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

Wu Haoqi always asked why he wanted a divorce, but never considered what he had actually done.

Or perhaps in his mind, whatever he does, she should accept it unconditionally.

The most frustrating thing in a marriage is never a single incident, but rather every single one that has never been resolved.

The belated apology and attempts to retain him were already ineffective.

Song Qintang still wanted to preserve the last bit of dignity for the couple, but now it seems that Wu Haoqi clearly doesn't even want that anymore.

For the first time, she showed impatience in front of Wu Haoqi.

At that moment, Song Qintang understood that when you don't like someone, you really can be incredibly impatient.

Just like how Wu Haoqi treated her with love, he was so cold and indifferent that he couldn't be bothered to explain anything to her.

She looked at Wu Haoqi coldly: "My mother's hospital room fee needs to be renewed in one month. It's 30 yuan a year, plus medical expenses."

"This time of year is the most troublesome for Mr. Wu."

"I will pay for it myself this year. Mr. Wu will no longer need to pay for this expense. He will no longer need to hide away or persuade me to give up on my mother because of the cost."

"Hopefully, without this expense, Mr. Wu's wishes will come true."

With his hands clenched at his sides, only Wu Haoqi knew how painful it was.

He recalled that he broke the rules and paid Lu Pingping's medical expenses quarterly every year.

His goal was to make Song Qintang obedient. If she disobeyed, he would hide from her on the payment day.

On each payment date thereafter, Song Qintang would humbly beg him until Long Jianjia was satisfied, at which point he would generously pay the fee.

She remembered one time when Song Qintang was so distressed that she cried all night, and the next morning she went to sell the only heirloom jade left to her by the Song family.

Wu Haoqi suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his voice was dry: "I will renew my subscription on time every year from now on, and you will never have to beg me again."

"Qintang, we can live a good life together."

Song Qintang glanced at Wu Haoqi and shook her head: "No need."

"My mother will not be kicked out of the ward by anyone from now on."

Another pang of pain shot through his heart. Wu Haoqi staggered, gritting his teeth, "I extended your mother's life by three years. You're making a big deal out of just borrowing a hospital room for a few days. It's pointless!"

"I've already agreed to renew the subscription, but you're still stubbornly arguing with me."

"Have you ever considered whether your salary can cover your annual medical expenses?"

"With a mother like that, who would dare marry you?"

His tone was furious, more like a threat that exposed reality.

Wu Haoqi was very concerned about her image, so she rarely mentioned the rent. But now she simply said, "My salary isn't enough, but the rent for that land is enough for my mother to live on for the rest of her life!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Haoqi's eyes immediately turned bloodshot and he suddenly stepped forward, scattering all the new clothes from the bed onto the floor.

Seeing his voices rising and falling, Wu Haoqi angrily pointed at Song Qintang, but he couldn't utter a single curse for a long time.

Not content with stepping on the new clothes again and again, he kicked them off the rack, turned around, and slammed the door shut as he left.

Seeing the mess on the ground, Song Qintang squatted down and picked up the clothes with footprints on them, carefully patting off the dust.

He could throw a tantrum and leave without a second thought, never considering how upset she was while cleaning up the mess.

Looking at the new clothes in her hands, Song Qintang silently lowered her head.

She carefully folded them like precious treasures; this was the first time in three years that she had learned to love herself.

Even if it's covered in footprints, she'll wash it clean.

She cried as she comforted herself, telling herself it would be over soon, just a little longer.

.....

After leaving the house, Wu Haoqi went straight to the bar, but the dazzling lights and vibrant atmosphere did nothing to soothe his lonely heart.

She knew perfectly well that he was most sensitive about rent, but she still brought it up deliberately to embarrass him.

She knew perfectly well how difficult it was for him to do business.

He didn't mean to mistreat the mother and daughter; he just wanted them to be obedient.

Why can't she understand?

He was disappointed time and time again.

The next day, Song Qintang was on the night shift. She got up very early and carried a basin into the laundry room.

When Zhao Ma came over to call her, her eyes held a hint of schadenfreude.

Song Qintang finished hanging the clothes to dry. "Aunt Zhao, please go inside first. I'll come over after I've finished hanging the clothes."

She knew a storm was coming; she had just heard Ms. Mei cursing in the laundry room.

Long Jianjia didn't cause trouble last night, perhaps she was waiting to make things difficult for him this morning.

Song Qintang went back to her room to get her phone, only to find that Ms. Mei had already had the front door locked.

All the nannies retreated to the front door to stand guard.

Before Song Qintang even reached the living room, she heard Long Jianjia's sobbing.

"Godmother, don't be sad. I didn't say anything last night because I was afraid you would be too upset to sleep and that your health would suffer."

"I specifically told Aunt Qi not to tell you. It's nothing for me to suffer a little grievance. I was born in a slum, so it's normal for people to look down on me."

"It wasn't a big deal, it's just that Miss Lin kicked me out of Suzhou's high society circle."

Then Song Qintang appeared in the living room.

Long Jianjia looked at Mei with fear, as if she had seen a demon, and hid in her arms: "Sister-in-law, blame me if you want. Don't make godmother angry. Godmother is not in good health."

Ms. Mei hugged Long Jianjia, her eyes filled with hatred, and told Song Qintang to sit aside.

As soon as she sat down, Ms. Mei launched into a barrage of questions, "You and Wu Haoqi are divorced?"

Song Qintang breathed a sigh of relief, "No!"

Ms. Mei glanced at her coldly: "So, are you still a member of the Wu family?"

Song Qintang nodded: "Yes!"

Ms. Mei sneered, "Would buying your sister a dress really bankrupt you?"

As she spoke, Ms. Mei stroked Long Jianjia's face and pulled her back, saying, "The food, clothes, and things you use, weren't they all given to you by the Wu family? You really are an insatiable dog. You even spent six thousand yuan on your sister, making Jianjia lose face in public."

"With your pathetic appearance, you wouldn't look like a prince even in a dragon robe!"

There are no ugly women in the world, only poor women who have neither the money nor the time to dress themselves up.

Song Qintang looked at Ms. Mei and explained, "I may be poor, but the clothes I wear and the food I eat are all paid for with my own money."

Ms. Mei scoffed, "You think it's useless just because you say so?"

"With your meager salary of a few thousand yuan a month, and the cost of treating your half-dead mother, where did you get the money to buy so many clothes from brand-name stores? Wasn't the money given to you by Haoqi?"

Long Jianjia, who was in Song Qintang's arms, wiped away her tears and said, "Sister-in-law, it's no wonder that Godmother is angry. Even if you don't want to buy it for me, you have to think about Brother Haoqi. It's not easy for him to earn money."

"Although the Wu family is not short of money, as a wife, she should help her husband increase income and reduce expenditure."

Long Jianjia knew exactly what Ms. Mei cared about, so she escalated the conflict to the Wu family's finances.

She was determined to make Song Qintang pay back a hundredfold for the grievances she had suffered.

Ms. Mei is someone who cares most about money and status, but now that she has been punished by Wu Lihu, she has no money left.

Hearing that Long Jianjia had lost face and suffered injustice, she was unwilling to let Song Qintang off the hook.