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

The friction sound of the bed legs.

Song Qintang didn't understand why Wu Haoqi was still dragging his feet on getting a divorce when they had already come this far.

Do all men feel that it's normal to cheat, even if a mistress breaks into their home?

As a wife, one must accept and tolerate unconditionally.

Moreover, Wu Haoqi had assured her countless times that he and Long Jianjia had never gone this far.

So what is it now?

Even Song Qintang, with a heart of stone, couldn't help but feel secretly saddened at this moment.

Even with my ears plugged, the rhythmic sound still echoed in my mind.

She hated this kind of internal strife.

As the song "Long Jianjia" faded from the master bedroom on the second floor, Long Jianjia sat on the bed, wiping away sweat.

"Brother Haoqi, did I dance well?" she asked shyly.

Wu Haoqi got up from the sofa, feeling much better.

He enjoys being flattered. "Beautiful! Jianjia not only plays the piano well, but I didn't expect her to dance so gracefully."

Long Jianjia smiled, her eyes crinkling. She sat down next to Wu Haoqi, took his arm, and pressed his soft body against hers. "If I wasn't worried about disturbing your sleep, I'd definitely jump better on the floor than on the bed!"

Wu Haoqi came up from the first floor with a long face, and Long Jianjia did everything she could to cheer him up.

Only Long Jianjia understood what was on her mind.

She jumped around on the bed with extra effort, and she even broke out in a sweat.

Hopefully, the people downstairs will hear the commotion, so that her hard work won't be in vain.

"Brother Haoqi, don't be sad." Long Jianjia straightened up from his shoulder and looked into his eyes affectionately. "I specially found a rare remedy for my sister-in-law to help her conceive. It's very precious. Once she gets pregnant, you two can reconcile."

"If Brother Haoqi is happy, Jianjia is happy."

She couldn't wait a moment longer; Wu Haoqi's emotions had been completely controlled by Song Qintang all day.

No one can take her man away.

Wu Haoqi, who had suppressed his emotions all day, finally smiled when he saw Long Jianjia's sincere and understanding face.

He reached out and stroked her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from dancing, and sighed inwardly. If Song Qintang were half as sensible as Long Jianjia, he wouldn't be in such a difficult position.

"Jianjia, you're so kind. Your brother will always protect you and never let you suffer any injustice!"

Long Jianjia would have believed this statement in the past, but now that Song Qintang is using every trick in the book to squeeze in, she has to keep a backup plan.

Long Jianjia smiled sweetly, took his hand, and rubbed her face against his palm like a kitten. "But..." she paused deliberately, her expression still showing some worry.

"Just what?" Wu Haoqi asked.

Long Jianjia stepped out of his arms, blushing and lowering her head, nervously rubbing her thighs with both hands.

Wu Haoqi pressed for an answer with his eyes, becoming even more anxious under Long Jianjia's series of actions, "My dear sister, just what is it? Tell your brother."

Long Jianjia seemed too shy to look at him, and said, "But during this month of taking the medicine, you...you can't have sex."

"You're guaranteed to get pregnant in a month!"

Long Jianjia knew that it used to be easy to stop them from sleeping together; every time there was a hint of it, she would find something to make things unpleasant between them.

These past three years have been spent like this, but now Wu Haoqi suddenly has Song Qintang in his heart.

Even though Song Qintang argued with Wu Haoqi like this today, he still eagerly went down to her, wanting to have a child with her.

She knew that the old tricks wouldn't work anymore, and she had to find a new way.

Seeing Wu Haoqi's hesitant expression, Long Jianjia immediately grabbed his hand, her expression earnest, "Brother Haoqi, I see that your wife is so cold to you right now. Forcing a closer relationship will only backfire. Why not give her some time to calm down? I'm a girl, I understand what girls think better than you do!"

Yes! Wu Haoqi looked down at Long Jianjia, giving her time to calm down.

Song Qintang had the same idea just now; she didn't want him to bother her.

It seems to be the only option right now.

Wu Haoqi patted Long Jianjia's head affectionately and said, "I'll give you a big red envelope after you give birth."

"Thank you, brother!" Long Jianjia stomped her foot happily and snuggled into Wu Haoqi's arms.

Seeing that she genuinely cared for him, the knot in Wu Haoqi's heart was gradually untied.

In this family, only Long Jianjia truly understands him.

...

The next day, Song Qintang was still asleep when she was woken up by a knock on the door.

Song Qintang rubbed her eyes and glanced at the time: 04:12.

Before she could speak, the unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine emanating from Zhao Ma's hand assaulted her senses.

"Miss... um... Miss Song, this is a fertility-enhancing medicine that the young master specially ordered to be prepared for you!"

Song Qintang sneered; Wu Haoqi's initiative was truly impressive.

She said she wanted to have a child with him last night, and this morning she got some Chinese medicine.

It seems they were prepared in advance.

She didn't want to make things difficult for Zhao Ma, so she said, "Okay, you can put it on the table first. I'll drink it after I wash up."

They don't have a marital relationship, so even if she takes all the fertility drugs, she won't have a child.

Zhao Ma didn't take any action, but walked straight to her bedside. It was clear that Zhao Ma's attitude towards her had improved a lot, but it was still impossible for her to listen to her.

"Miss Song, you should drink it first. I need to watch you drink it before I can report back!" Aunt Zhao handed over the bowl of medicine.

"Furthermore, the First Madam doesn't like the smell of Chinese medicine, so Miss Song will have to get up early to take her medicine from now on. We need to clean up before the First Madam gets up!"

Song Qintang pursed her lips, looking at the bowl of dark Chinese medicine in front of her; it was truly disgusting.

She said, "Aunt Zhao, you don't need to cook anymore, I don't want to drink it."

Aunt Zhao's kind face suddenly fell. "I advise you not to be ungrateful. Not only today, but every day from now on, you won't be able to leave the house if you don't drink this bowl of medicine."

With that, Aunt Zhao shoved the medicine bowl into Song Qintang's hands. "Or you can make a scene, but I don't need to say who will suffer in the end!"

Of course, she's the one who suffers; if she's not allowed to leave, she'll really be trapped here.

This has happened before.

The drug was in a critical research and development phase, and because she stopped for a week, the entire pharmacy department was removed from the list of outstanding teams because of her.

Song Qintang felt powerless; all she wanted was to leave the Wu family as soon as possible.

Aunt Zhao stood at the door, yawning impatiently.

She looked down at the medicine in her hand, trying to convince herself to drink it.

Actually, she also dislikes the smell of Chinese medicine.

Especially given the nature of her profession, she couldn't help but be wary of medicines that only contained the liquid and no dregs.

She knew that someone here wanted to harm her.

But with Aunt Zhao here, she can't avoid this bowl of medicine.

Thinking of this, Song Qintang held her breath and drank it.

Only then did Aunt Zhao smile and take the bowl, saying, "That's right, we're all doing this for your own good."

The phrase she hates most is, "It's all for your own good."

Little do you know how many people, under the guise of doing what's best for you, are actually doing things to harm you.

After drinking the bowl of medicine, Song Qintang's stomach burned terribly.

She tried to induce vomiting, but nothing came out.