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

He pressed the lock button, glared at Song Qintang, and his voice was almost choked out: "What are you doing now?"

"Last time, Jianjia only left you by the roadside because of an emergency, and I've been scolded ever since. Aren't you satisfied with that?"

Song Qintang was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her hand. She hadn't expected Wu Haoqi to bring up the old matter again, but she felt guilty because she was afraid he would be scolded again.

He never felt it was his fault as a husband to abandon his wife; the fault lay with her, and she was the one who got scolded.

Yes, he never cared about her.

"Or do you want to call Li Yongning again and have him come pick you up?"

Wu Haoqi was furious, and he regretted saying those words the moment they left his mouth.

He knew perfectly well that it was just an accident that day.

He had checked the surveillance footage and found that Song Qintang was innocent, but he still felt a lump in his throat and couldn't swallow it.

She believes that Wu Haoqi's decision not to bring it up again suggests that he must have already investigated the matter.

So she never mentioned it again. She never expected that he would use this matter to make things difficult for her, even though he knew she was innocent.

Should she have waited at the scene of the car accident that night, until they had finished their intimacy and he remembered her, before he would be satisfied?

Even though she no longer cared about him, Song Qintang still felt a slight bitterness and extreme exhaustion upon hearing these words.

She didn't want to waste any more energy arguing with Wu Haoqi about these pointless things, so she said, "I'll go back to the hospital and drive myself home."

Then she looked at Long Jianjia and said, "Jianjia should go choose her dress; you two should go first!"

Wu Haoqi suddenly straightened up from his seat, placed one hand on the steering wheel, and turned his body to look at Song Qintang coldly, observing every expression on her face. He then let out a cold laugh.

I straightened myself, started the engine, and said, "I'll take you home first, then I'll go with Jianjia."

Song Qintang glanced at Wu Haoqi with some surprise; she was indeed surprised by Wu Haoqi's decision.

In Wu Haoqi's heart, nothing is more important than Long Jianjia.

Not to mention that he would take her home first before accompanying Long Jianjia to the mall.

Such a thing has never happened before.

But Wu Haoqi wouldn't let her get out of the car, and she was powerless to do anything about it. She just sat quietly in the back seat, and it didn't matter what decision he made.

The car fell silent for a moment, with only Wu Haoqi's heavy breathing audible.

It's obvious he's angry.

At this moment, Long Jianjia turned to look at Song Qintang, then looked at Wu Haoqi with guilt and said, "Sister-in-law, are you angry with Haoqi because I was sitting in the passenger seat?"

"If that's the case, then I didn't mean to switch places with my sister-in-law now."

Long Jianjia's voice was choked with grievance.

"Brother Haoqi, could you pull over to the side of the road for a moment? I'd like to switch places with your wife!"

Long Jianjia's words completely ignited the anger that Wu Haoqi had been suppressing.

He seemed to remember that Long Jianjia used to have to sit in the passenger seat because she got carsick, and Song Qintang cried the whole way in the back.

Just because of such a small matter, she's sulking and refusing to go to the Gu family's banquet with him?

"Is this why you're angry?"

Can't she be a little more magnanimous?

Faced with Wu Haoqi's questioning, Song Qintang remained expressionless, simply replying calmly, "Jianjia has always sat in the passenger seat, why should I be angry?"

She turned to face Long Jianjia, "Or do you think I should be angry about your behavior?"

The reason why Long Jianjia didn't expose her little scheme was because Song Qintang didn't want to have a direct conflict with her in the past.

She no longer wanted to believe that those false facades of peace were genuine.

Long Jianjia paused for a moment, her eyes reddening as she shook her head. "Sister-in-law, you've misunderstood me. That's not what I meant!"

As long as Long Jianjia stirs up trouble, she never fails, leaving Song Qintang with unspeakable suffering.

But why is her mind working so fast today?

She would never have dared to ask such a question in front of Wu Haoqi before.

Wu Haoqi glanced silently at their expressions, then continued driving without saying anything more.

However, at this moment, the bitterness in his heart reached its peak.

He even began to feel dazed. He used to dislike Song Qintang being jealous, but now that she wasn't jealous, it felt like a piece of his heart had been ripped out.

He looked back at Long Jianjia from Song Qintang's distant expression; her eyes, full of affection, were filled with him.

It seems like he's the only person in her world.

He couldn't bring himself to say that he'd go another day.

Long Jianjia wasn't as strong as Song Qintang; she couldn't stand being bullied.

He impulsively agreed just now, and now he's going back on his word. She definitely can't stand it.

Let's send Song Qintang back first; she'll always be here anyway.

It's okay if I just coax her when I get back tonight.

...

The car soon arrived at the Wu family's house. Wu Haoqi got out of the car first and was about to open the car door for Song Qintang, but Song Qintang got out of the car from the other side.

Long Jianjia watched Song Qintang's actions and sneered.

In retrospect, Song Qintang has indeed mastered the art of playing hard to get.

However, if Brother Haoqi doesn't have her in his heart, then even if she brings out all of Sun Tzu's Art of War, it won't make a difference.

Thinking of this, Long Jianjia felt dissatisfied; Wu Haoqi could only be hers.

No matter how capable Song Qintang is, if she wants to have a place in Wu Haoqi's heart, she will be completely eliminated.

She also got out of the car and took Wu Haoqi's arm, asserting her ownership.

She said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry about staying home. I'll definitely help you choose the most beautiful dress."

Song Qintang smiled faintly, "No need, you look stunning, which is a great honor for the Wu family!"

After saying this, Song Qintang felt that she had done her job on the surface and turned to go inside.

But Wu Haoqi grabbed her hand.

Song Qintang frowned slightly, first looking at Long Jianjia, whose hand was still hanging in mid-air.

She clearly didn't expect Wu Haoqi to shake her off and pull Song Qintang away right in front of her.

Shock was mixed with anger.

This expression brought a touch of pleasure to Song Qintang's gloomy heart.

However, this was followed by a feeling of disgust and rejection on the wrist.

She never imagined that one day, something Song Qintang no longer needed would be held tightly by Long Jianjia, who was unwilling to let go.

Wu Haoqi didn't dare to turn around and look at Long Jianjia.

Because her grabbing Song Qintang's hand was an unconscious action.

It seemed that if he didn't hold onto her, she would truly drift further and further away from him, just like the expression on her face.

She used to care most about him being with Long Jianjia.

She also said that Long Jianjia is his god-sister, and the two should avoid suspicion between them.

She used to look at him with affection and depend on him, just like Long Jianjia.

Thinking about these things, Wu Haoqi felt lost and helpless, as if the memory of her being jealous and shedding tears for him was still fresh in his mind.

He never cared whether she would cry or not, he only cared whether Long Jianjia had been wronged.

He also secretly hoped that Song Qintang would mature soon and stop being so childish and jealous.

But now that his hopes had come true, Song Qintang's understanding and generosity caused him a dull ache in his heart.

He saw a look of confusion and disgust in Song Qintang's eyes.

It completely dissects the dull pain in my heart, piercing straight into my chest.

He spoke with difficulty, "If you just beg me, I'll stay home with you."