The Secret of Second Marriage

After filling up the gas tank, we set off. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery rushing past as we drove by.

Mr. Jiang and I are about to embark on a trip.

The car was playing soft music called "My Classmate," which reminded me of my student days.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I asked Mr. Jiang, "Have you ever been to Tibet? I've heard that the sky there is exceptionally blue, the mountains are incredibly high, and it's far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world, allowing one to find inner peace."

President Jiang said, "This is also my first time going to Tibet. When I travel before, I like to go to the south to see the sea."

I noticed that President Jiang has a certain obsession with the sea, and I couldn't help but wonder if he must have gone to see the sea with someone in the past.

President Jiang said that we would be driving on National Highway 318 on this trip, which is the most beautiful highway in China.

I suddenly felt very excited, as if this were an escape and elopement.

I don't know what I'll be like when I come back from this trip, but I do know that my life has gained another significant chapter.

On the first day, we planned to drive to Chengdu and then take the Sichuan-Tibet Highway to National Highway 318.

We passed through many service areas along the way and didn't arrive in Chengdu until it was almost dark.

Around 8 o'clock, Mr. Jiang and I had hot pot, and then went shopping in the city center together in the evening.

Around 9 a.m., the city lights were dim and the atmosphere was bustling with activity.

The bustling commercial pedestrian street is filled with couples, commuters, and families of three or four with their children.

As Mr. Jiang and I walked the streets of Chengdu, I suddenly remembered a folk song called "The Little Tavern in Chengdu".

Chengdu has hot pot, Sichuan opera face-changing performances, and giant pandas.

Other places, such as commercial streets and supermarkets, are very similar to those in Beijing.

Mr. Jiang and I held hands, just like an ordinary couple, strolling down the street.

The night wind felt a bit cool on my face. At the traffic light intersection, there were quite a few barbecue and skewer restaurants.

We went to a night market that was quite crowded. It had a large supermarket, shopping mall, beauty salon, and cinema.

President Jiang asked me what gift I wanted?

He had already planned to give me a gift in every city he visited.

I thought for a moment and said, "I want a dress, the most beautiful dress in the whole city, preferably red."

President Jiang laughed: "Man, how old are you? Why do you still act like a little girl?"

I said, "I'm making up for the regrets of my childhood."

I told President Jiang that my childhood was one of hardship due to lack of food and drink.

Although both my parents are civil servants, they are very sexist.

Moreover, the policies were very strict back then. My mother had a hard time getting pregnant with my younger brother, and she hid in the countryside for a year before returning to work after giving birth to him.

I was taught from a young age to give way to my younger brother; all the good chicken legs and other treats in the house went to him.

When I was in school, I always wore my older cousins' hand-me-downs.

My brother, however, never lacks new clothes.

My mom really dislikes me. She says I'm just a girl who can't carry on the family line, so what's the point of spending so much of the family's money?

I remember wearing faded clothes for three whole years in high school. When we took graduation photos, I was very envious of the new clothes that my classmates had put together.

What I wanted most back then was a beautiful red dress.

After hearing this, President Jiang felt very sorry for me.

He said, "Man, with me around, you'll never lack pretty dresses."

"it is good"

I laughed, and tears silently streamed down my face.

I was deeply moved. After hearing what President Jiang said to me, I suddenly felt that the conflicted little girl who had always lived deep inside me had found a lot of peace at that moment.

Mr. Jiang took me to the largest shopping plaza in Chengdu. The pedestrian street was lined with boutique women's clothing stores, and all of them were high-end women's clothing with considerable value. Any one or two pieces would cost thousands of yuan.

Chengdu truly lives up to its reputation as a fashion capital.

Mr. Jiang and I went shopping at a fashion store and finally found a silk rose red maxi dress that I liked.

This red dress is very pretty; it has a ladylike feel, like a summer rose.

After I put it on, I let my long black hair down, and I looked uniquely beautiful with a sense of sophistication.

I rarely wear such stunning clothes.

President Jiang said, "It's very beautiful."

I said, "I like it very much."

Mr. Jiang was very gentlemanly; he discreetly had the waiter wrap up the dress and paid by card.

The price of the dress is 3800.

He said, "We're still missing a pair of white high heels. Man, let's go pick some out."

"it is good"

I say.

Mr. Jiang took me to the shoe market. After browsing around, he picked out a pair of white sheepskin high heels in size 37. They were particularly elegant and beautiful.

Selling price 5000.

I went over and asked if I could get a discount.

The sales clerk glanced at me, smiled, and said, "Sorry, we don't offer discounts on our products."

The quality of our shoes speaks for itself; this is a major brand like GUCCI.

"Honey, I believe your husband would be willing to spend money on you."

It was then that I realized we had entered a luxury brand store.

I said, "Mr. Jiang, let's forget about it. It's inconvenient to bring these things on a trip. Let's talk about it later."

"Buy comics if you like them. There aren't that many regrets in life."

President Jiang said.

He still insisted on paying for the shoes for me.

When we came out with the gifts, Mr. Jiang said, "Man, I hope you're happy."

"President Jiang, you are truly a very, very good man."

I say.

We walked hand in hand back to the hotel. I was laying out a red carpet in the lobby on the first floor, and it felt like walking into a wedding hall.

Back in my room, after taking a shower, I saw the gifts on the sofa: a beautiful red dress and a pair of expensive shoes.

My heart began to awaken, feeling torment and the emptiness of my emotions.

My ex-husband wasn't a romantic person. He was incredibly attentive and accommodating when he was pursuing me, but after he won me over, he became indifferent.

In 10 years of marriage, he has only bought me flowers once, and has almost never bought me gifts.

He gives me 5000 yuan a month for household expenses, including water, electricity, property management fees, and food expenses. I am careful with my money and rarely spend it recklessly.

My clothes and shoes are all T-shirts that cost around ten yuan, and shoes and pants that cost several tens of yuan, all bought from Pinduoduo.

I became a housewife who lived a simple life, working diligently and thriftily.

I had almost forgotten that I used to be a girl who loved beauty, dressing up, and being free and romantic.

But my husband cheated on me with another woman and betrayed our marriage.

Despite being such a scumbag, I ended up staying alone in an empty house for him, suffering from insomnia every day, and almost became a bitter woman.

Looking back now, it really wasn't worth it at all.

I don't know why, but I inexplicably took a picture of the gift that President Jiang gave me and posted it on my WeChat Moments.

Perhaps at that moment my vanity was at play; I wanted to tell the whole world that even though I was divorced, there was still a wonderful man pursuing me.

After I finished posting on WeChat Moments, I saw President Jiang walk over with a glass of red wine while I was on the sofa.

He said, "It's a long night, just the two of us, a man and a woman alone, how about we have a drink?"

"it is good"

I glanced at President Jiang, and my heart felt like it was on fire.

It's said that women are like wolves at 30 and like tigers at 40.

Mr. Jiang is about my age, with the face of a mature man. He has a special charm that makes me blush and my heart race.

He was tall and thin, with bright, piercing eyes, fair skin, large eyes, a high nose, and thin lips; he was exceptionally handsome.

After we finished drinking, we went back to the bedroom. He said that I hadn't been with a woman for many years.

I asked him, "Is it because you have high standards that you haven't met the right person yet?"

But after asking, I regretted my slip of the tongue. If President Jiang has high standards, why would he be interested in a divorced woman like me?

President Jiang said, "Man, this is my private matter. Actually, my family isn't as happy as you all imagine."

Although my family is very wealthy, my parents separated when I was very young, and I have always lived with my grandparents.

My grandfather passed away when I was 10 years old, and my grandmother's health also deteriorated.

She developed Alzheimer's disease and forgot many people and many things, but she never forgot me.

We lived in a hutong back then. Every time I came home from school, she would hide a piece of candy in her pocket and secretly save it for me to eat.

Once, my grandma got lost.

I searched for her for a long time and finally found her on the street.

Grandma cried and said, "I was picking my eldest grandson up from school, but I couldn't find my way home..."

That's when I realized I needed to start my own business so that I could give my grandmother a good life when I had money in the future.

In short, I've been very busy all these years, using work to numb myself. I haven't had the time or the inclination to be in a relationship!

"Mr. Jiang, would you have time to take me to see your grandmother?"

I asked.

Mr. Jiang said, "Okay, but my grandmother is almost 80 years old. Her memory is very poor. I'll take you to see her when I have time."

"Um"

I nodded, telling myself that no matter what, it was a good sign.

President Jiang was willing to introduce me to his family and his social circle.

That night, Mr. Jiang and I had a few drinks, and our faces were a little flushed. We glanced at each other, and as adults, we tacitly knew what was about to happen...

Mr. Jiang and I have been suppressing our feelings for far too long.

He swept me up from the sofa and carried me back to the bedroom. He took off my clothes and discovered that I was wearing a pink, sexy camisole underneath. A look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

He kissed me passionately.

He stroked and kissed my face, my fair neck, my collarbone, and... everything.

I felt my face burning, my body burning, and I was trembling uncontrollably. My mouth was very dry. I felt like a fish being tightly held and kneaded in his hand, being swayed.

I mumbled, "President Jiang, come on."

He suddenly pulled back the covers and hugged me tightly. I rolled around in front of him like a white dove trembling all over.

Desire and excitement clouded his judgment, and he kissed her...

I felt like a little bird, flying continuously with his movements, feathers falling, mouth dry, sweating profusely—it was exhilarating.

Everything was so perfect, like a dream.

When we see each other, we can't bear to look away from each other's eyes; it's a collision of souls.

"Can we...can we get an answer?"

I asked President Jiang.

President Jiang said, "Yes, it will happen, Man."

This is the first time I've felt a man love me, the kind of love that's special, a physical attraction and affection.

I cried.

……

The next morning, I received a call from my ex-husband. When I saw the familiar phone number he had called a couple of days ago on the screen, I felt a sense of disgust.

The more a woman has been loved, the more she can feel the coldness and indifference she felt when she was not loved.

My ex-husband never loved me. He married me to be a housewife, but he cheated on me with other women and wouldn't even touch me.

How can someone like that be considered to be in love?

I'm speechless. Why did he call me?

But after thinking it over, I answered the phone and asked, "What's up?"

Xue Fan gave a soft "hello" from the other end of the line, then said to me, "Jiang Man, where are you?"