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

"I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today. Since you gave the ward to Jianjia, I won't hold this against you this time. But if there's a next time, I won't be so lenient."

After Wu Haoqi finished speaking, he gave Song Qintang a meaningful look and quickly entered the elevator.

The upward arrow on the elevator display screen climbed higher, but Song Qintang remained standing motionless in the elevator lobby.

The electronic version was never formal enough; she would talk to him in detail once her mother's condition stabilized.

Her colleagues in the department all knew what was going on, so when she asked to take a day off, the supervisor, who didn't have a card, readily approved her leave.

When she returned to the ward with her change of clothes, Zeng Zhu was sitting in the living room eating.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a well-known private restaurant in Suzhou, where every dish is quite expensive.

Although Zeng Zhu is a foodie, she prefers to cook for herself rather than order takeout.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Seeing her enter, Zeng Zhu waved for her to sit down, her mouth full of food and her words muffled, "Sit down and eat!"

"Did you strike it rich?" It's impossible that they get paid on the 15th; their hospital only pays out on the 15th. Song Qintang examined the plentiful takeout box on the table. It contained not only five dishes and a soup, but also dessert and a refreshing drink after the meal. It was quite thoughtful.

"Screw!" Zeng Zhu opened her chopsticks and then opened the other unopened food boxes. "Bullshit, Wu Haoqi brought these to you. It's rare for a weasel to pay New Year's respects to a chicken, so why not eat them?"

The appetite that had been aroused instantly wilted upon hearing the name Wu Haoqi.

"A man who is overly solicitous is either up to no good or is trying to curry favor." Zeng Zhu said, stuffing something into her mouth, while still analyzing the situation logically. "You've been married to him for so many years, and this is the first time he's given you anything. He probably just handed it to me without even knowing which ward you were in."

"There's something fishy going on."

Song Qintang: "......."

There's nothing fishy going on here; it's just that the baby's milk has dried up.

Ironically, he could remember all of Long Jianjia's preferences, and even running errands to bring her things was a common occurrence for him. But for his wife, delivering a meal was an unprecedented event.

Song Qintang didn't start eating. She took a bottle of water, opened it, and said, "I'm not hungry. You can eat mine too."

Zeng Zhu paused, puzzled, and asked, "Are you really willing to let him get away with this without taking advantage of him?"

Song Qintang rested her chin on her hand and watched her eat, saying, "I'm afraid I'll get indigestion from eating his food."

Zeng Zhu didn't go home that night; the two of them slept together on the sofa in the living room.

The next day, Song Qintang was woken up by a phone call.

It's Li Yongning.

His tone remained unfriendly: "Do you still want your car?"

These past few days have been filled with one thing after another. If he hadn't called, Song Qintang would have forgotten that her "old guy" was still at the repair shop.

"Yes, I'll transfer the money to you." She paused, looked through the glass at her mother lying in the inner room, and said, "Could you also please find a deliveryman to bring it to me? I'll send you the location later."

Firstly, her mother needs constant care, and more importantly, Wu Haoqi and Li Yongning are at odds and are currently in a critical period of divorce; she doesn't want to give Long Jianjia any more leverage.

The person on the other end of the phone scoffed, "Small temple, we don't offer that service."

Li Yongning's impulsiveness is well-known. If his subordinates hadn't said that the car had been parked for a long time without anyone coming to claim it, he wouldn't have bothered making that call.

"Okay," Song Qintang said, getting up and heading to the bathroom so as not to wake Zeng Zhu. "I'll have someone come and get it later."

So, in the end, she just didn't want to meet him.

He was a bit fierce that day, but he didn't do anything to her in the end. Why should she be so afraid of him?

He said, "I advise you to do it yourself; someone has tampered with your brakes."

Li Yongning was a cold and taciturn man. Just as Song Qintang was about to ask him more questions, he hung up the phone.

Was the brake tampered with? No wonder the brakes seemed unreliable that day; she initially thought it was because the road was slippery from the rain.

Some things, in the end, you have to find out the truth for yourself.

After a quick wash, she put on a beige trench coat. Although it was already spring, she often felt chilly.

Every piece is in a plain white style, yet when she wears them, they possess a pure and exquisite beauty.

It must be said that Song Qintang's beauty doesn't need external embellishment; she is an unblemished landscape simply by standing there.

Zeng Zhu was already up when they came out.

Seeing that Song Qintang was already dressed, Zeng Zhu rubbed her eyes and asked, "Where are you going so early?"

"Go to the repair shop to pick up the car." She didn't say much more, afraid that Zeng Zhu would worry.

"Okay, go ahead, but bring me breakfast when you get back. I'll stay with Auntie."

Zeng Zhu is not from Suzhou. She usually rests in her rented room. These past few days, since Song Qintang has been there, she hasn't gone back and has been sharing a hospital room with her.

Unexpectedly, just as she stepped out of the ward, she bumped into Wu Haoqi, who was dressed in a suit and tie, coming out of ward V3.

He was still wearing the same clothes he saw in the elevator last night, so it seems he stayed by Long Jianjia's side in the hospital room all night.

In the past, she would have felt conflicted and anxious, but she dared not show her emotions, for fear that Wu Haoqi would say she was petty. Now, she doesn't feel anything at all.

But as she lowered her eyes and walked forward, her hand was taken by someone.

That hand was gentle and large, tightly enveloping her fingers, and Song Qintang subconsciously wanted to pull away.

In the past, if he had held her hand, she would have secretly laughed out loud.

But now all my nerves are rejecting it.

Although the two had consummated their marriage, it was only a handful of times. After Long Jianjia arrived, they never even held hands, though those hands had held Long Jianjia's countless times.

In the past, she could endure any grievance in order to hold onto Wu Haoqi. Even so, she still left him a pillow. He once praised her champagne-colored pajamas, and all her pajamas became champagne-colored.

Those days of feeling utterly humiliated seem laughable now.

The warmth in her palm tightened little by little, and Wu Haoqi's gentle voice came, "Qintang, did you like the food last night? I was too busy and neglected you before, but we shouldn't have come to the point of divorce."

"Everyone makes mistakes. In these three years, you've made a mess of the Wu family and haven't given me a child, but I've never blamed you."

"You will always be my wife. If my wife makes a mistake, I will help her correct it."

"Stop being so willful. I'll spend some quality time with you when I'm less busy."

"And most importantly, the Suzhou auto repair industry is now spreading rumors that I abandoned my wife on a rainy night. If you want a divorce now, it will confirm this rumor, and I will never be able to hold my head up in the auto repair industry again."

After saying that, Wu Haoqi withdrew his hand, put his arm around her shoulder, and comforted her as if to tell her to obey.

In fact, Wu Haoqi spent the whole night in the hospital room thinking about it. Every time he thought of Song Qin's resolute eyes as she divorced him, even though he knew it was her acting, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He couldn't understand why, after three years of marriage, Song Qintang was going to divorce over such a trivial matter, and why she couldn't just endure it any longer.

When will she come to her senses? With her family background, what's wrong with suffering a little?