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

Song Qintang and Miaomiao were no match for the bodyguards.

After a few quick steps, the two were pinned down by bodyguards like prisoners, with no respect shown to them whatsoever.

Aunt Zhao poked Miaomiao's forehead and scolded, "You heartless bastard! Without you, we really wouldn't have been able to catch this piece of trash!"

They had long anticipated that Miaomiao would tip off Song Qintang. As soon as Miaomiao went out, Zhao Ma and her bodyguards hid in the artificial hill in the courtyard.

They were just waiting for Song Qintang to appear so they could take down both of them in one fell swoop. As for Miaomiao, in Miss Long's words, dragging the only person who was good to her down with her would make Song Qintang suffer even more.

"Don't touch her, we just happened to run into her." Song Qintang felt bad seeing Miaomiao being scolded and crying.

"Pah!" Aunt Zhao spat disdainfully in Miaomiao's face. "Little Song, do you think I'm blind? Take her inside to Madam!"

...

In the living room, the scene Miaomiao described was still there, with vases and cups broken all over the floor.

Just looking at the scene was enough to make one shudder, and then look at Long Jianjia sitting next to Wu Haoqi.

Tears still clung to her delicate face, but her eyes were full of defiance as she looked at Song Qintang!

It was as if it was telling her what "otherwise" would be like!

A disdainful look flashed across her eyes, and she turned to face Wu Haoqi, her delicate appearance evoking pity.

"Brother Qi, talk to your sister-in-law properly. Maybe there's some misunderstanding. It's all my fault..." she said, raising her hand to slap herself.

Wu Haoqi couldn't bear to see the person he cherished slap himself.

Long Jianjia's hand naturally didn't land on her face, but instead landed on Wu Haoqi's palm.

His tone remained gentle, and the tenderness in his eyes melted away.

"How can I blame you? You're just too kind!"

It was kindness, kindness to the point of kneeling down, slapping himself in the face, and igniting the conflict to its zenith.

Completely bewildered, Song Qintang had no idea what she was up to this time, but it was definitely aimed at her, and it even dragged Miaomiao into it.

"Let Miaomiao go," she said, raising her eyes, which were already filled with utter disappointment. "If there's anything, we can settle it behind closed doors."

The bulging veins on Wu Haoqi's neck were a sign of his extreme anger.

Although he was usually indifferent to her, he was always a gentleman.

Wu Haoqi breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the bodyguard.

The numbness in her shoulders eased slightly, and the bodyguard led Miaomiao out.

Just as Song Qintang straightened up, "slap!" A stinging force hit her face.

Ms. Mei's slap was so forceful that Song Qintang's brain instantly became dizzy, and her ears were filled with the sound of insects chirping.

"You bitch, you not only ruined Haoqi's career, but you're also ruining his reputation! Why don't you just die!"

She was the one who was beaten and scolded for no reason, but Long Jianjia was the one who hid in Wu Haoqi's arms in fear.

Watching Wu Haoqi naturally pull her into his arms and protect her unconditionally.

Song Qintang always felt a cold, bone-chilling, dull ache in her heart.

The dull pain was that even though she was Wu Haoqi's wife, she felt like a spy in a relationship, watching her husband dote on another woman.

This made her clearly feel every time that she was the one who was superfluous.

But now Song Qintang doesn't want to make things difficult for herself anymore.

Perhaps after all these years of hardship, she no longer loves him; she loves the man who gave her stability and married her.

The half of her face that had been slapped numb was burning with pain. The chirping of insects in her ears gradually faded away. Song Qintang took a long breath, tilted her head back, and tucked the messy strands of hair on her face behind her ear with her fingers.

Before she could say much, Wu Haoqi stood up, his eyes red with anger, and said to him, "My mother is talking to you!"

Song Qintang glanced at Wu Haoqi; his eyes were always distant, especially when Long Jianjia was around.

It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could never win his heart.

She scoffed, "Should I agree to die for you?"

Wu Haoqi froze.

Song Qintang's gaze swept past Wu Haoqi and met Ms. Mei's: "That slap could land you in jail!"

After saying that, Song Qintang took out her phone and dialed 110 directly.

"Aren't you embarrassed enough?" Wu Haoqi smashed the phone on the ground.

"I'm a disgrace? A court needs a charge to convict me, and you think you can convict me with just empty words?" Song Qintang walked around to the sofa next to her and sat down. "What charge is it this time? Tell me!"

"You...you..." Ms. Mei was so angry that she trembled, and was helped upstairs by Aunt Zhao.

Long Jianjia walked up to Song Qintang with tears streaming down her face.

The next second, she knelt down with a thud, holding Song Qintang's knees and sobbing, "Sister-in-law, it's all my fault. I saw you weren't home these past few days, so I washed the clothes you took off that day."

"The buttons on your shirt were torn. I was worried that your sister-in-law would be bullied, so I told Brother Qi. We all care about you and are afraid that you might suffer a loss but dare not speak up."

"And your godmother is doing this for your own good. If your sister-in-law gets angry, she can hit me, and I will definitely not fight back."

He knelt before Song Qintang in a pitiful and humble posture.

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, and she was still deeply worried about the Wu family.

Anyone who sees this would feel sorry for her.

Yes, she was kicked out before she even had a chance to wash her clothes.

When I returned, I had already been purged and accused of crimes from the very beginning.

Wu Haoqi, never expecting Long Jianjia to kneel on the ground and apologize, pulled her into his arms and coldly looked at Song Qintang, "Jianjia is frail and still helps you wash clothes, what are you up to?"

"Besides, Mom was just exercising her rights as a senior, and you're going to call the police? How long are you going to make a scene?"

Song Qintang was exhausted. She didn't have to do anything at the Wu family, yet she was still accused of crimes.

Looking at Long Jianjia's eyes again, she was like a frightened fawn, leaning softly against Wu Haoqi's chest. Her aggrieved eyes were filled with smug arrogance, and even the exhilaration of getting revenge.

Song Qintang glared coldly at Wu Haoqi. "Me, making a scene? Did I ask her to do my laundry?"

"Just because someone is an elder doesn't mean they can hit someone without cause. There's no law that says elders can hit people!"

After saying that, Song Qintang looked at Long Jianjia, "If a button is broken, people will bully you. So spreading rumors doesn't cost anything?"

"So, is the next part going to be a scene where I get raped and cuckold your brother Qi?"

"Then you can smoothly rise to the position and start calling him 'husband' instead of 'brother'?"

"If one of you is willing to be blind and the other is willing to be a mistress, don't drag me into it."

Wu Haoqi looked at Song Qintang. The look of annoyance in Song Qintang's eyes and her aggressive tone just now almost made him wonder if he had misheard. He was stunned.

Song Qintang has a gentle personality. Although she has said hurtful things when she was jealous in the past, she always spoke with great tact. But today, she spoke recklessly.

Especially in the past, Song Qintang's eyes would always be bright and full of love when she looked at him, but today they were cold and devoid of any emotion.

Has she really changed?