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

Hearing Wu Haoqi's reassurance, Wu Lihu said to him, "You must remember, no matter what means she uses to beg you, you can't be soft-hearted."

"It's not that I'm asking you to stand by and watch someone die, but the Song family has already gone bankrupt. Lu Pingping's annual medical expenses are not a small amount. If you soften your heart this once, Lu Pingping will become a burden on you from now on, and you won't be able to get rid of her."

"I asked the doctors at the hospital, and they said that Lu Pingping's illness is incurable. It's just a matter of spending money to prolong her life. Whether she lives or dies is none of our business."

"Moreover, since Song Qintang has married into the Wu family, she can't just think about her own family and not put any thought into you or the Wu family."

"I've caused you so much trouble."

Wu Haoqi frowned, a nameless anger rising within her, recalling the day Song Qintang cried as she explained the photos to her.

He checked the surveillance footage overnight, and the two of them indeed had nothing going on.

Song Qintang was wronged that day.

Even without checking the surveillance footage, I still trust her.

He was just confused because he was worried; should we ask him to apologize?

They are husband and wife, and she is also the daughter-in-law of the Wu family. As the sister-in-law, today is Jianjia's recovery banquet, but she is putting on airs and not coming, insisting that she go and invite her.

In recent years, Song Qintang's spoiled princess temper has been suppressed a lot by him. Even if he scolds her, she only dares to argue a few words, and the next day she will greet him with a smile and try to please him.

In these three years, I have never dared to disobey him, let alone cause such a scene.

Suddenly, the look in Song Qintang's eyes when she told him she wanted a divorce came back to mind. There was a rare determination in her eyes, not like she was just being stubborn.

In the three years since she married him, he had never visited her mother. Now, he felt a little guilty. Since Song Qintang cared so much about her mother, perhaps if she let her mother stay in V3, she wouldn't throw a tantrum at her anymore.

The hundreds of thousands of yuan in medical expenses a year are nothing to him, but he has to be willing to pay for it.

When you ask someone for a favor, you should have the right attitude. It's not that he can't agree.

After Wu Lihu finished speaking, Wu Haoqi remained silent. She couldn't help but ask again, "She hasn't come back yet. Does she no longer listen to you?"

"Heh..." Wu Lihu snorted coldly, "You don't know, the day I went to the hospital, she dared to avoid me. She completely disregards us. The Song family really has good upbringing. Don't be soft-hearted."

"Song Qintang is a penniless and powerless orphan. Let her make a scene if she wants. She can't possibly cause a huge uproar."

Ms. Mei, who had just come out of the room, also spoke up: "Your aunt is wrong about this. Let her make a fuss. Getting rid of the Song family, this bottomless pit, will make things easier for you in the future."

Long Jianjia immediately got up to help Ms. Mei, and then, with a worried expression, asked, "But what if we don't help your sister-in-law's family? What if she gets angry with Brother Qi? She'll give us attitude too. My godmother has been sick for the past few days, and she hasn't come back to see her once. She only cares about her own mother."

Ms. Mei's face darkened upon hearing this: "You traitor! Married for three years, you disrespect your mother-in-law, do not care for your younger sister, and can't even win over your own husband. You can't even have a child. All you do is stay in the hospital with that useless person. What family would want a daughter-in-law like this?"

At this moment, Aunt Zhao from the first floor came up to report that Song Qintang had returned.

Ms. Mei looked at Wu Haoqi with a cold face and said, "I think she's really taking advantage of me now, and she doesn't take the Wu family seriously at all."

"She didn't come to see me when I was sick. She drove Jianjia to suicide. She lived right next to her, and she never even visited her once. Haoqi, you should really take better care of her."

Long Jianjia listened with great interest, still harboring resentment over what Song Qintang had said to her last time.

What does Song Qintang have to be proud of? She's the one who's most pitiful.

Although she is Mrs. Wu in name only, who in this family likes her?

Even the nanny can boss her around. I don't know how she can be so shameless and not resign voluntarily.

Wu Haoqi suddenly spoke up, interrupting Ms. Mei before she could say anything more, and said with a stern face, "I'll go down and take a look later."

When Wu Lihu saw that Wu Haoqi said he was going downstairs after hearing that Song Qintang had returned, she instructed him again: "Go down and give her a good talking-to, make her give up on this idea."

Wu Haoqi pursed his lips and remained silent, feeling unusually troubled by Song Qintang's situation.

The recovery banquet was scheduled for the afternoon, but the guests had not yet arrived. Only the caregivers were preparing for the afternoon banquet on the first floor.

It had been raining in Suzhou for half a month. Through the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, Wu Haoqi saw Song Qintang at the end of the garden, her clothes mostly soaked. Wu Haoqi couldn't help but think of Song Qintang being trapped in the rainstorm that night.

Actually, Song Qintang didn't want to pick up Long Jianjia that day.

He forced her to go.

It seems that her changes all started after the day she came back.

Wu Haoqi sighed. He hadn't expected Song Qintang to be humiliated by Li Yongning. Afterwards, Wu Lihu even used the photos to make a fuss, which made him furious and lead him to say hurtful things.

If Song Qintang really blames him for this, then he will do her a favor and let Lu Pingping stay for another six months, as a way of repaying his debt to her.

Zhao Ma took her bodyguards to the hospital to call Song Qintang back. She was reluctant, but they weren't divorced yet, and she and Wu Haoqi were still husband and wife in name only. Besides, it was better to talk things out face to face.

Song Qintang walked through the garden, with her nanny following beside her. She told her to go back to her room first, as Ms. Mei, Miss Wu, and Young Master Wu were all on the second floor, and she shouldn't wander around.

Even if she hadn't said anything, Song Qintang had no intention of approaching her.

In the past, every time Wu Lihu came, she would scold her for a long time. Even if the words were harsh, she, as the junior, would listen obediently to her venting and dare not show the slightest displeasure.

Wu Lihu didn't see her when she went to the hospital last time, so of course she wouldn't let her off easily this time.

Fortunately, Miaomiao had already resigned from the Wu family, otherwise she would have been scolded along with her.

As Song Qintang changed her shoes and entered the corridor, the discussions on the second floor were incessant.

It was nothing more than talking about her mother's hospital bills. The Wu family never invited her to discuss important matters. For three years, she didn't even know the house password. They had to knock on the door every time she came back. They had gone to great lengths to keep an eye on her.

She hated this feeling; here, she was always an outsider, excluded from the conversation.

Even the life and death of their own mother depended on their opinions.

Song Qintang quickened her pace, not wanting to hear those disheartening words. As she approached the door, she said to the nanny behind her, "I have something to say to Mr. Wu. Please pass on the message to him when he comes down."

The nanny pouted reluctantly and said, "It depends on whether Mr. Wu wants to see you!"

After saying that, he rolled his eyes at Song Qintang and turned to leave.

She had gotten used to the servants' disdainful looks; she used to think it didn't matter, but now it made her uncomfortable.

However, she couldn't hold back for long, Song Qintang comforted herself in her heart.