The Secret of Second Marriage

"What does it matter to you where I am?"

I gave a cold laugh.

Xue Fan suddenly said, "I want to eat the steamed eggplant you used to make for me. Honey, I kind of regret getting a divorce. I think I still love you."

Are you crazy?

When I heard my ex-husband say he loved me, I couldn't help but laugh. Holding my phone, I asked him, "I think you have a split personality. Have you forgotten what you did to me? You forced me to leave with nothing. We just got divorced in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and you're already showing off your love with your mistress in front of me, saying you're going to take wedding photos."

"You're the most shameless man I've ever met. What right do you have to say you love me? Your love is worthless, Xue Fan. What are you plotting this time?"

Xue Fan didn't react with anger like I was arguing. Instead, his voice was calm as he said, "I have had other women, but in my heart, the only wife I truly acknowledge is you! Jiang Man, when you came to my house to see Yang Yufei last time, was it because you were jealous?"

Do you still have feelings for me? And what was that red dress you posted on your WeChat Moments yesterday? What were you implying? Do you want me to pursue you again?

"Xue Fan, you're a pervert. Who would like a man like you? I was so stupid before, I was brainwashed, I was so naive to be with someone like you."

I'm doing very well now after the divorce, 1 times better than before.

I'm telling you, that red dress I wore yesterday was a gift from President Jiang. Now I can openly date, travel, and do whatever I want.

As for you, you scumbag, Yang Yufei is heavily pregnant, and you're still fooling around outside. You're truly despicable. I hope God takes you away soon and stops you from harming the world!

I was absolutely disgusted and couldn't bear to listen to it. I cannot accept that such a scumbag would toy with my intelligence and insult my personality and feelings like this.

I hung up the phone immediately and put it on airplane mode...

I glanced at the time; it was already past 8 a.m., and there was a faint glimmer of morning sunlight outside.

I pulled back the covers and saw that my body was covered in hickeys, which gave me an idea of ​​how wild we were last night.

I blushed instantly after just one glance, and felt incredibly tired, as if I had been beaten up, with every bone in my body aching as if it were about to fall apart.

When President Jiang saw that I had gotten up, he told me not to get up, and that he would make me breakfast.

Looking at his tall figure, I obediently agreed and stayed in bed, not playing on my phone, but instead finding a book to read.

The book is titled *Love in the Time of Cholera*.

This book was on the bookshelf in the hotel living room, and I took it to my bedroom last night.

I read the first few chapters. It's a classic masterpiece. I heard this book is quite famous; it's about love.

Where is my love? Could it be President Jiang?

I don't know, but what I do know is that my love with Xue Fan has long since vanished.

I was reading a book, listening to the gurgling sound of President Jiang boiling eggs in hot water, and the sounds of frying eggs and sausages.

How peaceful, how ordinary, how mundane, yet how blissful it all felt.

For a moment, I felt like we were a married couple on a trip together, and still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship.

Mr. Jiang, you've prepared breakfast. You told me that if I don't want to eat, I can eat it in bed.

I said I wanted to sleep a little longer and get up at 10 o'clock.

I used to be a workaholic. Whether I was a housewife or working hard in the workplace, I always got up very early, usually around 5 a.m.

But now that I'm traveling, all I want to do is relax, let my soul wander, do what I want to do, eat what I want to eat, and sleep until I want to wake up.

Life is neither long nor short, just over 30,000 days, and I've already used up nearly a third of it. In the remaining days of my travels, I want to be romantic and indulge myself once in a while...

Anyway, nobody knows me.

Mr. Jiang moved a small table to the bed and then carefully arranged the breakfast he had made for me.

A boiled egg, a fried bacon and sausage, shrimp, tomatoes wrapped in lettuce, bread slices, served with some blueberry jam and a glass of milk.

I peeled the eggshell with my hands and took a bite; it was a runny egg, about 8% cooked.

I casually mentioned while eating at the company cafeteria that I don't like stewed eggs, I only like boiled eggs, and I prefer eggs with runny yolks that are 8% cooked.

I never expected that President Jiang would remember this little hobby of mine…

How can I describe this feeling of being valued? I feel like I'm truly placed in a very important place in a man's heart, and he's afraid I might get hurt or damaged, so he cherishes and protects me especially.

Mr. Jiang transferred a red envelope to me containing 52000 yuan.

He said, "Man, accept the red envelope after you finish breakfast."

"it is good"

I said softly.

If I were in my twenties, I definitely wouldn't have accepted Mr. Jiang's red envelope.

Because at that time I was particularly reserved and aloof, if President Jiang gave me money, I would even feel that he was insulting my feelings.

But now I'm a woman in my thirties, and I understand the importance of money.

I'm no longer as aloof and detached from worldly affairs as before. I cherish every penny because I know that when I was abandoned by my ex-husband with my child, and you left home with nowhere to go, the only thing that could save my daughter and me was money.

Without money, you'll be sleeping on the streets; without money, you can't even afford a decent piece of clothing; without money, if your child goes to school or gets sick, you'll be frantic, wishing you could take every penny out of your pocket and spend it on your daughter.

I've experienced the hardship of being broke, so I don't intend to refuse Mr. Jiang's red envelope, as long as he gives it to me willingly.

Ha, I thought to myself, when did I, Jiang Man, become such a vulgar and materialistic woman?

Perhaps every woman will eventually grow up.

No one can remain aloof and arrogant forever; everyone must eventually bow to reality and compromise.

The room was playing light music from "Swan Lake," a song that President Jiang loved to listen to when he was studying abroad.

The beautiful melody is intoxicating…

As I ate breakfast, I felt that this short trip had nourished my soul like sweetness, silently healing the wounds I had suffered in my previous marriage.

I had a good appetite and finished the breakfast prepared by President Jiang. I wiped my mouth with a tissue.

Mr. Jiang took the dining table and tableware away, washed them, and put them in the tableware cabinet in the hotel room kitchen. Then he went to bed in his pajamas and stayed with me in bed. He said he also wanted to sleep in.

I feel that this side of President Jiang is different from the one I usually see at the company... At the company, he is always aloof, sitting upright, and has a serious and unsmiling demeanor.

But in private, he's also a human being, an emotional being, who also sleeps in late and talks to me about company gossip.

I suddenly remembered Su Qingqing and asked President Jiang, "Do you still remember Su Qingqing?"

At first, Mr. Jiang didn't remember who I was talking about, but after remembering, he nodded and said, "She confessed her feelings to me, but I rejected her. I told her to focus less on things outside of work, and that I don't have any feelings for her."

Why?

I asked.

I'm actually a little curious, because a successful man like President Jiang should prefer young and beautiful girls, so why would he fall for a divorced woman like me?

I always felt that something was amiss when things seemed out of the ordinary.

President Jiang put his arm around me, glanced at me, and said, "Man, people have different magnetic fields. Some people feel like old friends the moment they meet, and they naturally want to get closer to each other."

Just like the first time I saw you, I felt that you looked like the type of woman I like.

But Xu Qingqing is different. She's a very proud, excellent, and somewhat childish girl. But she's not my type; I just find her annoying.

After she confessed her feelings to me and was rejected, the girl, who is also quite shy, resigned on her own initiative.

I tried to persuade her to stay, but she still insisted on resigning. She said that if she didn't resign, she wouldn't feel like working at the company every day with me around.

I recommended her to another large company in the industry, and I heard they're still in contact.

"That's good"

I nodded.

To be honest, I still care about that girl quite a bit. However, after seeing what she posted on her WeChat Moments, I realized that she quickly adapted to the new company environment.

She is very ambitious and hardworking, and she is doing exceptionally well at her new company.

I am happy for her.

I chatted with President Jiang for a while, and then he fell asleep holding me.

Although he comes from a wealthy family, he has always worked very hard in his career.

I have witnessed President Jiang's efforts over the years.

He single-handedly developed the company step by step, which was no easy feat. He often only slept five or six hours a day and had to travel to other places for meetings, research, and to accompany clients, among other things.

Let him sleep.

I leaned back comfortably and read Love in the Time of Cholera.

After watching for a while, I remembered President Jiang's red envelope, so I turned off airplane mode on my phone and connected to the mobile data network.

Soon, a series of messages popped up on WeChat.

I accepted Mr. Jiang's red envelope, which contained 52,000 yuan.

Juan saw the picture I posted on WeChat Moments and messaged me privately: "Ni, you're amazing! You just got divorced and already have men pursuing you, and they're giving you such a beautiful gift. You've really brought shame to us women!"

I replied to Juan, "Thank you, Juan."

Juan said, "Man, I actually think you've always been quite lucky. The first time I met you, I felt you had an extraordinary temperament. It's that kind of subtle elegance. I always felt you were destined to marry a very wealthy man; you have the face of a noblewoman."

"Man, Mr. Jiang and I went on a trip together."

I say.

Juan said, "Congratulations! Man, President Jiang is a nice guy. You should seize the opportunity and have a good relationship with him."

I said, "Hmm."

Juan is my best friend. She only has blessings for me and genuinely hopes that I am doing well.

I glanced at my WeChat Moments again and found that everyone else was filled with envy and jealousy, practically bubbling with sourness.

Several of my friends, who used to be housewives and whom I knew from working with my child in the same neighborhood, messaged me privately saying, "Man, how did you become so materialistic and vain, when you used to be such a kind and simple woman?"

I heard you went on a trip with a strange man. Could those thousands of dollars worth of luxury brands really buy you off?

"I'm divorced, and it's my freedom to date whomever I want. I don't need to report to you. Besides, I don't think there's anything wrong with me being vain or materialistic."

If you want to be a stay-at-home mom who looks haggard and asks for money all day, then go ahead and do it.

Anyway, I'm not willing. It's materialistic and money-worshipping. I want to earn lots and lots of money, I want men to treat me very, very well, and buy me expensive gifts. I don't want to suffer, sacrifice, or give anything!

I replied to her.

After I confronted him, he quickly said, "Man, I misunderstood. So you and your husband are divorced. Oh, I just heard that recently. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

I never imagined that a divorced woman like you would be so capable, actually finding such a wealthy man!

I don't want to talk to her anymore, so I just blocked her.

Anyway, my personality has changed. I'm no longer as timid and hesitant as before, afraid to offend anyone because of my pride. Now, if anyone annoys me, I just block them. Out of sight, out of mind.

On WeChat Moments, everything seemed calm until Zhang Yan suddenly contacted me.

She asked me, "Sister Man, it's been so long! I'm thinking of going out for bubble tea sometime?"

"Okay, but I'm traveling right now, let's talk about it later."

I replied to her.

"Okay, let's get together when you come back from your trip."

Zhang Yan said.

Zhang Yan was that female neighbor. I had a good impression of her, but at the same time, I felt sorry for her because her husband had a history of domestic violence.

I promised I'd bring you a gift when I got back.

After Mr. Jiang took a nap, we packed our bags, checked out of the hotel downstairs, and embarked on our journey again.