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

Long Jianjia trembled with grievance, sobbing uncontrollably in Wu Haoqi's arms.

Song Qintang's seemingly indifferent gaze might fool Wu Haoqi, but it wouldn't work on her.

She raised her tear-streaked face and shook her head desperately, "Sister-in-law, you've wronged me."

"Now that I have no family left, I can only rely on Brother Haoqi. It's not what you think, sister-in-law. Why do you question Brother Qi?"

After she finished speaking, she looked even more pitiful at Wu Haoqi, "I didn't bring my sister-in-law back that night, and she caught a cold. I meant well, but it only upset her."

As she spoke, Long Jianjia's legs went weak, as if she were about to kneel down again, but Wu Haoqi held her even tighter. "Sister-in-law, I will definitely clear your name."

Their eyes met, and it seemed the moment would only grow darker.

Such scenes have played out before.

Once, she worked a night shift with a male colleague in her department. Due to a data delay, the two of them stayed in the lab all night.

Then came the ambiguous relationship she had with a male colleague.

Wu Haoqi beat up his male colleague as soon as he left the house, and he spent three months in the orthopedics ward.

No matter how she explained, Wu Haoqi didn't believe her, and from then on, no male colleague in the department went on the night shift with her.

She earned a reputation for being promiscuous in Wu Haoqi's mind.

The same old routine, with just a few words, and a woman is ruined.

She was truly disgusted.

But Long Jianjia looked at Song Qintang with an expression of determination to get her way, "Sister-in-law, don't you want to clear your name?"

"I was also worried about my sister-in-law. As a woman, it's the hardest thing to talk about when you encounter such humiliation."

Wu Haoqi glared at Song Qintang, "It's only because Jianjia is kind-hearted and treats you like family that she worries about you. When will you learn from Jianjia's kindness?"

As a husband, upon hearing that his wife was being falsely accused, he not only failed to stand up for her but also wanted to learn from the rumor-mongers.

What kind of brain circuit is this?

Song Qintang raised her eyes and looked at Wu Haoqi with indifferent eyes. Her voice was as cold and indifferent as the rain outside, "You're concluding that I'm cheating on you based on one night shift and one button? Is this the attitude you should have as a husband?"

Wu Haoqi was stunned.

Ignoring Wu Haoqi's expression, Song Qintang stood up, walked past them, and whispered to Long Jianjia, "Using fabricated rumors to slander a woman, you are truly despicable."

"But you also make me feel sorry for you, so sorry that you're like a rat in a gutter, only able to resort to these despicable tricks behind people's backs."

Long Jianjia's face turned pale, then paler still.

But she quickly put on her signature innocent expression again, snuggled into Wu Haoqi's arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Why does my sister-in-law always use prejudice to question my sincerity? I'm just being kind and it doesn't get me any credit. I'll never dare to care about you again."

Seeing the wronged look on the person in his arms, Wu Haoqi grabbed Song Qintang, who was about to leave, and said sternly, "Song Qintang, how can you not distinguish right from wrong? Apologize to Jianjia."

Song Qintang glanced at Wu Haoqi, said nothing, pushed his hand away, and left.

To those who are blind to both sight and mind, saying another word is a waste of time.

She didn't want to be a tool for Wu Haoqi to curry favor with Long Jianjia.

He didn't care about innocence or the truth; he only believed Long Jianjia's answer.

Wu Haoqi was stunned when he saw Song Qintang leave with her back straight.

He had never seen Song Qintang so fearless before. In the past, he would make her admit her mistakes and he would ignore her whenever he wanted.

She didn't dare utter a single complaint.

Even when he knew it wasn't Song Qintang's fault, as the only man in the Wu family, he had to stand by his family and protect them, and she had to deal with it all on her own.

But now, she no longer tries to please or obey him.

Wu Haoqi hadn't looked away until Song Qintang's figure disappeared at the end of the servants' quarters.

Long Jianjia, with tears still in her eyes, gently patted his chest. "Sister-in-law is angry. Brother Qi, why don't you go and comfort her first? It's nothing for me to suffer a little."

As she spoke, she sobbed as she got out of Wu Haoqi's arms, "I shouldn't have helped my sister-in-law with the laundry. She has secrets she doesn't want anyone to know, and I made her angry."

Wu Haoqi then came to his senses, looked at Long Jianjia whose eyes were filled with tears, reached out and wiped away the tears on her delicate face, feeling somewhat at a loss, "She will apologize on her own when she calms down."

"Um... don't go into her room or touch her things anymore. She is, after all, your sister-in-law and my wife. She might be upset that I left her sick in the hospital these past few days. Don't blame her."

Long Jianjia's eyes widened in surprise.

In the past, Brother Qi never cared about Song Qintang's feelings. Whenever she raised a question, Wu Haoqi would unconditionally stand by her side.

Every time Song Qintang was bullied to the point of crying, Wu Haoqi never softened his heart.

This time, Song Qintang not only talked back but also stormed off. Faced with this huge problem, Wu Haoqi actually spoke up for her.

Did Song Qintang pass the test so easily?

Just as she was about to offer some encouragement, Wu Haoqi pushed her forward, saying, "Let's go upstairs and rest first."

The villa, which had been bustling just moments before, fell silent in an instant.

Song Qintang was not affected; after washing up, she went to bed.

Miaomiao sent a thumbs-up emoji on WeChat: [Standing up now?]

Song Qintang: [I can't take it anymore.]

She just got married; there's no need for her to experience all the hardships of life.

She used to think that as long as she could live a peaceful life, she would be able to endure everything, make concessions at every step, and do her best to maintain their marital relationship, for fear that Wu Haoqi would get tired of her.

But now it seems that forbearance and compromise are not a guarantee for marriage.

Song Qintang moved down from the master bedroom, but Wu Haoqi never came down even once.

Even though she had specially saved a pillow for him.

At first, she always suffered from insomnia, especially when she heard the footsteps of two people in the master bedroom on the second floor; her heart felt like it was being fried in oil.

Even if there were no footsteps from Wu Haoqi, there would still be the deliberate stomping sounds of Long Jianjia's high heels.

In short, it prevented her from sleeping.

Back then, she was always internally conflicted, even feeling that she wasn't good enough, which was why Wu Haoqi was disappointed. She was determined to work hard until Wu Haoqi could see her again.

But now that I think about it, it's ridiculous. If Wu Haoqi really cared about her, why would he step into his god-sister's room in the middle of the night?

Even though she knew the master bedroom was right above hers, and given the special materials used in the decor, the servants downstairs could hear everything the mistress was doing upstairs, so they could adjust her diet according to her sleep and mood.

He still stayed with her until late at night time and time again.

After chatting with Miaomiao for a few minutes and putting down my phone, I heard Long Jianjia making noise upstairs.

It's certain that only her footsteps were heard tonight; it's quite surprising that Wu Haoqi wasn't there.

Whether she goes or not is none of her business, and she doesn't want to think about it anymore.

I slept soundly with earplugs in.

The next day, she got up very early and made an appointment with Zeng Zhu to have breakfast together on Qixi Street.

Upon opening the door, she saw Wu Haoqi sitting alone on the sofa, his face cold and stern, as if he were waiting for her.