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

The divorce was held in the morning.

I moved my luggage at noon.

Song Qintang didn't have much luggage; one suitcase was enough to hold all her belongings for three years.

There were also three nannies standing at the door watching her pack her luggage.

Ms. Mei sat in the living room, with Long Jianjia standing beside her.

Even Wu Haoqi stared as she walked out of the room.

Clearly, they wouldn't let Song Qintang leave easily.

As they approached the living room, Ms. Mei gave her a look, and Zhao Ma reached out to stop her, asking Song Qintang to come over to the living room so that she could check on the lady again.

Song Qintang dragged her suitcase over, and Wu Haoqi glanced at the suitcase and the look in Song Qintang's eyes darkened.

Long Jianjia's smug expression turned into a tense clenching as she saw Wu Haoqi's reluctant and sad look.

Ms. Mei rolled her eyes, her tone anything but kind: "A penniless nobody dares to step on the Wu family's head. You're the one who wanted the divorce, and you're not taking anything from the Wu family with you."

Even if Song Qintang were given the Wu family's things, she wouldn't want them.

"You can open it and see what I took from the Wu family."

They already sent servants to guard her, and now they want to watch over her personally; they're just trying to make things difficult for her.

Now they don't even use the formal "you" anymore. Ms. Mei's face fell. What angered her most was not the divorce itself, but all the trouble that had been caused because of it.

As a result, she was also scolded by Wu Lihu.

It even dragged Jianjia down with it; she was cyberbullied and now doesn't even dare to leave her house.

"Open it!" Ms. Mei commanded.

The maid rummaged through Song Qintang's luggage, which she had just packed, and dumped it on the floor.

They shook each item out like trash and then threw them on the ground.

Looking at the clothes that had turned white from washing, Wu Haoqi felt a pang of sadness. Even though she had already pushed him to this point, she was still determined to divorce him.

What good days will I have after leaving him!

Seeing that nothing was found, Long Jianjia spoke up: "Godmother, although she didn't take anything from the Wu family, Miss Song has lived in the Wu family for three years. Shouldn't we check her before she checks out? If anything is broken, shouldn't we be compensated?"

Although it was a maid's room and the things inside weren't valuable, she just wanted to disgust Song Qintang.

Let her walk out of this door and never dare to come back in for the rest of her life.

Ms. Mei was jolted awake by these words. She suddenly stood up from the sofa, pointed at the maid, and said, "You're right. Go and check. Check every piece of furniture carefully and mark where it's been chipped or damaged."

After saying that, everyone followed Ms. Mei to the servants' quarters, and Song Qintang was also invited there.

Looking at Song Qintang's slender figure, Wu Haoqi's eyes were filled with confusion.

He suddenly remembered how refreshed Song Qintang looked when she left the courthouse this morning.

Is she really that happy to leave him?

He felt reluctant and resentful. She used to be the most hardworking and never cried or made a fuss when she was wronged. How could she have suddenly changed like this?

He couldn't even figure out when Song Qintang had changed.

These past three years have felt like a dream, and when I woke up, everything had changed.

The person who used to be his bedmate, who would endure any hardship for him, has left him.

He suddenly stood up, and Long Jianjia quickly pulled Wu Haoqi away: "Brother Haoqi, where are you going?"

Wu Haoqi glanced at Long Jianjia, whose eyes were still red and swollen, and whose neck bore the marks he had made. He hadn't vented his anger on her. "I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he pushed away Long Jianjia's hand.

Song Qintang stood at the door of the room, staring intently. In this maid's room where she had once lived, every piece of discarded furniture seemed exceptionally precious at this moment.

Ms. Mei stood inside with her arms crossed, supervising the maid to make sure that not a single corner was missed.

Song Qintang thought that even if it was an insult, it would only happen once.

Having endured three years, I don't care about this final push.

Wu Haoqi had walked up to her at some point, very close, his voice low and above her head, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Song Qintang didn't even look up. "No."

There was nothing left to say.

The breathing above quickened as the servants inside reported abrasions and dents...

Wu Haoqi felt uneasy. Looking at Song Qintang's calm face, he said, "If you don't want to pay for these things, that's fine too."

Wu Haoqi knew that everything here was unwanted by the Wu family, and it was only left here because it was broken.

Ms. Mei is just nitpicking.

But deep down he hoped Song Qintang wouldn't leave, and he was sure he could balance the relationship between the three of them.

He would treat Song Qintang much better in the future, if she just said the word.

"I'll pay for it! I'll pay for anything I broke!"

Song Qintang's words pierced Wu Haoqi's heart like a knife, shattering his last illusions. He sneered angrily, "That's right, you're richer than me now!"

The maid in the room had already checked everything and handed the list of documents to Ms. Mei.

Ms. Mei's tense expression eased slightly.

Holding the pawn, he walked into the living room with his head held high, stepping directly on the clothes scattered on the floor.

"Bang!" The bill was slammed on the table. "Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?" she demanded urgently.

Song Qintang frowned as she looked at Wu Haoqi. She silently brushed the dust off the clothes that had been scattered on the ground and put them into her suitcase.

"How does Ms. Mei want compensation?"

She wanted to see just how shameless a person could be.

"Hmph!" Ms. Mei scoffed. "One million!"

When she said that, even Wu Haoqi was shocked and his eyes widened.

These things aren't even worth a million new, and he felt that Ms. Mei had gone too far. He was about to speak up for Song Qintang.

Her voice, neither humble nor arrogant, rang out: "One million? Ms. Mei, this is calculated as depreciation based on new condition!"

Ms. Mei pondered her words and said, "Of course!"

Song Qintang held out her hand: "Give me the receipt!"

Receipts? Where are the receipts? Even if there were, she wouldn't take them out. This room is furnished for servants; what good things could she possibly buy here?

If we recycle it as scrap, we'll have to pay for the transportation.

"Are you not going to compensate me?" Ms. Mei picked up her phone to record a video. "You don't deserve to break things. I'll post this online so everyone can see how you, this shameless woman, are acting like a scoundrel in the Wu family."

Song Qintang smiled slightly at the camera: "Alright, then let everyone see who has to pay for furniture damages in a divorce?"

"They'll pay a million yuan in compensation for three years of living in servants' quarters. Post all of this online so the whole internet can see what kind of hearts the Wu family has!"

The Wu family scandal is still making headlines, and the Wu family is clearly in the wrong. If Ms. Mei were to actually post it, I estimate that within half an hour, the Wu family's front door would be covered in excrement by concerned netizens.

His spine will be broken every time he goes out in the future.

Wu Haoqi snatched Ms. Mei's phone away: "Mom, stop making a scene!"

"I'm making a fuss?" Ms. Mei glared at Wu Haoqi, looking aggrieved. "Have you forgotten how this woman hurt you?"

"You brought back such a vicious woman, let me tell you, she won't be leaving this room alive without suffering a terrible fate..."