and then returned to her room.

The chatter outside the door was louder than the footsteps: "I've never seen such a shameless person. We servants are all higher in rank than her."

"You both heard what Madam and Miss Wu said to her today, right? She didn't dare utter a single word!"

"She probably doesn't even know what backbone is!"

"Don't worry, I overheard Miss Long on the phone. She'll be kicked out soon, and her reputation will be ruined."

......

Song Qintang paused in typing.

They clearly knew Song Qintang was inside; they were deliberately saying this to her.

"That's right. Look at Madam, she's not even allowed to go up to the second floor. That's to keep an eye on her. Even if we divorce, she won't get a single penny from the Wu family."

Song Qintang looked at the half-finished divorce agreement on the computer and suddenly smiled.

The servants returned to their rooms, and the area outside quieted down. The sounds of clinking cutlery and laughter from the dining room sounded particularly jarring at that moment.

No one called her, and of course she didn't deserve it.

But in the past, she couldn't eat spicy food, so Wu Haoqi would ask the servants to cook according to her taste, and the dinner table would be filled with laughter.

After typing the last word of the rewritten divorce agreement, she shut down her computer and went out to find something to eat.

The only thing to be thankful for is that she didn't listen to Wu Haoqi and quit her job to be Mrs. Wu.

She wasn't served at the Wu family's dining table, but she could choose any restaurant she wanted.

Perhaps because she had let go of her obsession, she ate with extra relish tonight.

After dinner, we went to the park where I used to go for a night run with my dad.

The spring colors in the garden were washed clean by the crystal-clear dew, making them exceptionally clear. Even though the grass under the trees was bent over, it still tried its best to bear a weight that did not belong to it.

It was already nine o'clock when I got back to Jinxiuyuan.

Under the dim streetlights, I saw a figure. It used to be Wu Haoqi, but now... it's just Miaomiao.

Upon recognizing the person, Miaomiao hurriedly ran over with her umbrella, "Xiaotang, hurry, something terrible has happened!"

Miaomiao looked at the doorway with a panicked expression and pushed Song Qintang toward the main road.

"What happened?" Song Qintang touched Miaomiao's sleeve, which was mostly wet. It seemed that she had been waiting here for a long time.

"Listen to me, you go first!" Miaomiao said in a panicked voice, "Mrs. Wu is angry with the young master, she even smashed the celadon vase in the living room."

That's quite serious. Ms. Mei is an avid collector of antiques, and the vase on the display shelf is her favorite. She always places it in the center and shows it off to everyone she meets.

I just don't know what caused her to lose control like that.

Regardless of the reason, they were getting a divorce anyway, and Song Qintang didn't want to get involved in the Wu family's affairs.

Even if she goes in, she'll just be a dumping ground for people's anger.

"Okay, I'll go back to the hospital first. Be careful when you go in."

Like her, Miaomiao had no one to rely on in this family. Because she was close to her, she was always bullied by the old servants.

In Miaomiao's words, once she has saved enough money, she will never serve him again.

"Don't worry, I'll call you if anything happens."

The two nodded and walked in their respective directions.

Suddenly, a voice shattered the silence behind them, "You ungrateful wretch, where do you think you're going!"

It was Aunt Zhao. She sternly ordered the bodyguards behind her, "Hold them both down! Don't let either of them escape!"