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

It was already dark when Wu Haoqi returned. He had originally planned to pick up Song Qintang today, but he was invited by Long Jian's family to pick out the dress for her performance in Mingcheng and then took her to the airport.

I forgot about it afterwards, and only remembered it when I got inside.

He thought that when she came back, she would see Song Qintang waiting for her at home.

He used to often cancel appointments, but she wouldn't blame him; she would always come out to greet him with a smile.

When I got home tonight, it was quiet and deserted. The light in her room was off, so she was obviously not there.

Wu Haoqi was lost in thought for a moment, then asked the maid who came out to greet him, "Has Madam not returned yet?"

Having learned from her previous experience of being pressed for answers, Sister Xu was smarter this time and replied respectfully, "Madam hasn't returned."

"But I've already called my wife and she said she's on her way back."

Wu Haoqi breathed a sigh of relief, and the slight guilt he felt for not picking her up earlier dissipated.

He has taught her quite well over the past few years, and Song Qintang is quite independent, so he doesn't need to make another trip.

Even if Song Qintang didn't come back, he wouldn't make the trip himself.

After all, he had accompanied Long Jianjia on a stroll and was really exhausted.

When Song Qintang returned to the Wu family, it wasn't too late; it was exactly ten o'clock.

She arrived at the entrance hall. The living room lights were off. She changed her shoes in the dark, deliberately making sure her footsteps were light so as not to disturb anyone.

But to her surprise, just as she was about to leave, the living room lights suddenly came on.

Wu Haoqi was sitting alone in the main seat of the sofa.

His expression was aloof and cold, looking down at her with an air of superiority.

Song Qintang was taken aback when she saw Wu Haoqi, then nodded in greeting before heading to her room.

She had only taken a few steps when he gripped her wrist tightly again.

Song Qintang looked up at Wu Haoqi, her eyes filled with a complex expression. He spoke first, "Something came up, so I couldn't pick you up. Have you eaten?"

Song Qintang didn't care about Wu Haoqi's promise, nor did she care that he said he had something to do and went to accompany Long Jianjia.

Even if he didn't say it, Long Jianjia's WeChat Moments post tonight had already told her.

That's good, she thought with relief.

I'm so glad that unlike before, I don't wait for my husband to come to me, but instead see him pampering other women on social media.

At that time, she would often cry in the middle of the night and would always use screenshots to question him.

Of course, it always ended with her apologizing.

She simply replied, "It's nothing!"

Hearing this distant voice, Wu Haoqi's voice deepened: "Qintang, come back to the master bedroom on the second floor with me!"

Song Qintang paused.

She had waited three years for these words. If it were before, she would have been overjoyed and burst into tears, and immediately packed her things to go with him.

But now... she doesn't need it anymore.

She shook her head: "I'm used to sleeping on the first floor, and I often work overtime, so I'm afraid of disturbing Mr. Wu's rest!"

The fingers gripping Song Qintang's wrist tightened. It seemed she had never called him Haoqi again; every time she called him "President Wu," she pushed him back a thousand meters.

Wu Haoqi looked intently at Song Qintang: "First of all, you are my wife, is it appropriate for you to call me President Wu?"

"Secondly, you're Mrs. Wu, yet you're sleeping in the maid's room on the first floor out of spite, sleeping in a separate room from me. What will people outside think of me? Do you really want me to have a reputation for being a bad wife?"

As he spoke, Wu Haoqi took a deep breath and sighed as if in helplessness: "Qintang, you weren't this willful and disobedient before."

See? In the Wu family, whatever she does is wrong.

He was the one who kicked her out, but now he's saying she has to sleep in a separate room from him.

She lived there for three years and was bullied by the servants for three years, but they all turned a blind eye and even secretly rewarded her. Now she's afraid of being given a bad reputation.

Furthermore, calling him General Manager Wu is something he ordered to do in the past.

Previously, Song Qintang always felt that calling her husband "President Wu" was too formal, and she was only forced to call him "President Wu" in front of Long Jianjia.

"Mr. Wu, I'm not being willful." Song Qintang said quite fluently now.

Seeing that Song Qintang was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to him, Wu Haoqi was even more disappointed. He lost all patience and looked at her with fury in his eyes: "Even if I ignored you before, that should not be your reason to talk back to me."

"Song Qintang, you've been married into the Wu family for three years and haven't gotten pregnant. Logically and morally, I'm telling you to leave with nothing and even compensate me for my losses. You have no choice but to comply. If you continue to be incorrigible and oppose me, the consequences will be unbearable for you."

As he spoke, Wu Haoqi took a step forward, poking her shoulder with his finger. "You're no longer the eldest daughter of the Song family. You have no one behind you. Without me, you'll be sleeping on the streets!"

"You better not disappoint me again!"

Song Qintang never left herself a way out.

Even sleeping on the streets is better than wasting my life here.

Song Qintang pushed Wu Haoqi's hand away. She was too tired to explain her determination to him. She simply said, "Mr. Wu, there's no point in saying more. You should go upstairs and rest."

After Song Qintang finished speaking, she left directly. When she turned around to close the door, she saw Wu Haoqi's disappointed face.

In fact, what Song Qintang hated most was seeing Wu Haoqi always looking at her with a disappointed expression.

It was as if no matter what she did, or how well she did it, she was never good enough in his eyes.

She never received his praise or approval.

In their rare conversations, he would always listen to her correct his mistakes, repeatedly pointing out that she was essentially a collection of wrong answers.

He always said that she was his wife and should change to become the virtuous wife he had set out to be.

She should respect her elders, be considerate of the younger generation, and take good care of the feelings of everyone in the Wu family.

She should be the best version of herself in everyone's eyes in the Wu family, without any sense of self or emotion.

Wu Haoqi placed all the burdens on her shoulders. In his heart, the feelings of every member of the Wu family were more important than hers.

He doesn't even care about right or wrong, nor can he distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The ridiculous thing is, simply because she is his wife.

They can no longer have any other identity.

Even now, he still regards her emotions as willfulness or foolishness.

He still looked at her with that disappointed expression.

Song Qintang didn't understand why Wu Haoqi, who clearly didn't like her, wouldn't sign the divorce agreement.

Since he was so disappointed in himself, shouldn't parting ways be a relief for him?

She didn't understand him, nor could she comprehend him.

But the chasm between him and her had long been insurmountable; they could never get closer to each other, and they would never understand each other.

Song Qintang remained silent, just as he had been indifferent to her for countless days and nights over the past three years, and simply closed the door.

The closed door shut out the affection between the couple in the night. Wu Haoqi stared blankly at the door, at Song Qintang's cold eyes that had just shown her anger and indifference towards him.

It felt strangely familiar, yet inexplicably struck a chord in his chest.

He staggered back a step and stood there for a long time.

Song Qintang ignored whether Wu Haoqi had left or not; she simply went about her own business.

She stopped taking his emotions to heart and trying to figure out what he wanted her to do.

This wasn't her fault; she didn't need to change herself to please everyone in the Wu family.

She is simply herself.

The next day, Wu Haoqi and others were in the living room, and Song Qintang had nowhere to hide.