The Secret of Second Marriage

I don't know why, but my heart started pounding as soon as I saw that beautiful woman. It felt like we were connected by fate.

Just a glimpse of his back.

She had an incredibly hot figure, long black hair, and was a beauty.

The moment President Jiang saw her, although he tried his best to appear calm and collected, he still turned pale and fainted in front of everyone.

"President Jiang, what's wrong?"

I quickly helped him up... There was a commotion in the crowd.

The groom, Wang Hao, rushed over and immediately drove his good friend to the hospital.

Those around him advised, "Wang Hao, today is your wedding day. President Jiang is feeling unwell and has fainted. You could just send one of your best men to take him to the hospital. Why do you have to go yourself? What will you say to the bride if you miss the auspicious time?"

"President Jiang is my best brother in this life. Why should I care about anything else? Human life is more important."

He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead. He was driving, and I was sitting in the back seat with Mr. Jiang in my arms, holding his hand. I felt very uneasy.

While driving, Wang Hao ran more than a dozen red lights in a row, muttering anxiously to himself, "Why did she come back from the US? I didn't know she hurt Ah Hui so deeply back then."

Honestly. I should have known better than to let her come to the wedding.

"Who is she? Does President Jiang love her very much?"

I asked suddenly.

While driving and rushing to save the person, Wang Hao didn't have time to think much and said directly, "I've only ever seen President Jiang shed tears for her once in my life."

"Yeah?"

I was instantly disheartened.

This long-standing speculation has finally been confirmed: it turns out that in President Jiang's heart, there is an unforgettable white moonlight.

The destructive power of the "white moonlight" is truly comparable to that of an atomic bomb.

Wang Hao noticed that something was wrong with my mood and suddenly remembered that I was now Jiang Hao's official girlfriend.

He explained a little embarrassedly, "Man, I'm sorry, don't take it to heart, I didn't mean it. But that's all in the past."

President Jiang's fainting today definitely wasn't because of her. It's probably because she's been staying up late and drinking too much these past few days while helping me prepare for the wedding, and her low blood pressure might have flared up...

Don't overthink this matter. President Jiang has already let it go and is looking forward. Otherwise, he wouldn't have settled down and started a serious relationship with you.

He really wants to marry you.

"Now is not the time to talk about these things."

I sighed softly, "Let's go to the hospital first and get him back. I hope President Jiang can get out of this dangerous situation soon."

"good……"

Wang Hao suddenly realized that I was a sensible woman.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the city hospital, Wang Hao slammed on the brakes, quickly opened the car door, and carried President Jiang into the operating room for emergency treatment.

I followed behind.

The footsteps clashed anxiously together; what I heard was the sound of dreams shattering.

I don't know when it started, but I no longer dare to look for true love. Those two words are too heavy. I'm over 30 years old, what's the point of talking about true love?

Others will only laugh at me for being foolish, naive, and simple-minded. In this materialistic and calculating era, everyone only cares about their own interests and needs. Who would really consider whether there is love or not?

It turns out that the woman President Jiang loved in his heart was not me.

He was willing to date me probably just because he felt we were a good match.

Nevertheless, I still consider Mr. Jiang the most trusted friend in my life, and I am sincerely grateful to him. Because he helped me when I was at my lowest and most helpless.

If I ever make a comeback and achieve great success, even if Mr. Jiang and I don't end up together, I will still consider him a benefactor on my life's journey and will never forget his kindness to me.

In the hospital ward, after examining him, the doctor said that President Jiang was overwhelmed by the emotional shock and his heart couldn't withstand the impact, causing him to faint. The doctor had already pinched his philtrum and given him an IV drip, and he should wake up soon.

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that President Jiang was alright. He received several phone calls urging him to return and continue the wedding ceremony.

He said goodbye to me and then left.

I stayed at the hospital and waited by Mr. Jiang's bedside for him to wake up. At 11:30 a.m., Mr. Jiang gradually regained consciousness, but he looked a little pale.

This is the only time in my life I've ever seen a man faint for a woman. It turns out that when men fall in love, it can be just as breathtaking.

I bought him a bowl of plain porridge at his hospital bedside and fed it to Mr. Jiang spoonful by spoonful.

Mr. Jiang chuckled sheepishly and said, "Man, I'm so sorry you had to see this today. It was supposed to be a good friend's wedding, but I couldn't attend. What a pity!"

"It's alright, Mr. Jiang. Before Wang Hao left, he told me to get some rest and not to worry about anything else. The wedding arrangements are mostly done; all that's left is the bride's arrival."

I smiled.

President Jiang held my hand, his expression still a little sad, and said, "Thank you for being there."

I suddenly asked, "Mr. Jiang, did you faint because of that woman you met at the wedding today? She must be very important to you."

President Jiang shook his head and said, "Man, don't overthink it. I've just been busy with company business during the day and drinking and socializing with Wang Hao's cronies after get off work, and preparing for the wedding. I'm too tired and haven't had enough rest, which is why I fainted."

"Look, I've got a ring of stubble on my chin, and I forgot to shave it off."

I know Mr. Jiang is just trying to make me happy, but as an adult, I didn't press for details or insist on finding out who won or lost.

Mr. Jiang and I each had our own worries.

I said, "Mr. Jiang, if it's because of that woman, I can back out and break up with you. I don't want you to regret it. If you truly love her, then be brave and pursue her."

Life is too short to spend time with people you don't like; that would be exhausting.

I think the most important thing for two people to be together is that they like each other, right?

After a moment of silence, President Jiang said to me, "Man, you are my choice, and I will not regret it."

Mr. Jiang and I finished lunch in the hospital room.

Although President Jiang woke up, the doctor advised him to stay in the hospital for observation overnight.

I spent the afternoon taking care of President Jiang in the hospital ward and didn't get home until evening.

I took a taxi home, locked myself in Mr. Jiang's room with the keypad, and gave him a change of clean clothes.

The next morning, when I rushed back to the ward, I heard the sound of a showerhead and running water coming from the bathroom.

I simply tidied up the ward, folded the blankets very neatly, cleaned up the trash and threw it into the trash can outside in the corridor, and the whole ward was spotless.

When President Jiang came out again in his hospital gown, he had already showered, shaved, and washed his hair, making himself look very clean and refreshed.

He was still as handsome as ever.

At 10 a.m., the newlyweds Wang Hao and Lin Yan actually came to the hospital ward to see President Jiang.

As soon as Lin Yan came in, she joked, "What a pity yesterday! Xia Weiwei came back from the US to attend our wedding, but President Jiang fainted and didn't get to see her. President Jiang, Xia Weiwei asked me to give her my regards!"

"Is Xia Weiwei Mr. Jiang's ex-girlfriend?"

I suddenly asked a question; it was the first time I had ever heard Xia Weiwei's name.

"All I can say is that Xia Weiwei and President Jiang have a rather complicated history. Miss Jiang, you probably won't mind, will you?"

Lin Yan glanced at me with a hint of disdain, her eyes filled with resentment, as if she believed that a man as outstanding as President Jiang should be worthy of a woman as proud as Xia Weiwei.

Wang Hao said to his wife, "Are you ever going to stop? Xia Weiwei is a thing of the past."

Mr. Jiang's current girlfriend is Jiang Man. They've slept together, so naturally they still have feelings for each other. Why bring up the past?

One sentence made Lin Yan feel awkward.

My face turned bright red.

Mr. Jiang took my hand, put his arm around me, and said, "Man, it's almost noon. After we finish the discharge procedures, I'll treat you to lunch."

"No, you didn't get to eat at yesterday's banquet or wedding feast. Today, I should be the host. We'll have lunch at a private restaurant. Order whatever you want, don't be shy."

Wang Hao also tried to smooth things over.

After Mr. Jiang changed into the clothes I had brought him and completed the discharge procedures, we went to a very expensive private restaurant near the hospital. The environment was particularly beautiful, and the dishes were plentiful. We had a meal together, which made us feel better.

Wang Hao was driving with his wife.

President Jiang took the four of us to a restaurant and ordered a lot of delicious food.

The restaurant's private rooms are in a Chinese style, with striped wooden floors, traditional-style openwork windows, mahogany eight-immortal tables, exquisitely carved high-backed wooden chairs, and a few clumps of green bamboo by the window. These private dining rooms are generally very expensive.

After finishing her lunch, Lin Yan received a phone call and then spoke privately with President Jiang.

I heard them say, "Xia Weiwei wants to see President Jiang."

Mr. Jiang glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I won't see her. Tell her I have a girlfriend and I won't see her again."

Lin Yan was a little incredulous: "President Jiang, is this really you? She only has time to meet with you today, and she might go back to the US tomorrow."

As I listened to their conversation, I glanced at the Chinese red lanterns hanging overhead, emitting a soft glow, and the ink paintings and poems beside them, perfectly complementing the noble and elegant atmosphere.

I said, "President Jiang, if you want to meet, go ahead. It's alright, we've always been friends. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

After I finished speaking, I got up, grabbed my bag, went to the restaurant on the first floor, swiped my card to pay the bill. The meal cost more than 6000 yuan, and then I left in a carefree manner.

As I walked out of the restaurant, I could vaguely hear an argument going on inside.

Wang Hao said to Lin Yan, "President Jiang and Xia Weiwei broke up six years ago. Xia Weiwei has been abroad for so many years, they've lost contact, and President Jiang has found a new girlfriend. Why are you still getting involved? Don't you think you're doing Jiang Man a disservice?"

"Wang Hao, who exactly is Jiang Man to you? You're so concerned for her, so willing to speak up for her, so why are you even here with me?"

Lin Yan said defiantly, "I just think President Jiang and Weiwei are a better match. That woman isn't even worthy to carry President Jiang's shoes."

"That's enough!"

President Jiang said, "Wang Hao, keep an eye on your wife and tell her to watch her words and actions. I'm going downstairs to read comics."

I could feel Mr. Jiang's footsteps rushing down the stairs, but I didn't want to talk to him anymore. I quickly got into a car and drove away.

"Jiang Man, let me explain!"

Mr. Jiang was chasing after me, but I never looked back or softened my heart. Instead, I told the driver to speed up and drive forward.

The driver said, "Miss, did you have a fight with your husband? He was chasing you with his suit jacket for two blocks. He must love you a lot. Why don't I stop the car here, and you two can get out and talk it over? I'll untie it, okay?"

"No"

I said, "I want to go home."