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

In the past, whenever Song Qintang saw that he was in a bad mood, she would always try her best to please him.

He was his emotional dumping ground.

But today, Song Qintang completely ignored him and went straight to the door to change her shoes.

Just as the person was changing their shoes and about to leave, Wu Haoqi, who was always aloof, coughed.

To everyone's surprise, the person bending down to change her shoes at the door didn't even look up. Today, she was wearing a very simple white long knit dress.

The pure white, soft knitwear accentuated her slender and shapely figure.

The warm light shone on the back of her delicate white neck, reflecting a soft, shimmering glow.

Like a pure pearl untouched by the mortal world.

Her beauty is like a clear mountain spring, pure and natural. Her eyebrows and eyes are like dark ink, and she exudes a captivating charm without vying for attention.

It's similar to her humble and gentle nature.

After making a commotion, Wu Haoqi continued to sit upright, but kept his eyes on the scene out of the corner of his eye.

He knew Song Qintang's gentle nature; he only needed to make a slight sound, and she wouldn't dare not come.

"Feeding...okay...just a moment..."

Seeing Song Qintang turn back, Wu Haoqi sat up straight and turned his attention back to the tablet.

In the past, whenever Song Qintang saw him, she would come to greet him immediately.

Can....

The sound faded into the distance, eventually emanating from the servants' quarters at the end of the corridor.

The person making the call didn't seem to care about him at all.

Wu Haoqi was starting to lose his composure. How could a god, so high and mighty, easily lower himself?

But seeing Song Qintang come and go without ever glancing at him, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't had a proper conversation with her alone in a long time, not even on the phone.

Actually, seeing Song Qintang's indifferent expression last night made him feel bad. In the past few years, he really hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband.

When this thought popped into his head, he was startled. The person who had been causing him trouble, bullying Long Jianjia, and making a mess of things at home all along was Song Qintang. The reason he had been cold to her these past few years was simply to give her a chance to admit her mistakes and correct them.

His friends were laughing at him, saying that he had been in a car accident, but as a husband, he didn't take his wife with him; instead, he took a sister who was unrelated to him.

Afterwards, it was his arch-rival Li Yongning who picked up Song Qintang.

It made him feel ashamed, how could he not be angry?

Later, he found out that the emergency call Song Qintang made was randomly assigned, and it wasn't that she was deliberately causing trouble for herself.

But what man wouldn't be angry to hear that his woman has been violated by someone else? He was a bit short-tempered last night, but as long as she admits her mistake, that's enough.

Moreover, Long Jianjia meant well. She was already in poor health, yet she still personally washed Song Qintang's clothes. Regardless of what Long Jianjia said, Song Qintang should be grateful.

Besides, Long Jianjia is no ordinary younger sister.

She is his wife, and she will never run away, but his sister is different.

He was kind to Long Jianjia for their future, and besides, he only saw her as a younger sister.

Finally, the sound of the phone being hung up came from the bedroom. He remained in his position, waiting for Song Qintang to speak to him first.

The footsteps faded into the distance until the door closed, and Song Qintang's voice disappeared into the entryway.

Feeling neglected, Wu Haoqi was very dissatisfied and threw the tablet in his hand onto the sofa.

She has absolutely no sense of womanly virtue.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he got up and chased after him.

"Why are you getting more and more rude? You don't even greet people anymore!"

When Wu Haoqi stormed out, Song Qintang was hailing a taxi at the door.

Hearing him speak, she simply raised her head coldly and asked, "Mr. Wu, is there something you need?"

When Wu Haoqi heard this address, his brows furrowed in confusion.

She had never called him that before, nor had she ever given him that cold look.

Now, a simple form of address can create distance between the two.

Is she deliberately trying to get his attention?

Wu Haoqi paused on the bluestone path in front of the door. Song Qintang, who did not flatter him, did indeed catch his eye.

After she finished speaking, her gaze returned to her phone. After looking at something, the corners of her lips curled up playfully, and the corners of her eyes curved into a thin hook, making people's expressions float.

He hadn't seen such a natural and joyful laugh in a long time.

Although she was more beautiful than Long Jianjia, she was treacherous and jealous, and always bullied Long Jianjia.

It's been three years, and he's tried to train her, but old habits die hard. Now she's trying to play hard to get again, which makes him despise her even more.

Just as he was about to reprimand her, Song Qintang spoke up without hesitation, saying, "President Wu, are you free at noon? I'd like to meet you at Minxi Coffee to discuss some business!"

"It won't take long, just half an hour."

See? She's so cunning. She held out for a while, then took the initiative to ask him out for coffee alone.

He didn't need to chase after them.

Wu Haoqi scoffed coldly, putting on airs, "We'll see!"

Watching Wu Haoqi's departing figure, Song Qintang sighed. Wu Haoqi never kept her appointments.

If he doesn't come, then giving the divorce papers directly to his assistant isn't a bad idea.

However, after three years of marriage, she still wanted to give this marriage a proper ending.

She could imagine how happy Wu Haoqi would be to receive the divorce papers.

When Song Qintang arrived at West Street by taxi, it was still early, and the bustling crowds on the street were all busy making a living.

She ordered Zeng Zhu's favorite chicken porridge and sesame oil rolls in advance.

It was already seven o'clock, but Zeng Zhu, who was never late, still hadn't arrived. She called, but the call went unanswered.

Just as I was about to ask the boss to pack it up and take it away, a call came in from an unknown number.

"Hello, Dr. Song, this is Xiao Duan, a neurosurgery nurse. Dr. Zeng asked me to call you. Your mother's condition has worsened and she's being resuscitated. Please come quickly."

boom!

Song Qintang instantly changed her expression, got up and pretended to be the waiter serving the porridge.

The steaming hot millet porridge spilled all over her arm.

"Miss, are you burned? I...I'll take you to the hospital."

The waiter, somewhat at a loss, wiped the steaming porridge off Song Qintang's arm.

"I'm fine, I bumped into you by accident," Song Qintang said as she headed to the cashier to pay.

Old Zhou, who runs a breakfast stall on West Street, has been here for 10 years. Most of the people who eat breakfast here are medical staff. Thinking that there was some kind of emergency, he waved his hand and said, "Go on, you can pay next time."

As soon as Song Qintang stepped out of the breakfast stall, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Lu Pingping has been hospitalized in the neurosurgery department for the past four years while in a coma. Although her condition has not improved, it has remained stable.

Last night, Zeng Zhu, the attending physician, told her about Lu Pingping's condition during rounds.

Although she knew it was inevitable, she found it hard to accept when the day actually came.

When they arrived at the hospital, Zeng Zhu hurriedly came out of the emergency room.

Although Zeng Zhu had witnessed countless life-and-death situations in the hospital, she knew that Aunt Lu was Song Qintang's only source of emotional support.

All these years, Song Qintang has endured humiliation for the sake of her aunt.

But reality was staring her in the face; the critical illness notices in her hands felt incredibly heavy.

Acute renal failure, respiratory failure...

Zeng Zhu took off her mask, her heartache outweighing her exhaustion. "Tangtang, Auntie's condition is not optimistic. She needs your signature for emergency treatment."