The Secret of Second Marriage

Juan and I met again at an afternoon tea cafe.

Juan gave me a warm hug as soon as we met, and then said to me, "Now I finally understand that being a mistress is actually quite tiring. Pretending to be gentle, understanding, and considerate to men all day long, providing them with all sorts of emotional support, is really sick!"

I said, "Juan, hang in there! At least for now, we can't afford to completely break off relations. If we do, we'll be playing right into the mistress's hands."

"Yes, I know what I'm doing."

Juan said, "It's really hard to pretend. I feel like throwing up when I see my husband's face."

I originally thought that after all these years, he kept saying he loved me and couldn't live without me, so he still had some feelings for me.

But he turned around and kept a mistress outside, spending money on her lavishly, and they even had an illegitimate daughter.

I had someone check his business trip records, and it turns out he spends far more time in Sanya each year than he does with me and my daughter.

Now he's even brought his mistress to Beijing, to teach at a top elementary school. With that kind of moral character, what can she possibly teach? Teaching students to cheat—it's disgusting.

"What does the mistress look like? Let me see."

I say.

Juan scrolled through her phone for a while and found a photo of Ju Xiaoya at work. She was wearing a white shirt and a suit, and looked gentle, kind, dignified and elegant. To be honest, if you met her on the street, you would never know that she was a mistress.

As expected, mistresses have their own level of sophistication.

The mistress I met, Yang Yufei, was a typical vixen—shrewish, cunning, selfish, shameless, mean, and ruthless.

She has a small V-shaped face, big fox-like eyes, a slender and sexy figure, and is remarkably young and beautiful.

She looks just like Li Xiaolu; she's the kind of captivating, alluring enchantress who's born to seduce men.

A woman like this is so unfaithful that even a wife can tell at a glance she's a vixen.

But women like Ju Xiaoya, who are intellectual, elegant, gentle, and seemingly harmless, are often the most deeply hidden mistresses.

She can easily win a man's heart.

I think Ju Xiaoya, the mistress, is actually more difficult to deal with than Yang Yufei, the other mistress.

"She doesn't look like a mistress at all."

I gave my evaluation.

Juan said, "Is that right? Anyone who looks at her would think she's a good person. I met this homeroom teacher when I took Tangtang to school to complete the enrollment procedures. She speaks softly and is dressed very appropriately and elegantly."

I honestly couldn't tell she was the other woman. I even added her on WeChat with such enthusiasm back then. Now I just want to say I shot myself in the foot!

We sat in the coffee shop for a long time, discussing our strategy. Juan said she didn't want to alert the mistress and wanted to find out what kind of personality she had before making any moves.

Anyway, there's one thing: this marriage is definitely over. The thing she hates most in her life is a man who schemes against her.

After Juan finished talking to me about the mistress, as she was leaving, she seemed to remember something and said to me: "Man, men are unreliable. When the relationship is good, they are all lovey-dovey, full of sweet words, and they would give you their life."

When things aren't going well in a relationship, who knows what kind of schemes might be plotting against you behind your back?

I went back to my parents' house today. My dad told me that a new housing development in Beijing is about to open for sale.

As you know, the real estate business has been sluggish in recent years, and housing prices have fallen a lot, but Beijing is a first-tier city, and housing prices remain high.

If you want to buy, I can help you get an insider price, a 6% discount, which is more than 5000 yuan cheaper per square meter. If you want it, I'll talk to my dad and reserve a very nice house for you.

No matter what, we women should still have a home of our own.

Juan was originally the daughter of a real estate tycoon. Her father and brother had a very large business. A few years ago, when the real estate market was booming, they bought houses, shops, and gold and silver jewelry all over the country and made a fortune.

She has inside information and offers insider pricing, which is already a very attractive discount.

I can save hundreds of thousands of yuan by buying a house. I am very grateful to Juan for always thinking of me no matter what good things happen.

I said, "Juan, thank you for thinking of me in everything, but the housing prices in Beijing are too expensive. A single apartment costs five or six million. Even if I save every penny, I still can't afford to buy a house."

My career is just starting out, and I just want to focus on building it steadily, one step at a time. Buying a house can wait.

"Man, this time the opening is the third phase of Junlan Eco-City, which is quite close to the subway station in the city center. Buy it, that property is really good, the transportation is convenient, and there are supermarkets, primary schools and high schools nearby."

If I miss this opportunity, I don't know when I'll have another chance.

If you don't have enough money, I can lend it to you. I'm sure you'll be able to pay me back later!

Juan said.

I said, "Let me think about it."

What I was thinking was, I wonder if Mr. Jiang and I could make it to the end.

If Mr. Jiang is willing to take me to meet his parents, sincerely date me, truly love me, and is willing to marry me, then I plan to postpone the matter of the house for now.

……

After Juan and I finished our afternoon tea, we took a taxi back to that neighborhood.

I made dinner for President Jiang at home.

President Jiang is working overtime in his study upstairs.

After I finished cooking, I took the elevator upstairs, unlocked it with my fingerprint, and went to his house.

"President Jiang, have you eaten?"

I asked.

"not yet"

President Jiang answered me, his voice still magnetic and particularly charming.

He sat at the computer desk in his study, his fingers on the keyboard, staring blankly at the screen for a moment.

Suddenly, the mailbox on the screen beeped, and an envelope popped up from overseas.

Signed Xia Weiwei.

She said she was going back to China to attend Wang Hao and Lin Yan's wedding.

I sensed that President Jiang seemed a little dazed. The dim light in the study illuminated his face, making him look so cold and handsome.

He saw the email, but when he saw me, he made up his mind and deleted it with a single click.

I walked over, feeling a bit relaxed, and asked, "President Jiang, what's wrong? You seem distracted."

Mr. Jiang replied, "Man, work has been quite tedious lately, but things will be fine once this project is finished."

"Then don't overwork yourself."

I placed the fried crucian carp, corn stewed with pork ribs, stir-fried broccoli, and steamed rice in front of him in a stainless steel insulated container.

I said, "I made it, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"After eating out so much, I still think your home-cooked meals are the best. They taste like home."

After tasting the braised crucian carp I made, President Jiang suddenly remarked with emotion.

I was about to blurt out, "If you like it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

But I ultimately didn't say those words because I felt I didn't want President Jiang to treat me like a maid who did laundry and cooked.

I said, "President Jiang, I wouldn't cook for just anyone. It's only for you; I wouldn't cook for anyone else."

"Man, you're so kind!"

President Jiang said.

I looked at President Jiang. He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants with striped ties. He had black hair, deep and sharp features, and a mature and steady demeanor.

After finishing dinner, President Jiang went to the kitchen to wash the lunchbox before handing it to me. He said, "Wang Hao is getting married in two days. He wants to take wedding photos and choose wedding supplies tomorrow, which is the weekend."

"Man, he's my best brother. I want to help him out. Are you free? If you are, come with me. We'll eat out tomorrow. Wang Hao and his fiancée are treating."

"it is good"

I say.

President Jiang was overjoyed: "Really, Man, you're so wonderful!"

I don't know why, but I always felt that President Jiang had an unusual emotion towards Wang Hao's wedding, which was a bit different from his usual self.

I suspect that he and his best friend both fell in love with the same woman, Lin Yan. Watching the woman he loved marry his best friend must have been very painful for him.

Could the mysterious woman whose part of Mr. Jiang was cut off in the photo be Lin Yan? Then what am I to him?

However, after Lin Yan got married, she probably had no further connection with President Jiang.

I suddenly felt a little relieved. Everyone has a past relationship. I wasn't dating President Jiang from the beginning. I've also been divorced and had relationships before.

The relationships between adult men and women are not as simple as those on campus; they are always mixed with real-world conflicts of interest and various human calculations.

I suddenly became very curious about Lin Yan's true nature. What kind of woman is she?

……

The next day, in March, the ornamental apricot blossoms in the green belt bloomed, their light pink hues dotting the green trees and bringing warmth and brightness to the spring.

People were coming and going on the bus.

Spring has arrived before we knew it.

I feel that even the air and sunlight have become much gentler.

After having breakfast around 8 a.m., Mr. Jiang and I drove to the wedding dress shop to meet the rumored bride-to-be, Lin Yan.

When Wang Hao saw me, he said very politely to Lin Yan, "Honey, let me introduce you. This is President Jiang's girlfriend, Jiang Man, who used to be our company's accountant. Isn't she beautiful?"

Lin Yan was a little surprised when she saw my face, then smiled and said, "Miss Jiang has a very beautiful face. No wonder President Jiang wants you as his girlfriend."

She spoke in a very mysterious way.

I greeted her and said, "Congratulations! I heard you're getting married. I wish you both a long and happy marriage."

"Thanks"

Lin Yan smiled, but her attitude towards me wasn't particularly warm; in fact, it carried a hint of rejection.

Wang Hao is a notorious playboy in our company, and his values ​​are completely different from those of President Jiang.

Mr. Jiang is the kind of guy with good family upbringing. He doesn't smoke, drink, or go to entertainment venues.

He believes that a man should first stabilize his career, and if he has a girlfriend, he should be devoted to her and take responsibility for her.

Wang Hao is a playboy who advocates dating extensively before marriage and having fun before getting married.

So, during my years at the company, I heard all sorts of rumors about the company's vice president, Wang Hao...

He's been dating several girls at our front desk. Every weekend, he disappears and can't be called back; he's out traveling and dating with those girls.

I always thought he would enjoy being single and wouldn't easily get married, but I never expected that he would get married before President Jiang.

Lin Yan is an exceptionally sexy and beautiful woman.

Her hips were particularly round and super sexy. I don't know if it was because she was wearing heavy makeup, but she had a kind of mixed European and American look.

She works for a large cosmetics company. Therefore, she's very good at dressing up, applying makeup, and speaks excellent English.

As the best man and maid of honor, Mr. Jiang and I also chose our own outfits.

I chose a light purple tulle dress, which wouldn't overshadow my outfit and would subtly enhance my quiet and beautiful temperament.

Wang Hao and Lin Yan looked exceptionally beautiful and well-matched after their makeup was done.

I noticed that President Jiang wasn't interested in Lin Yan. Lin Yan came out in a white wedding dress, looking like a goddess descending to earth, but President Jiang was still replying to customer messages on his phone and didn't even glance at her.

Could it be that President Jiang's former sweetheart was not Lin Yan?

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Our group drove the makeup artists and photographers from Changsha to the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace to shoot outdoor scenes.

Watching Lin Yan and Wang Hao take wedding photos hand in hand, I felt a deep sense of emotion. It's been almost 10 years since I graduated from university, and I've gone from a 20-year-old girl to a 30-year-old mature woman.

I once struggled alongside my ex-husband, endured many hardships in this city, owned a house and a car, and even walked down the aisle. But my husband cheated on me with another woman.

I have nothing left now.

I have President Jiang by my side, but will President Jiang and I ever have the day to take wedding photos and get married?