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

In the dead of night, amidst thunder and lightning, heavy rain lashed against the car windows, accompanied by the whirring of mechanical wipers.

The water from Song Qintang's hair soaked her white shirt, her slender shoulders trembled slightly, and her gaze was fixed on the hazy distance washed by the heavy rain.

A beam of motorcycle headlights pierced through the rain.

A sweet, delighted voice came from behind, "Sister-in-law, it's Brother Qi's motorcycle!"

Song Qintang relaxed her back, closed her eyes, leaned against the driver's seat, and wearily hummed in agreement.

Motorcycle noise is nothing compared to footsteps, door openings, sneezes...

Long Jianjia knew more about Wu Haoqi than her wife of three years.

She wasn't originally scheduled to perform at the concert, but he said, "Jianjia's hands are for playing the piano, she can't drive. I have something to do at the factory, I'll leave first. Come pick her up now."

As always, he commanded, arranging everything for his "adopted sister".

Unfortunately, on the way back, we were caught in a downpour. The roads were slippery due to the rain, and we were involved in a multi-vehicle collision.

She made five or six calls, but Wu Haoqi hung up on her each time. Long Jianjia sent a voice message, and he answered immediately.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming right away."

The urgent roar of the motorcycle completely pierced the rainy night, and after a screeching sound of brakes, the rear door was opened.

"Jianjia, are you alright?"

That voice was one of heartache she had never heard before.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of zipper sounds, and a waterproof suit was passed in from the back row.

Song Qintang saw Long Jianjia under the clothes in the rearview mirror, bit her lip, and snuggled into Wu Haoqi's arms.

"Brother Qi, you're finally here! I was so scared..."

Beneath the soft, weak sobs was patient reassurance: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Song Qintang looked away from the tender embrace and down at her soaked shirt.

The rain and wind blowing in from the back row made her shiver.

Long Jianjia sobbed in his arms for a long time before calming down with Wu Haoqi's comforting words. Then Wu Haoqi carried her out of the car.

The car door closed, and Song Qintang listened to the loving relationship between the brother and sister outside the window.

"Brother Qi, here's your coat back, I'm not cold."

"Don't move, you're delicate."

The two were engrossed in caring for each other outside the window, but they couldn't see her.

Song Qintang rubbed her arms. Three years was enough for her to get used to.

"Knock knock..."

There was a knock on the car window, and that cold face appeared. His first words to her were filled with extreme annoyance: "You're good for nothing! You scared Jianjia, I won't let you get away with that!"

If Long Jianjia hadn't been trembling on the motorcycle, Wu Haoqi probably would have yelled at her for half an hour.

"Jianjia is weak and has been frightened, so I'll take her back first."

"Wait a moment, I'll go back and arrange for rescue."

Song Qintang nodded without thinking.

"it is good."

The words "good" were drowned out by the sound of his motorcycle starting up.

Whether he answers or not is perhaps not important to him.

The woman's slender body pressed tightly against the man's back, her piano-playing hands encircling his waist.

From any perspective, he's closer to her than she is.

Song Qintang had witnessed this scene countless times since she married him, as if marrying him meant loving this "younger sister" just like he did.

Countless arguments and questioning led her to understand a principle.

To gain a foothold in the Wu family, having children is not the most important thing; protecting Long Jianjia is.

Long Jianjia, the adopted daughter, is the real little princess of the Wu family.

Once the dragon reeds are touched,

Not only Wu Haoqi, but even her mother-in-law, Ms. Mei, would switch into protective mode.

Song Qintang investigated and found that the information was consistent with what was being released to the public.

Long Jianjia's biological mother was a close friend of Ms. Mei in the symphony orchestra.

The two even had their child on the same day.

After Ms. Long passed away, Ms. Mei took Long Jianjia to live with the Wu family and raised her even more than her own son.

......

The motorcycle's taillights had disappeared from sight, but the roaring sound could still be heard, undoubtedly showing the owner's extreme anxiety.

The voice of her best friend, Zeng Zhu, came through the phone: "That bastard Wu Haoqi, he didn't take you with him?"

Song Qintang took her bag from the passenger seat, popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth—her first meal after leaving the hospital today. "Normal!"

She answered calmly, but Zeng Zhu in the video cursed relentlessly.

Exhausted and sleepy, she fell asleep at some point.

In her dream, she returned to three years ago.

That was the most despicable day of her life.

She personally shattered the oath she took before the oath monument, which read "Heal the wounded and rescue the dying, and uphold medical ethics."

Wu Haoqi, who had been drugged by her, had his shirt torn, and she was trembling with fear at the time.

At that time, her father had already committed suicide, and the once-dominant "Song's" business had been reduced to an abandoned factory with no one left.

The house was emptied of its belongings, leaving the family without any source of income, and they were unable to afford their mother's medical expenses.

Her engagement to Wu Haoqi was arranged long ago.

After the Song family went bankrupt, Ms. Mei insisted on annulling the engagement.

For her mother's high medical expenses, and for her own sake, she had to take the initiative to fight for it.

Wu Haoqi was indeed her best choice at the time.

She still can't forget the scene the next day when Wu Haoqi used up three bottles of shower gel in the bathroom and scrubbed his skin raw.

"Now that things have come to this, I will take responsibility for you."

Although her pride was shattered at that time, Song Qintang got what she wanted.

Even if Wu Haoqi takes no responsibility, no one will judge him.

Song Qintang had already prepared for the worst; even if they didn't get married, she would be happy to receive some money.

But Wu Haoqi gave her a grand wedding and even brought her mother into the best VIP ward.

She has never been mistreated materially.

I thought she had found someone to rely on for life.

Until the night Long Jianjia returned from studying abroad.

He looked completely dejected after returning from the welcome banquet.

He wouldn't answer any questions.

He drank for a whole month, and from then on, he became the person who loved Long Jianjia the most.

The two had only been nodding acquaintances before, due to their mothers' influence.

People often say that love is ever-changing, and she believes and accepts that.

Wu Haoqi helped Song Qintang when she was at her lowest point, so it's not so easy to sever ties with her now.

The scene shifts, and she is once again standing on the rooftop that keeps her on edge.

That night, on his birthday, Dad dressed up for the occasion, and the company rooftop was filled with red velvet roses, arranged in the old, cheesy style of "Dad will always love you."

He said, "Tangtang, close your eyes, Daddy has a gift for you."

"So mysterious." Although Song Qintang teased her, she still obediently turned around.

On the rooftop of the 33rd floor, when she opened her eyes, her father had already disappeared.

"You old geezer, playing hide-and-seek with me. Wait till I find you, I'll pull your beard."

......

If she had known it would be the last time she saw it, she would never have closed her eyes.

I never want the gift that my father risked his life for.

The memories are too painful.

When Song Qintang woke up from her dream, she couldn't tell whether the sweat or tears were on her cheeks.

She was like a dying fish on land.

My whole body felt so cold, as if I were in an ice cave, and I kept shivering.

She has a fever.

And the temperature was quite high.

At this rate, she definitely won't make it to dawn.

A woman was heartlessly abandoned by her husband on a stormy night. Who can save her?