The Secret of Second Marriage

I saw President Jiang's familiar face, and once again I felt a warm sensation in the corner of my eye.

I thought there was no future for me and President Jiang; his heart had long since flowed to Si Bai, his beloved...

I took a deep breath, refused the gift, and said with a half-smile, "Mr. Jiang, have you forgotten that we've broken up? I won't accept your gift anymore. Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Once I find a new place, I'll move out as soon as possible. By the way, did you two get back together after you tried to win back your "white moonlight" these past few days?

"Man, the situation between Xia Weiwei and me is complicated. When we were in college, everyone thought we were a couple, because I also thought we would get married after graduation."

Because of a misunderstanding, she left without saying goodbye and went abroad. We broke up a long time ago, there's no future for us. I was on a business trip these past two days because of work, not to see her, you have to believe me.

President Jiang explained.

"Sophistry"

I smiled gently and said, "Don't look at what a man says, look at what he does. Mr. Jiang, I'm not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who can be easily fooled by a few lies."

Stop deceiving yourself. Your reaction doesn't lie. That day at the wedding, you fainted from heartbreak just from seeing her back.

"You must love her very much, right? I'm sorry, but I, Jiang Man, really don't want to eat this half-cooked rice."

After I finished sighing, I immediately wanted to close the door. I was afraid that President Jiang would say some more sweet words to me, giving me some unrealistic hope that staying by his side could really replace his white moonlight.

President Jiang pushed the door shut with both hands, preventing me from succeeding.

I glared at him and said, "President Jiang, what do you want to do? You don't really think that as long as you have money and power, I will willingly become a substitute."

No, I can't stand living that kind of miserable life. I divorced my ex-husband, gave up luxury cars, mansions, and the life of a wealthy wife, because I couldn't accept that they had a mistress.

My heart is too pure to tolerate a love triangle. I also don't want to become cannon fodder in your relationship with your "white moonlight"—who knows when she might suddenly return to the country, who knows if you two might get back together someday.

"no"

President Jiang said, "Give me a chance. I really didn't see Xia Weiwei. I admit that the moment I saw Xia Weiwei, I felt very sad, very sad."

You can hit me or yell at me if you want to vent your anger. I just heard that she's not doing well in the US and is preparing to return to China to develop her career.

She texted me saying she wanted to meet. I've been hesitant about whether to meet her or not.

I hid at a friend's house, hesitating for two days, not daring to see you, nor daring to see her.

I know that my indecisive nature hurts you a lot, and that's unfair to you because you're my girlfriend now.

So this morning I suddenly made up my mind to come find you. I want to take you to meet Xia Weiwei!

"Are you crazy? Why are you taking me to see her? One's a current girlfriend, the other's an ex. Do you want to see us fight?"

I asked cautiously.

Mr. Jiang held me in his arms and kissed my forehead, whispering, "Of course not. I don't want to be a coward in relationships, a man without responsibility."

"Man, let me take you to see her. In front of you, you can end things with her yourself. That way, you can be true to your past self and true to yourself now, okay?"

Although I'm very angry, President Jiang has been nowhere to be found these past two days, and I can't find him anywhere. I had always thought that he had chosen Xia Weiwei and gone to find her, so I was prepared to break up with him.

But he took the initiative to contact me today to repair our relationship, or rather, he's figured things out and wants to make a choice between the two women. Whatever his motives, I think I can agree to his request. I've also been having trouble sleeping for several days because of Xia Weiwei.

What kind of woman is Xia Weiwei? I'm suddenly very curious and want to know. If that's the case, then let's go crazy for once.

……

A short while later, they had breakfast.

Mr. Jiang gave my daughter and me matching LV bags, one big and one small, which are especially cute and beautiful.

Tangtang glanced at the bag that President Jiang had given her, blinked, and asked me, "Mommy, can I accept it?"

President Jiang was particularly kind to my daughter.

He said, "Tangtang, Uncle Jiang gave it to you, of course you can accept it."

Tangtang couldn't resist President Jiang's sweet talk and happily accepted the gift.

I said, "Change your shoes, Tangtang, it's almost 8 o'clock. Mom will take you to school."

"I'll drive."

President Jiang took the initiative to make a suggestion.

Tangtang and I went back to the bedroom to change our clothes. I tied my daughter's hair into a pretty ponytail and took out shoes from the shoe cabinet by the entrance to change her into them.

Then I picked up my daughter and Mr. Jiang carried Tangtang's schoolbag, and we walked downstairs one after the other.

Mr. Jiang drove his luxury car, opened the door, and let my daughter and me sit in the back seat.

He then fastened my and my daughter's seatbelts, got into the driver's seat, and drove off.

About 20 minutes later, Mr. Jiang and I took Tangtang to the primary school.

He turned the car around and actually took me to a very elegant Western restaurant.

This is a well-known, long-established Western restaurant on Beijing's food ranking list.

After parking the car and turning off the engine, Mr. Jiang said to me, "This Western restaurant is a converted old villa. There is a garden and a balcony on the second floor. The decoration is very tasteful. Their salmon and steak are delicious, and they also have Australian lobster and caviar imported from abroad."

"Did you used to bring her here to eat often?"

I suddenly added a sarcastic remark.

Mr. Jiang took my hand and said, "I just thought this place had a nice environment and wanted to bring you here to see it."

Mr. Jiang and I went upstairs and into the private room. Sure enough, it was a very beautiful room with a classical and elegant decor. There were sofas, a piano, oil paintings, potted plants in every corner, and very expensive orchids.

A large bouquet of roses was placed in a vase on the table.

I heard that the owner of this shop is named Qing, and she has a lot of class. She rented a farm in the suburbs near Beijing, spent several million yuan, and grows organic vegetables, raises some chickens, and also has a large garden.

The broccoli and potatoes served in our Western restaurant are all grown on that farm, and the flowers in the house are also freshly cut by the proprietress herself, still covered in dew.

Qing is also a friend of President Jiang.

When she learned that President Jiang was coming to dinner, she specially took a bottle of red wine worth several thousand yuan from the wine cellar and gave it to him.

However, when she saw me the moment she entered the private room, she paused for a moment, then went over to greet me warmly. Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, what a rare guest. You haven't eaten at this restaurant since Xia Weiwei went abroad. What brings you here today? Is it because of this lady beside you?"

"We had some things to take care of today, so we gathered here. It's time to let go of the past and move on. This is Ms. Jiang, my current girlfriend."

President Jiang said something unexpected.

Qing said, "It's time to let it go."

After she finished speaking, she went out to get busy, leaving this private space to me and President Jiang.

Looking at the room full of fresh flowers and exquisite decorations, I finally felt a sense of escaping the hustle and bustle.

My heart gradually calmed down, and I was quite grateful to President Jiang for bringing me to such a room full of flowers and greenery. I could sit on the sofa, quietly drink a cup of coffee, and read a book, which seemed to allow me to temporarily forget many of my bad worries and dissatisfaction with reality.

Mr. Jiang sat next to me, scrolling through his phone watching the short videos I'd made, and said, "Man, your acting is really good... This show is very well made!"

"President Jiang, I should really thank you for recommending me for this role!"

I say.

As we were chatting, we suddenly heard piano music coming from the lobby outside. It was a very familiar piano piece called "Autumn Longing".

President Jiang's expression changed upon hearing this piano piece.

I guess the pianist has arrived.

The piece was finished.

I clapped my hands and said, "That was a beautiful piece. Mr. Jiang, did you like it?"

Mr. Jiang shook his head and said, "I used to like it when I was young, but now I'm only focused on making money and I don't feel like listening to these sad songs anymore."

I had just finished chatting with President Jiang when I heard footsteps approaching.

I heard a beautiful female voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song, say sweetly to President Jiang, "Would you like to play a tune for me?"

"No"

Mr. Jiang said, "I haven't played the piano for many years, and my skills have become rusty. Today, I just want to be a listener."

I saw a woman in a red dress. She had long, straight black hair, wore a burgundy halter dress, and high heels. She looked incredibly charming.

But when I saw her face, I was truly shocked. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; I stood there, frozen, my hands and feet ice-cold, unable to react for a long time.

She was a very beautiful woman.

She was dressed in designer brands and had a noble aura, but her eyes and eyebrows looked exactly like mine, like twin sisters. If we walked down the street, people would definitely mistake us for sisters.

I was shocked, and suddenly I understood a cruel reality that I didn't want to admit but had to face.

Mr. Jiang said he liked me and had feelings for me from the beginning because of my face. It turns out that he was just a substitute for another woman from beginning to end, a supporting character in their love story.

This result almost made my face turn deathly pale. If I weren't mentally strong enough, I probably would have fainted on the spot, just like President Jiang. It was really too embarrassing.

If the only difference between us is our temperament, I have a dignified and quiet temperament like an ink painting, but she is different from me. She is glamorous, bold, passionate, and her eyes and brows reveal shrewdness.

She was more arrogant, and dressed head to toe in designer brands. Her skin was also treated with high-end skincare products, making it exceptionally delicate. She looked a few years younger than me, the kind of wealthy heiress whose skin was as smooth as milk.

Mr. Jiang supported my swaying body and said to me, "Man, let me introduce you, this is Xia Weiwei."

Xia Weiwei was also very shocked when she first saw me, but after the shock subsided, she frowned slightly, and her eyes actually showed dissatisfaction and disgust towards me.

When we first met, I didn't know why she had such strong emotions towards me. I had a feeling that it wasn't just because of President Jiang, but for some other reason.

Xia Weiwei seemed to have no desire to talk to me at all, and she was avoiding me like the plague.

She said to President Jiang, "Where did you find this body double? She looks somewhat like me, but a body double is still a body double. I bet she can't even play the piano."