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

When we arrived at the repair shop, a light drizzle began to fall on South Street.

Li Yongning's repair shop was a bit out of the way; the place where he got out of the car was some distance from the repair shop, and the raindrops silently soaked half of his shoulder.

From afar, one could see Li Yongning casually lying on the rocking chair, fast asleep.

Lin Yongning was born into a well-off family in Suzhou.

Both his parents were university professors, but he was born out of love for caring about literature and car modification.

After graduation, he and Wu Haoqi opened a car modification shop together.

That thing is expensive, and because of Wu Haoqi's betrayal, the modification shop gained an extra repair shop.

When he's not modifying cars, he makes a living by repairing cars for others.

Seeing that the person had fallen asleep, Song Qintang tiptoed over to her Ford.

The front of the car has been restored to its original state; this car used to be our family's nanny van.

It's been over 20 years. All the assets have been seized, and this car is all that's left.

"What's wrong, Miss Song? You look dissatisfied!"

Li Yongning appeared behind her at some point, a slanted, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, exuding a roguish charm.

Song Qintang straightened up. "No, I'm fine."

She was about to ask what was wrong with the brakes when Li Yongning turned and headed towards the cashier.

"Come here, do you want me to invite you?"

Li Yongning's attitude was extremely bad. If Zeng Zhu had come with her today, she would definitely have fought with him because of his arrogant attitude.

Asking about the situation is the priority right now; Song Qintang has no time to argue with him.

He quickly followed.

Without wasting words, Li Yongning took a transparent sealed bag from the drawer, slapped it on the table, and gestured with his chin, "Tsk, you've offended an expert!"

The brake pads on Song Qintang's truck were deliberately worn thin. This technique is usually used on heavy trucks, as heavy trucks with overly sensitive brake pads are prone to tipping over.

Professional mechanics will grind shallow pits on the corresponding four corner areas of the brake pads in order to achieve smooth deceleration.

Song Qintang's side, however, only had two very shallow diagonals. People who weren't familiar with this hidden skill wouldn't know that the two diagonals were designed to gradually cause the brakes to fail and eventually go out of control.

It can then be faked as natural wear and tear.

The person who deliberately sabotages things is too impatient and too rough. Even after the friction fails, you can still see the traces of deliberate sabotage.

Li Yongning was afraid that Song Qintang wouldn't understand, so he showed her the brake pads that had been replaced at the store.

When comparing the two, the difference between natural wear and artificial wear becomes very obvious.

They already had a grudge against each other, and when she came, she wondered if Li Yongning was deliberately saying that to sow discord between them.

But then I thought again, Li Yongning isn't that kind of person.

He was known for his loyalty and had a strong sense of honor. Back then, Wu Haoqi pushed him out to take the blame.

He ended the brotherhood with his fists.

Over the years, both of them have run car repair shops. Wu Haoqi has done a lot of underhanded things behind the scenes, while Li Yongning seems too lazy to lower himself to fight with such a person.

Tampering with the brake pads is no small matter; it means someone wants her dead.

Wu Haoqi, being a professional, was naturally listed as the prime suspect by Song Qintang.

Seeing that the man remained silent, Li Yongning sighed coldly, "You really are Suzhou's number one simp. Even after all this, you're still trying to defend him in your heart!"

Song Qintang understood what he meant, but he really didn't try to clear Wu Haoqi's name.

If he really did it, he wouldn't have let her go to Jielong Jianjia.

Long Jianjia was the apple of his eye.

She thought back carefully and realized that she drove the car every day and had not taken it in for maintenance before the incident.

Wu Haoqi had asked her to pick up Long Jianjia that day.

As for Long Jianjia, she came out of the concert dressed in an elegant gown. When she saw her, she felt nothing but disappointment.

If Long Jianjia had someone do it, she would definitely have made various excuses not to get on the bus that day.

This had happened a few times before, because she was unhappy that she was the one who answered the call, and she just stood there waiting for Wu Haoqi to come in person.

Who is it?

Song Qintang scratched her head in confusion. "Please keep this a secret for me."

"Keep it a secret?" Li Yongning laughed, thinking she wanted to keep the matter quiet.

"Yes, or do you know anyone who can help me ask around and see if we can find any clues?" Right now, apart from a brake pad, there's no way to determine who did it.

She had to hit the target on her first shot.

"Okay." Li Yongning understood what she meant and readily agreed.

Next came the payment. Song Qintang was a little nervous, "How much is the repair fee? I'll pay you!"

When the topic of repair costs came up, Li Yongning seemed to lose interest. He pulled up a chair with one hand and sat down, saying, "I've covered the insurance for you, so you don't need to pay."

Putting aside his relationship with Wu Haoqi, he also felt quite sorry for Song Qintang.

A once-enviable heiress, suddenly fell on hard times and, to make matters worse, blindly entered the wolf's den of the Wu family.

It's so pitiful. I recently heard that her mother is seriously ill again. I helped out if I could.

Li Yongning tossed her the keys, saying, "I'll contact you if I hear anything."

......

On the drive back to the hospital, Song Qintang felt as if a huge boulder was blocking her heart. If she had been rich before, she would have definitely hired the best private investigator to find that person.

But now we can only resort to desperate measures.

However, the car that Li Yongning repaired was indeed much easier to drive than before.

The car used to always lag, make strange noises, and even the windshield wipers would sometimes malfunction. I told Wu Haoqi about it several times, but he always brushed me off by saying that the car was his father and not worth cultivating.

See? Everyone except your husband will treat your problems as problems.

Song Qintang even made a special detour to West Street to buy Zeng Zhu's favorite rice bowl.

During the meal, as they discussed their situation, Zeng Zhu asked her incredulously, "Are you really going to divorce Wu Haoqi?"

Song Qintang lowered her head and answered very seriously, "Zeng Zhu, do you also think I'm joking?"

Zeng Zhu was taken aback, then shook her head, "You've finally figured it out."

Yes, Zeng Zhu understands her.

Her strength is her good temper, but so is her weakness.

I've suffered so much injustice at Wu Haoqi's hands over the years; anyone else would have run away eight hundred times over.

She was the only one who silently held onto this relationship.

When she filed for divorce, Zeng Zhu was the first to stand up and vote in her favor.

Life is short, why waste it on a scumbag?

Zeng Zhu picked up the bowl of scallion soup beside her and said, "Sister, if you can't find a good man, find lots of men."

"Cheers! Let's have a big one!"

Zeng Zhu, the cheerful one, can always easily defuse a dull atmosphere.

The two chatted and laughed, and Song Qintang's brow relaxed, as the heavy weight in her heart eased considerably.

Zeng Zhu picked up a large chili pepper from her bowl and put it into Song Qintang's bowl. "Sister, eat these bird's eye chilies, and you'll stand up straight and kill them with spiciness!"

Song Qintang paused, looking down at the chili peppers in her bowl. She used to love spicy food, but because Long Jianjia didn't eat spicy food, chili peppers had never been seen on the Wu family's dinner table. She smiled and said, "Yes, I'll be a spicy girl like you."

Just as I was laughing, a sudden, urgent doorbell rang...