The Secret of Second Marriage

Her casual remark revealed the capriciousness and boastful nature of a white moonlight.

I couldn't help but pick up a flowerpot and smash it near her. Although it didn't hit her, it hit her feet and shattered into pieces, scaring her away.

Xia Weiwei was startled, not expecting me to have such strong explosive power.

If I had the submissive personality I used to have, I would definitely have swallowed my anger and run away in defeat.

But now, I'm incoherently cursing at this woman: "You son of a bitch. Just because you can play the piano doesn't mean you're something special. You think I want to be your substitute... You and President Jiang have already broken up. Now President Jiang's girlfriend is me. I'm his real girlfriend."

You're the one who schemed to ruin other people's relationships the moment you returned to the country. I knew you had no good intentions.

What are you trying to prove, you big shot? You're up to no good, your motives are impure, you'd better watch out or you'll get struck by lightning... I'm not done with you yet!

Xia Weiwei was stunned.

Mr. Jiang came over and tried to calm me down: "Man, don't be angry. I admit that I was initially attracted to you because you and she have a very similar face."

But after spending a long time with you, I was completely captivated by your personal charm and your tenacious will to live.

You are different from Xia Weiwei. She is like a proud rose grown in a greenhouse, always throwing a tantrum, delicate and aristocratic.

You are like a plum blossom blooming on the edge of a cliff, defying the cold; no matter how fierce the wind and snow, your character and integrity cannot be broken.

"Stop spouting nonsense. I don't want to hear a single word. I really feel like dying. I've come here to humiliate myself with you. Goodbye."

My tears involuntarily fell as I wondered why I always seemed to be caught up in such absurd situations.

I took 3000 yuan from my wallet and put it on the table as compensation for breaking the vase.

After confirming that I hadn't left anything behind, I resolutely walked out of the private room, as if on a lonely escape.

As I reached the door of the private room, Mr. Jiang rushed forward and pulled me back inside, saying, "Don't leave yet, let's have a good talk."

"What's there to talk about? My feelings are worthless, so easily fooled? Mr. Jiang, I really want to strangle you, and then strangle her."

Anger began to burn in my eyes. I wanted to be with President Jiang, to talk about life, ideals, and love, but why did he have to treat me like this?

Mr. Jiang very domineeringly picked me up from behind, ignoring my punches and kicks, and carried me back to the private room. He closed the door, locked it, and then threw the key into the trash can.

There were only three people in the private room: me, him, and Xia Weiwei.

I was forcibly carried back to the private room, and I was furious. I raised my hand and started punching President Jiang in a fit of rage, yelling at him as I hit him: "Jiang Hui, is it fun to play with me? Do you know how fragile my trust is?"

What I want is a fair and genuine relationship, not this rollercoaster-like one where every day brings a different outcome.

I need to earn money and raise my children. I have no interest in playing out some dramatic ex-relationship reconciliation act with you.

Don't do that domineering CEO-style, heart-wrenching romance with Xia Weiwei. If you have feelings for her, be with him. Stop with this substitute act! We live in reality, not in an idol drama. Isn't it exhausting to do this every day?

"Jiang Hui, it was my fault for leaving without saying goodbye 6 years ago. But I still have feelings for you. They say you've been single all this time, and only found a girlfriend this year."

I was so curious about what kind of girlfriend you found. When I came back to China this time, I found out it was because she has a face that looks a lot like mine. I knew then that you still have feelings for me.

Jiang Hui, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you to pursue my dreams. I regret it. Let's get back together, okay?

Xia Weiwei walked over in high heels, looking directly into President Jiang's eyes. Indeed, her face was unbelievably beautiful, on par with my looks, perhaps even surpassing it.

When she said those words, she set aside her noble pride for the first time.

But President Jiang remained standing with me, unmoved.

Xia Weiwei also broke down, crying, "Jiang Hui, say something! I'm back, you don't need a substitute anymore. We used to have such a good relationship! Have you forgotten what you said to me when you were pursuing me? You said you'd love me forever? Don't those promises count?"

"Xia Weiwei, do you want to hear the truth?"

President Jiang suddenly coughed violently, as if he had hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind to speak.

Xia Weiwei said, "You say it."

Mr. Jiang said, "I will not get back together with you. I asked you out today to make it clear that I have fallen for Man."

"How could that be? How could you possibly fall for such an ordinary and poor woman?"

Xia Weiwei's last shred of pride and self-esteem was utterly destroyed by President Jiang's words.

Her eyes reddened, she looked at me, then at President Jiang, and said, "You've come here on purpose to get revenge on me, haven't you? But you're still upset that I broke up with you six years ago, aren't you?"

Xia Weiwei

President Jiang said, "We've already broken up. It's pointless for me to explain anything further. My pursuit of romance is my own business and has nothing to do with you."

Xia Weiwei heard President Jiang say with her own ears that he had no feelings for her. She bit her lower lip in resentment, and a tear rolled down her face in despair.

She stared at President Jiang with utter disappointment and said, "Jiang Hui, remember this. No matter what I did, you promised me you would protect me and love me. You broke your promise; you wronged me."

Now that things have come to this, I will no longer beg to get back together with you, nor will I interfere in your private life.

But before I left, I left you a letter saying that once I've made something of myself over there, you can come find me anytime! I want to go to the US to develop my career, not just for myself, but for our future home.

Do you really want to marry an ordinary woman who will spend her life as a housekeeper, doing your laundry and cooking for you?

I've returned from studying abroad and can take over my parents' business, gaining access to more connections and resources. Choosing me is the right choice for you.

What can Jiang Man offer you if you choose her? A divorced woman, without a stable job, still making a name for herself online as a celebrity—would your parents approve?

"The reason why President Jiang refuses to forgive you is because you left without saying goodbye. In the past six years, you've been abroad without a single phone call or email. If you truly cared about your relationship with President Jiang, how could you be so cold-blooded and heartless?"

You say nice things, but when you said you wanted to break up back then, wasn't it because you felt Mr. Jiang wasn't good enough and that you could meet more outstanding rich second-generation men abroad?

Six years have passed since the breakup. Some people already have kids who are old enough to run errands. What makes you think you can expect Mr. Jiang to wait for you forever?

I say.

Xia Weiwei said angrily, "Shut up, this is between me and President Jiang, it's none of your business to interfere."

Her reaction was too extreme; it was obvious that I had hit a nerve.

President Jiang took a deep breath and said impatiently to Xia Weiwei, "Alright, you haven't done well in the US for the past six years. If you had done better and married a richer man, would you still remember me?"

Xia Weiwei, I don't want to be your backup plan. At least Man is a better person than you, more sincere, and I feel more comfortable with her than with you, do you understand?

I have new goals now, so let's not dwell on the past and look forward.

"Okay, remember what you said, just don't regret it. No matter what I did, I still have feelings for you. You're the one who wronged me!"

Xia Weiwei bit her red lips tightly, her eyes filled with despair and resentment, and cried as she spoke.

After she finished speaking, she picked up the key from the trash can, unlocked the door to the private room, and left in her high heels.

Only Mr. Jiang and I remained in the room.

The waiter came over and asked if we wanted our food served.

I said, "No, thank you. I'm not in the mood to eat."

The waiter said, "Why? The food has already been prepared in the kitchen. Even if you don't eat it, we can't give you a refund."

President Jiang felt a little sad, but he didn't know exactly what was making him sad. Perhaps after this, he and Xia Weiwei would completely lose their last bit of affection.

He never smoked, but this time he took out a lighter from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly, lit a cigarette, and then put it to his lips but didn't take a puff. He then stubbed it out in the ashtray.

He waved to the waiter and said, "Serve the food."

With a complicated expression, I said, "If you're sad, just cry."

Mr. Jiang held me in his arms. This man, who was so mature and composed in public, actually shed tears, and said to me in a trembling voice, "Man, you guessed right. Six years ago, Xia Weiwei didn't go abroad alone."

She went abroad with a rich second-generation heir who was richer than me in terms of family background and status, and accompanied him on a vacation overseas.

I truly never imagined she could be so heartless back then. She blamed me for not being able to give her the life she wanted. So, all these years, I've been working tirelessly in my career. I don't want another woman to look down on me like she did.

"President Jiang, you've actually done a great job; you're already very outstanding."

I don't know why, but I offered him a few words of comfort.

Neither Mr. Jiang nor I had much of an appetite, but the food in the private room was served quickly, all of them exquisite Western dishes.

Mr. Jiang called the waiter to open the red wine, then poured a glass for me and I, clinking our glasses together and saying, "Cheers!"

I was in a bad mood, so I drank a few more glasses of red wine.

After we finished our Western meal, we walked out of the restaurant around 1 p.m. Looking at the bright sunshine outside, which was a bit dazzling, I don't know why, but tears started falling in the wind.

Although President Jiang said he would never forgive Xia Weiwei again.

After all, she was a woman he once deeply loved; how could he possibly forget her so easily?

He should start to miss it when he loses it.

President Jiang thought he could forget Xia Weiwei, that he could move forward freely and forget all the painful experiences of the past. But when I saw him drunk, besides a faint pang of heartache, I felt more of a sense of letting go.

After breaking up with Mr. Jiang, I forced myself to keep busy when I got home. I called the director and told him I wanted to have the interview as soon as possible. Only by keeping busy could I forget the messy things in my life.

At the same time, Xia Weiwei returned to her villa in Beijing with a pale face and met her parents.

She is the daughter of a large listed gold and silver jewelry company. She is her parents' only daughter, so they give her whatever she wants.

When Xia's father saw his daughter return with a deathly pale face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Weiwei cried and said, "It's okay, Dad."

After she finished speaking, she went back to her bedroom, took out a very old, yellowed, and somewhat blurry photograph from a drawer. It was a picture of twins when they were just born, more than 30 years ago. The girl in the picture was her long-lost younger sister…

Xia Weiwei's eyes suddenly turned vicious: "Jiang Man, regardless of whether you are my sister or not, I will never allow Mom and Dad to acknowledge you, I will never allow you to come back to this family and fight with me for the family property, and President Jiang, I will not give him to you either."