The Secret of Second Marriage

President Jiang said, "It won't happen again next time, Man, I promise you."

I chose to forgive President Jiang this time, and then wiped away my tears.

Mr. Jiang had lunch with me.

He said he had already handled some of the company's business in the past few days, and that he planned to hand over the management of the company to Vice President Jiang Hao during his absence.

Jiang Hao is his cousin.

They grew up together, and he trusted him a lot.

I asked Mr. Jiang, "Are you really planning to drive with me to Tibet? It's quite dangerous on the road." Mr. Jiang, you don't need to be so brave; I can go by myself.

I've seen many posts online about divorced women going on road trips. There's one woman in her 50s who, while traveling, also runs a social media account. She's been all over the country and to various places; she's very brave, and I admire her.

"Don't envy others, Man. You can do it too. Actually, you don't need to feel guilty. In the past 10 years of starting my business, I have always kept myself on a very tight nerve, working every day and never taking a day off."

I suddenly felt tired and wanted to go for a walk, but for so many years no one had accompanied me. This was a great opportunity.

President Jiang suddenly said.

We chatted for a while, discussing our travel itinerary and the equipment we would buy.

When President Jiang heard that I had bought a lot of cooking utensils, thermal underwear, and some medicines, he was surprised.

He took out a bank card from his wallet and handed it to me, saying, "Man, I'm a gentleman, so let me show some chivalry and reimburse you for all these things you bought."

I looked at him and said, "No need, it's only a few thousand yuan, Mr. Jiang... I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not the kind of woman who holds grudges. Have you packed your things?"

"Um"

Mr. Jiang said he brought down jackets, gloves, boots, a tent, a lure fishing rod, and some outdoor gear.

He was talking about some big brands that I had never heard of, but I knew they were very expensive.

After we finished eating, we went to Mr. Jiang's house to help him pack his luggage, because we planned to leave early the next morning.

In the evening, President Jiang cooked a delicious meal.

We chatted while we ate.

President Jiang asked me, "Have you found the woman who impersonated you?"

I shook my head and said, "No. Today I went to see my ex-husband and Yang Yufei to confront them and find out what really happened."

But my ex-husband Xue Fan is an absolute scumbag; you can't get a single honest word out of him. Besides, he's been constantly trying to appease Yang Yufei, so I doubt she'll break up with him.

After dinner, Mr. Jiang suddenly said to me, "Man, we're leaving early tomorrow morning. Tonight, I want to go out for some fresh air. Can you come with me?"

"it is good"

President Jiang also owns a dog, which usually stays at a friend's house, but today he brought the dog with him.

It was a Shiba Inu; it was very gentle and friendly to people.

I don't know why, but that Shiba Inu had a strange feeling of familiarity with me the moment it saw me.

He pounced on me and kept sniffing me, making "hmm" and "hum" sounds as if trying to be friendly.

I asked Mr. Jiang, "Is your dog usually this friendly to strangers?"

President Jiang shook his head, then suddenly said mysteriously, "No, Lingdang is usually very aloof and rarely pays attention to people, but she is very special to you."

"A dog resembles its owner, right?"

I just smiled casually at the time and didn't think much of it. Later I found out that the dog was a puppy that he and she had picked up and raised together.

There are so many stories between them.

It was raining outside late at night. When Mr. Jiang and I went out together, we drove out of the community and looked at the cold, wet road surface and sewers.

I suddenly felt like I had stepped into a horror movie scene.

In this kind of weather, I prefer to stay at home, with the air conditioning on, sitting by the window, eating fruit, drinking a cup of hot tea, and watching my favorite TV series, rather than going out for a stroll.

But President Jiang really wants to go out for a walk tonight.

Having known him for so long, I always felt that he was hiding a secret.

I called my daughter and asked her what she was doing.

My daughter replied that she was reading a book with her classmates, a comic book.

I told my daughter to always carry her phone watch with her so she can call me and remember to let me know she's safe every day.

My daughter, Tangtang, said sweetly, "Mommy, I miss you. Come back to see me soon!"

"it is good"

I felt much more at ease after confirming that my daughter was at Sister Juan's house.

President Jiang drove me to a very famous cemetery near Babaoshan. I heard that many wealthy people like to be buried there because the feng shui is quite good.

Can you imagine? Going up the mountain to sweep the tombs late at night on a rainy day.

I stared blankly at the countless steps and streetlights for a moment.

President Jiang rarely smokes, but this time, he lit a cigarette.

I suddenly felt that President Jiang seemed somewhat helpless and lonely at that moment.

He finished his cigarette, smiled at me, and said gently, "Man, wait for me in the car. I have something I want to talk to her about."

"who is she?"

I asked.

President Jiang said, "She is a very important person to me. She is almost the closest person to me in the world."

I thought that person was his relative. Suddenly, Shen Xing came to mind. Everyone has unspeakable secrets and worries.

Shen Xing's mother left when she was very young.

I think Shen Xing must miss his mother a lot.

The person that President Jiang is paying tribute to must be someone very important to him and in his life.

This version of President Jiang is different from his usual aloof self. He seems to have gained some worldly attachments and human warmth.

I nodded and asked, "Mr. Jiang, shall I go up with you..."

"No need, Man, it's too empty and cold upstairs. You can stay in the car. I'll be right back..."

He carried a bottle of red wine and took a bouquet of flowers out of the trunk. I glanced at it and suddenly realized that the bouquet was exactly the same as the one he had given me today—a bouquet of pale daisies.

Why would he send me the exact same flowers? Doesn't he think that's unlucky?

I had many questions in my mind, but I didn't ask them because I felt that President Jiang was sad right now, and I'm not a woman who holds grudges, so I didn't want to bother him with such trivial matters.

Mr. Jiang was worried about my safety, so he locked the car doors and then went to the cemetery area inside the park. There were many cemeteries there, row upon row, and I heard that there were many martyrs there.

There are also many shops selling wreaths in this area, and they are still open late at night.

I didn't feel scared at all; on the contrary, I felt a deep sense of peace.

The wind outside was cold, and the icy rain pounded on the ground. President Jiang stayed for half an hour before coming down. I don't know what he was saying to that relative.

For half an hour, I sat in the car in a daze until almost 11 p.m. When Mr. Jiang got in the car, his face was red from the cold, and he drove me back.

Looking back now, it was really a bold thing to go to sweep a tomb with a man in the middle of the night.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Shen Xing calling.

I guess he didn't receive my call when I called him before, but he saw it now, so he called me back.

But I still felt a little guilty answering Shen Xing's call in front of President Jiang.

I told myself that we are just friends now, that there is nothing ambiguous between me and Shen Xing, and that we have already made things clear between us.

He went to Hengdian to film a movie, and we haven't had much contact since.

I asked Shen Xing, "Is something wrong?"

Shen Xing said, "Man, I've arrived in Hengdian. I went for a makeup test today, and the director and producer were quite satisfied. They think I'm quite suitable for this role."

However, I'm a newcomer, I don't have an assistant or an agency, so for now I can only rely on myself.

My phone is usually off when I'm filming, and I rarely answer calls, so I missed your call today. Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

"It's nothing, I just wanted to let you know that I went to Tibet."

I say.

Shen Xing remained silent for a long time before finally saying to me, "Have a safe journey!"

"You too, take good care of yourself."

After I said that, I realized we had nothing more to say to each other.

In the end, I was the one who hung up the phone.

As Mr. Jiang drove, he asked me, "Who is it?"

"A friend, Mr. Jiang, are you checking up on things?"

I suddenly started joking.

President Jiang's expression was particularly serious, and he said in a pleasant voice, "Man, I hope that you only have eyes for me and in your heart, otherwise I will be jealous."

Uh……

And what about you, Mr. Jiang? Is the person in your heart really me?

I always felt that you were hiding a secret.

But I didn't say those words aloud; instead, I whispered, "Okay."

President Jiang smiled after hearing my promise.

We got back after midnight.

I spent the night with Mr. Jiang. After showering and changing into my pajamas, we got into bed. Suddenly, Mr. Jiang pulled me into his arms, kissed my forehead, and said, "Man, goodnight."

"Good night"

I put my calves on his long legs, turned to the side and hugged his waist, listened to his breathing, smelled his pleasant scent, and fell asleep.

The next morning, early in the morning, after washing my face and brushing my teeth.

President Jiang drove a black SUV, very low-key and impressive. The name seemed to be Land Rover, a luxury car worth millions, exuding a rugged and unrestrained toughness.

I was surprised when I saw the car. Mr. Jiang said he had picked up the new car specifically for this trip.

As expected, President Jiang is indeed very wealthy and powerful.

A working-class person like me might never be able to afford a car like this in my entire life.

Mr. Jiang helped me move all the tools I had prepared, my luggage, and the daily necessities I had bought into the trunk of the car. He also brought some of his company's documents, project contracts, computer software, and hard drives.

It's true that he said he was going to Tibet to discuss a project.

At 8 a.m., Mr. Jiang, dressed in a black casual tracksuit and wearing a Canada Goose down jacket, looked particularly handsome and dashing. He drove with me to the service area.

He stopped at a gas station next to the service area and filled up his car.

He looked at me and smiled, saying, "We'll be on the highway soon, Man, let's go get some breakfast."

Around 9 o'clock, we went to a breakfast shop, had some porridge, pancakes, and steamed buns, and then got in the car to prepare for our trip.

Travel is a relaxing and enjoyable experience for everyone.

I suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation and longing. For so many years I have been trapped in the mundane life of daily necessities. I have never been so brave as to leave my familiar environment, people and things and go to a strange place to start over.

Nobody there knows me, so I can do what I want and say what I want without caring about the opinions of acquaintances.

I can enjoy the scenery along the way, take photos, and relax.