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

Her number was ultimately not answered by Wu Haoqi.

Although it's become a habit, a sense of loss is still inevitable.

When she returned to No. 3 Jinxiuyuan, her legs were so weak that they could barely move.

Although Li Yongning ultimately did nothing to her, her experience tonight still left her physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as I entered, I ran into the florist, Miaomiao, who was five years younger than me.

His family was poor, so he entered into the Wu family at a young age.

She was also the only person in the family who was kind to her.

"Miss Song, I've prepared some hot milk for you in your room," Miaomiao whispered in her ear, her voice timid.

Speaking of this kindness, when Song Qintang first came to the Wu family, she accidentally saw Miaomiao squatting on the ground crying, and a peony bonsai plant that had been knocked to pieces.

It was Song Qintang who took the blame for her, which saved Miaomiao's job.

"Thanks....."

Before Song Qintang could finish speaking, Miaomiao, who was beside her, jumped away as if she had seen a demon, putting distance between them.

It was Zhao Ma, who raised Wu Haoqi from a young age.

Song Qintang nodded slightly to Zhao Ma, who was standing at the entrance to the living room.

The first step I took was blocked.

It's more accurate to say it was pushed than blocked.

"Tsk tsk... Xiao Song, you've stained the carpet." Aunt Zhao tossed a pair of disposable slippers outside the door with annoyance. "Go wash up in the garden before you come in!"

She has been married into the Wu family for three years. Outside, she is Mrs. Wu, but at home, even the nanny calls her "Little Song." Disrespect is her daily routine.

Song Qintang huddled up, her heavy head pressing down on her slender neck. She had barely felt anything after being splashed by the cold water in the garden.

She placed the cleaned shoes on the edge of the flower bed.

Having just passed Zhao Ma's eye check and entered the living room, the crisp sound of high heels echoed down the stairs.

Here, everyone in the house except her doesn't need to change their shoes.

Long Jianjia said with an elegant demeanor, "Sister-in-law is back. I came down to see you on behalf of Brother Qi. He was too tired and fell asleep."

As she spoke, she took Song Qintang's hand, her eyes showing considerable concern. "It's so cold. Next time, I'll ask Brother Qi to take you to a hot spring to warm you up."

As she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and covered her mouth in surprise, "After Brother Qi brought me back, I originally wanted to ask him to call for help for you right away, but he was too worried about my health and insisted on taking me to a hot spring resort to warm up. Sister-in-law, you won't blame me, will you?"

"My sister-in-law is so strong, she could come back on her own, but I couldn't..."

Long Jianjia is indeed no good. She's no good in front of men; she's always so weak and frail, and even her lipstick is a pale nude pink.

She was as delicate and frail as Daiyu.

Looking at myself, I wore a shirt that was sometimes dry and sometimes wet, black pants that I wore everywhere, and messy strands of hair stuck around my ears.

In comparison, she really does seem like a boorish tomboy, not even worthy of competing with her for a man.

Song Qintang withdrew her hand. "It's okay, as long as you're all alright, I can come back."

After saying that, Song Qintang didn't give her another look and walked into the room with her head down.

Looking at Song Qintang's indifferent demeanor, Long Jianjia felt a surge of pent-up emotions welling up inside her.

She can be angry, she can be hysterical, and she can even be jealous, which is what she most wants to see.

There was nothing there, as calm as a lake.

She doesn't like it.

Only when Song Qintang starts making a scene can her delicate and helpless side be revealed.

Only Wu Haoqi and Ms. Mei could unconditionally protect her and attack and insult Song Qintang.

If Song Qintang had any self-respect, she should know that she would never be the mistress of this house.

The one who isn't loved is the mistress.

Only she is worthy of Wu Haoqi.

The door, which couldn't be locked, was opened outwards. Song Qintang took off her sweat-soaked shirt over her shoulder, paused for a moment upon hearing the noise, and continued changing without turning around.

The warm morning light shone on her fair skin, giving it a cool, white glow.

She always appears so composed, with an inherent nobility ingrained in her very being.

But she was no longer the Song family's daughter; she was just a parasite who had fallen on hard times and relied on men to climb the social ladder.

Long Jianjia really wanted to tear off her aloof facade, to expose her shameless behavior of clinging to the marriage despite not being loved by her husband.

Faced with Song Qintang's indifference, Long Jianjia couldn't help but speak up, "I was worried about my sister-in-law, so I came down to see you."

"But sister-in-law, you don't appreciate my kindness. Did Brother Qi leave you behind for me last night, and that made you angry and unhappy?"

Listening to Long Jianjia's sharp tongue, Song Qintang saw no trace of her tearful grievances or pitiful demeanor over the smallest things.

Long Jianjia was setting a trap for her. If she showed even the slightest dissatisfaction, the Wu family would stand on the moral high ground and condemn her.

They said she was petty, that she couldn't take care of her younger sister, and that she made her husband's life difficult.

Song Qintang quickly changed her clothes, and when she looked up again, she remained calm. "Little sister, don't think like that. You're not well, so it's my duty as your sister-in-law to let you come back first. Go upstairs and rest early."

"If you don't get enough rest, your brother will worry."

Her words conveyed the air of a sister-in-law, clearly stating her identity without leaving any room for further discussion.

Song Qintang also suffered countless losses before she finally figured out Long Jianjia's excellent crying scenes.

Now that we know, we won't let her succeed.

Long Jianjia looked a little embarrassed, and after a moment of stiffness, she came back to her senses and raised her chin slightly. "I remember when my sister-in-law and Brother Qi got married, they could go up to the second-floor bridal chamber."

She clicked her tongue in mockery, "What a pity, I'm not in good health and have to stay in the best-facing room. Brother Qi made you stay in this cramped servants' room so that I could have your bridal suite."

"She's clearly the young mistress of the Wu family, yet she's crammed into the maid's room on the first floor, not even allowed to set foot on the second floor of the main house. Isn't she heartbroken?"

Miaomiao, who was pretending to come in to arrange flowers, was furious when she heard these words.

Long Jianjia isn't actually unwell; she's just jealous and can't stand seeing Miss Song doing well.

She would take anything that Song Qintang had for herself, and afterwards she would act as if the whole world had wronged her.

The young couple rarely get to be together, but Long Jianjia always shows up, standing between them, acting cute and pitiful, and finally calling Wu Haoqi away, leaving Song Qintang alone on the first floor.

In this marriage involving three people, only Song Qintang was hurt.

All because of Long Jianjia's words, "I am in poor health, and my sister-in-law works in the hospital all year round and has bacteria on her body."

Wu Haoqi then left Song Qintang's luggage on the first floor and told her never to go up to the second floor again.

That day.

Song Qintang was humiliated by Zhao Ma at the stairwell, while melodious piano music drifted up from upstairs.

Upon hearing the voice, Wu Haoqi stood on the second floor and coldly told her, "You're dirty. You're not allowed to come up to the second floor to pollute the air anymore."

Those who save lives are often despised by their own families for being dirty.

Murder and kill!

Song Qintang looked up at the beam of light squeezing in through the crack in the window and suddenly smiled.

She turned around, her gaze unlike anything Long Jianjia had ever seen before.

She approached him step by step...