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

Song Qintang did not respond, straightened her clothes, and looked straight ahead.

Wu Haoqi felt like he had hit a cotton ball. He took a deep breath and looked at Song Qintang's calm face. She wouldn't even give him a glance, and there was no trace of her former gentleness and warmth.

Long Jianjia may be a bit spoiled at times, but as a man, should he embarrass a little girl on the spot just for the sake of a position?

He couldn't do something so unladylike.

Besides, Jianjia just wanted to get closer to him.

Why can't she understand?

He took a deep breath and said, "After the banquet, I'll take you to the mall!"

After saying that, he looked at her, reached out and squeezed Song Qintang's fair hand, his voice unusually gentle, "I'll take you to choose the style you like."

Song Qintang wanted to refuse, but then Long Jianjia behind her let out a soft groan: "Ouch!"

Wu Haoqi instinctively turned around to look at the back row, "What's wrong?"

Long Jianjia's voice trembled with tears, "My leg cramped up."

Undoubtedly, Wu Haoqi's hand never left Long Jianjia's leg throughout the journey.

Song Qintang had seen far too many of these tricks.

Every time she spoke a few words to Wu Hao alone, this sound would always ring out at an inopportune moment.

Now it seems quite timely.

She also didn't want to have any contact with Wu Haoqi.

Long Jianjia hummed softly, glancing at Wu Haoqi every now and then.

Wu Haoqi's eyes remained fixed on Song Qintang in the front row, his gaze filled with emotions he had never felt before.

The car drove into the front yard of the Gu family's old house, which was packed with guests today.

The vast private courtyard is spacious and magnificent, with pavilions and towers scattered along the water. Everywhere you sit, you'll find Suzhou's elite. Because the residence occupies a large area and has a dignified and grand layout, there is no sense of crowding or noise, only the leisurely pomp of an aristocratic family.

The century-old house is naturally endowed with ancient charm. The antique-style pavilions are built by the water, and the courtyard is planted with rare green plants and precious flowers and trees. The ancient trees are strong and the branches are stretched out. The elegant flowers and trees are arranged in a well-organized manner.

Servants dressed in uniform, elegant attire, carried exquisite gilded trays and walked slowly and silently through the winding corridors.

A gentle breeze carries a faint, elegant fragrance, stirring the delicate wind chimes under the eaves. Their soft, melodious chimes blend perfectly with the gentle, rustling snowflakes falling from the sky, creating a scene of tranquility and refined elegance.

Upon entering the front yard, Wu Haoqi went to greet the powerful and influential people.

Song Qintang walked alone under Huizhen Corridor, her head down, unlike the others who looked around curiously and praised her.

After walking a few steps, Long Jianjia, who had been sticking to Wu Haoqi's side, caught up and said, "I didn't realize you were so vicious?"

"Don't even mention the passenger seat, he wouldn't refuse if I sat on Haoqi's lap!"

"You've finally called me out. Is Brother Haoqi going to respond to your question?"

"The entire Wu family belongs to me, including Brother Haoqi. I hope you can realize your situation soon!"

.....

Not far away, Gu Huizhou stood on the pavilion, looking down at Song Qintang's figure walking towards him.

She wore a flamboyant purple gown, its color bold and intense, and its size was a size too big, barely covering her thin body.

Her skirt swayed gently with her steps, accentuating her slender waist.

She wore no jewelry or accessories, her appearance was so plain it was almost shabby.

Such a gorgeous and grand dress would surely be paired with gold and jade on others, but on her, her cool and calm temperament alone suppressed the gaudiness of the purple, creating a unique aura that was both incongruous and moving.

Gu Huizhou gazed at it quietly, a sudden, slight pain shooting through his heart.

He could tell at a glance that the dress did not belong to her; she seemed to be forced to wear a glamorous outfit that was not her own, standing alone amidst the glitz and glamour.

Standing on Gu Huizhou was Pei Jingshen, the second young master of the Pei family.

He followed Gu Huizhou's gaze and asked curiously, "Zhouzi, what are you looking at?"

Gu Huizhou thought he talked too much and ignored him.

Pei Jingshen was quite familiar with his good brother's repressed passion.

Even if a celestial being descended to earth and pounced on him, he would probably kick her away with a cold face.

It’s tricky!

Pei Jingshen followed that gaze and saw the woman walking down the corridor.

The woman had a head of neat black hair coiled up behind her head. Her extremely slender figure gave her a sickly beauty, and every move she made made people feel sorry for her.

She lowered her eyes, which were exceptionally beautiful.

She had a naturally alluring face, yet her expression was quiet and awkward, completely unaware of the seductive power of her appearance.

This unconscious charm made her all the more captivating.

He clicked his tongue in amazement, "Those skinny arms, they probably don't hurt when they hit someone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine and turned his head to look.

Gu Huizhou gave him a cold look, his eyes filled with a knife, as if he wanted to kill him.

He instinctively took a step back, wanting to explain, but Gu Huizhou only gave him his back.

He scratched his head, puzzled.

He wasn't wrong; with those skinny arms and legs, hitting someone really doesn't hurt.

This is his blood and tears history. Whenever he sees a beautiful woman, the first thing he does is look her over and see if it hurts to hit her.

He hurriedly caught up with her, grinning, and said, "Grandma Gu really loves us younger generation. All of us brothers love coming to your banquets."

Every time Grandma Gu holds a banquet, her brothers cancel their schedules to attend.

The Gu family banquet gave them a sense of reverence for the imperial selection process.

At this point, he suddenly sensed something was wrong, looked Gu Huizhou up and down, and hissed.

Gu Huizhou stopped in his tracks. "What the hell is that noise?!"

"Don't you never participate? What's wrong today...? Is the Earth going to explode? Is humanity going to be wiped out?"

.....

"ah!"

The muttering on the upper floor ended with a scream.

......

Song Qintang walked around the long corridor and arrived at the banquet garden.

Although she knew that the quietest and least crowded place was in the Gu family compound, she didn't want to wander off unnecessarily.

The only option is to hide in the crowd.

Everyone in the banquet garden was trying to show their faces in front of Old Madam Gu and Mrs. Gu, and they were surrounded by many noble ladies and young women.

Song Qintang kept her head down and sat in an inconspicuous corner, so she didn't attract any attention.

Grandma Gu dotes on the younger generation. Every time she came over, she would save some rose pastries that Song Qintang loved to eat.

Han Yunqing was also kind; if it weren't for what happened later...

She didn't want her presence to remind them of those painful memories from the past.

Entrusted by Director Yang, she was to take care of Duo Qiqi. Song Qintang lowered her head as Duo Qiqi sent her a message asking where she was.

Looking up again, I saw Grandma Gu talking to Duo Qiqi.

Seeing this scene, Song Qintang couldn't help but think that Old Madam Gu must like Duo Qiqi.

The daughters who came today come from all over the country, and the fact that Old Madam Gu specifically pulled Duo Qiqi aside to talk to her already had a deeper meaning.

If that's really the case, Song Qintang is happy for Duo Qiqi.

Only those who have been married know how important it is to have the approval of elders.

Seeing that Duo Qiqi was being protected by Old Madam Gu, Song Qintang left the banquet garden alone.