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

Wu Haoqi only glanced at her. Normally, even if he was in a bad mood, he would prioritize comforting Long Jianjia, but now he couldn't say a single word to cheer her up.

Bai Bingchen's words tonight still ache in his heart.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. When he made those decisions, he felt that everything was reasonable, but when others said them, he felt like a bastard.

Long Jianjia should have asked; once she did, Madam Mei burst into tears, saying, "No wonder Song Qintang is such a menace! Ever since she married into the Wu family, she hasn't had a single day of peace. She's disrespectful to her mother-in-law and doesn't care for her younger sister. Now she's ruined the life of the person next to her!"

As soon as she spoke, Wu Lihu immediately chimed in, "Who says otherwise? This monster not only harmed the Wu family, but also dragged our Bai family down with him."

The two of them complained incessantly, blaming everything on Song Qintang.

Wu Haoqi had heard these words many times before. He always knew that Ms. Mei and Wu Lihu disliked Song Qintang and always felt that Song Qintang was not doing well enough. They would always pick on those minor, harmless faults to suppress her.

Although he knew in his heart that they were deliberately picking on him, they were still his family after all. Every time he chose to stand with them, he would impatiently tell Song Qintang to correct her bad habits.

Listen to your elders more, because he doesn't want to hear about these petty troubles between women.

Now, the accusations against Song Qintang are becoming increasingly outrageous, and Wu Haoqi feels an uncontrollable surge of anger welling up inside him.

Perhaps it was Gu Huizhou's visit today and the departure of the guests that slapped him in the face and ruined Haoqi Auto Repair's future; or perhaps it was Bai Bingchen's words today, or the resolute look in Song Qintang's eyes as she handed him the divorce papers that made him unable to deceive himself—Song Qintang might really want to divorce him.

Wu Haoqi suddenly raised his voice and said, "Enough!"

Wu Haoqi's shout startled the two people opposite him who were cursing even more fiercely, and they stopped talking abruptly, and the reception room immediately fell silent.

Wu Haoqi looked up at Ms. Mei and Wu Lihu, and saw that they were both looking at him with surprise. His annoyance did not lessen at all, and he did not know what to say at this moment. He turned around and walked out.

Wu Lihu clutched her chest in confusion: "What's wrong with Haoqi?"

His nephew was the most obedient; since he got married, he had never disobeyed them.

Long Jianjia watched Wu Haoqi's retreating figure, then hurriedly lifted her skirt and chased after him.

A few strands of her meticulously styled hair fell loose as she ran, making her appear even more delicate and vulnerable. In the dimly lit study, she grabbed Wu Haoqi's sleeve, her voice soft and pitiful: "Brother Qi, I heard from my sister-in-law today that she wants to divorce you?"

"Your sister-in-law said she wanted me to talk to you. Did she get angry with you again because of me?"

As she spoke, Long Jianjia's face was brimming with tears, and she choked out in a low voice, "If it were really because of me, I would kneel before my sister-in-law and beg for her forgiveness."

Wu Haoqi looked down at Long Jianjia and saw her pitiful appearance, her thin shoulders and neck trembling slightly. He took off his coat and covered her with it, then reached out to brush her hair. "This has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself."

He added, "Don't mention this to your aunt or Ms. Mei, and don't bother your sister-in-law these days."

"The banquet can't be held today. Just focus on getting better. I'll throw you a big celebration for your birthday!"

As Wu Haoqi turned to leave after speaking, Long Jianjia quickly gripped his sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with tears, and sobbed, "Did my sister-in-law really mention divorce to my brother?"

Wu Haoqi frowned, and after a long while, he looked at Long Jianjia and said, "Jianjia, I will not divorce your sister-in-law."

Long Jianjia was stunned for a moment, and before she could come to her senses, Wu Haoqi had already turned around and left the study.

She stood there, stunned, watching Wu Haoqi's departing figure. She couldn't understand why Wu Haoqi treated her differently. No matter what she did, he would protect her without reservation and give her everything that Song Qintang had.

His love was so obvious; he had given Song Qintang divorce papers countless times before.

But now Song Qintang has taken the initiative to file for divorce, and Wu Haoqi no longer agrees to it.

Why?

Was Wu Haoqi's favoritism towards her all fake?

Long Jianjia could no longer hold back her tears. No, she didn't believe that Wu Haoqi didn't love her.

All of this was just Song Qintang playing hard to get.

He deliberately brought up divorce to provoke Wu Haoqi.

After descending from the second floor, Wu Haoqi's feet wandered uncontrollably to Song Qintang's maid's door—a place he used to despise and refuse to set foot in, but which now deeply touched the softest spot in his heart.

I used to think I hadn't wronged her, but I made her live in this damp, dark place for three whole years.

A bitter feeling welled up inside me.

Wu Haoqi stood at the door, but his feet felt incredibly heavy, and he couldn't muster the courage to step inside again.

A passing maid noticed Wu Haoqi standing at the door, hesitant to move, and whispered, "Young Master, are you going in?"

"Shall I go in and turn on the light?"

Wu Haoqi didn't speak for a long time, then asked, "Where is Madam?"

"Madam?" The maid was momentarily stunned. This was the first time she had heard Wu Haoqi call Song Qintang "Madam." She lowered her head unconsciously, uttering the word "Madam" very awkwardly. "Madam should have gone out!"

She didn't pay attention to where Song Qintang went, since the Wu family never asked them that question, so she could only give them a vague answer.

Wu Haoqi paused for a moment, then asked, "Has she complained to you about living here? Or mentioned wanting to move to the second floor?"

The maids were stunned. They often bullied Song Qintang, so how could she dare to say such things to them?

The maid's voice lowered even further, "No...no, Mrs. Song is quite comfortable here."

Wu Haoqi paused, frowned, and asked, "How did you know her living habits?"

The maid was speechless for a moment, then said, "Madam usually turns off the lights and goes to bed early."

She dared not tell the truth. Normally, if Song Qintang entered the room and left the lights on for more than five minutes, they would cut off the power.

The power won't be turned on until the next day.

Faced with Wu Haoqi's sudden concern, the maid was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Seeing her expression, Wu Haoqi understood everything and felt powerless.

For the past three years, he has never given her any warmth.

He waved for the servants to leave, and after a long pause, he finally mustered the courage to open the door.

She was clearly his wife, yet she lived in a servants' quarters.

The room was damp and cold, and she still managed to tidy up a small space in the room that was mostly filled with clutter.

He could even see Song Qintang sitting at her desk from here.

There was also a spare divorce agreement on the table, which gave him a headache.

She guessed he would disagree, so she prepared a separate copy.

He just didn't know that she, who was usually so gentle, had become so ruthless this time.

Just as he was puzzled, he heard clear stomping and smashing sounds coming from the ceiling upstairs.

Like thunder, each sound was an outpouring of anger, but also a form of revenge.