The Secret of Second Marriage

To be honest, I think this company is doing a great job and has a good market presence.

If it were someone else, I don't think they could have started it, but Yuxiang is a capable, professional, and well-connected retired special forces soldier.

He will definitely be able to get this company up and running.

I said, "I support you. This is a good thing. Many women are in a vulnerable position when they get divorced. I saw a news report about a woman who had been abusive for 10 years and endured it all. She finally chose to divorce, but during the cooling-off period, the man came to her door and stabbed her to death."

If they could have found professional bodyguards like you, their vibrant, blossoming lives might not have withered away like this.

Juan readily agreed, saying, "Sure, let's open the company. I can place the first order. My husband and I are experiencing some problems in our relationship and careers, and we really need professionals like you!"

We hit it off really well and got along really well. Before we parted, we exchanged contact information.

Yu Xiang said, "Miss Jiang, you said you were my wife's savior. I must find some time in a few days to treat you and your best friend Juan to a meal."

Tang Xue is also a very cool, individualistic woman who doesn't talk much, but has clear and clean eyes, and her eyes crinkle when she smiles, with two small dimples on her lips.

Holding her husband's hand, she said to us, "Man, you don't really know my husband. He looks a bit fierce, but he's actually a good person and very loyal."

This band has been together for almost 10 years, from college to now, but the team hasn't disbanded yet because my husband is very kind to everyone.

He's very responsible, so if you have any problems in this city, you can talk to us, and my husband and I will definitely help you.

"it is good"

I say.

I can tell they love each other very much. They're the kind of couple who went from school to the workforce but still maintain a sweet and loving relationship, with each other in their hearts.

The four of us chatted until late at night, and when we were too tired to stay awake any longer, we hurriedly parted ways.

On the way back, Juan said to me, "Man, I think your friend and his wife are pretty good people. He seems to be a retired special forces soldier, quite capable. You'll have someone to look after you in this city from now on."

I said, "Yeah, I never expected that fate would bring us together like this."

Anyway, I'm quite happy to have made two new friends in this city. They say having more friends means having more options.

But I still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that my life was quite peaceful now, while my ex-husband Xue Fan was busy cheating on me with two women: Zhang Yan, the beautiful young woman next door, and Yang Yufei, the vixen.

He probably doesn't have time to pick a fight with me right now.

As for President Jiang, we parted amicably. President Jiang has a magnetic quality; people who get close to him are attracted to him. He has a good character and always believes in mutual consent; he would never force a woman.

He shouldn't be considered to be in any danger.

But I didn't expect that bad luck would find me so soon.

One evening, Juan and I made plans to go to a bar for drinks and to watch a show.

Because that day, Juan told me some explosive news.

Being a mistress is incredibly shameful.

On Monday morning, the mistress drove her luxury car to school, dressed exquisitely and charmingly, appearing as a pure, knowledgeable, and cultured lady.

However, what was unexpected was that during the morning exercise break at 9:30, in front of the entire school's teachers and students...

A man stormed up to Ju Xiaoya and, in front of everyone, slapped her hard across the face. Pointing at her head, he yelled, "Ju Xiaoya, you bitch! Back when our family was rich, your parents wanted to marry you off to our family, so I spent a million on a dowry. Your job as a primary school teacher and your diploma were all arranged for you by my dad using his connections."

I never expected that after my father stepped down, you would be so ungrateful and have an affair with another man, making me a cuckold.

You lied to me, saying you brought your daughter to Beijing to accompany her while she studies, that it was all for her own good, and that you wanted me to wait in our hometown, waiting for me to come and reunite with you and your daughter.

"It's all a lie. You've been with that lover for a long time. The villa you live in, the luxury car you drive, how you got your job transferred from a county in the south to a primary school in Beijing—how did you get your household registration? Dare you say in front of everyone that you're completely innocent!"

"You're the one who slandered me, I didn't..."

Ju Xiaoya was frail and sickly, and had a sensitive mind. To lose face in front of so many people made her feel incredibly ashamed, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.

Everyone was laughing at her.

Her husband exposed her secrets there: "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. I found the abortion records for you and that adulterer in your dressing table, in the box where you usually take medicine. It cost more than 1 yuan and you had a painless abortion."

"How shameless of you! We've been in a long-distance relationship for over a year and haven't seen each other. Who did you get pregnant with? How did you get an abortion? Don't you want to explain yourself to me?"

"I don't love you, and it's none of your business who I'm with."

Ju Xiaoya struggled for a long time before finally managing to utter this one sentence, and in her anxiety, she fainted from anger.

In the end, her husband was removed by the school security. But everyone knew that Ju Xiaoya was someone's mistress.

Ju Xiaoya was taken to the hospital by ambulance on the spot. It is said that she has woken up in the hospital, but the school thinks that she is morally corrupt and is not suitable for the position of teacher.

Moreover, this is a top-tier primary school, where the salary and benefits are highly sought-after within the public sector. Countless PhD graduates with city residency are scrambling to get into this institution. They have no trouble finding good teachers at all.

They care about their reputation and their image.

So Ju Xiaoya took sick leave and was suspended indefinitely by the school.

Even if the school doesn't suspend her duties, she probably won't have the face to go back to teaching there.

Now she's become a laughing stock. Everyone knows where her carefully crafted image of being sophisticated and elegant—the luxury car she drives to work, the designer bags and clothes she wears—came from.

It turns out she was a mistress.

She stayed at home and didn't dare to go out.

When Juan told me this, there was no schadenfreude in her voice, only indifference and detachment: "Actually, I don't think Ju Xiaoya can be considered a truly wicked woman."

She must have been genuinely devoted to my husband as well. The way she looked at him that day was full of a woman's admiration and adoration, as well as tenderness and affection.

I was reminded of You Erjie from Dream of the Red Chamber, who was also well-educated, fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle, and unassuming.

Unfortunately, real life is cruel. She shouldn't have been my rival, but she seduced my husband and had an affair with him without any legal standing.

If I don't take action against her, then the interests of me and my two girlfriends will be divided up by her and her daughter. I absolutely cannot allow that to happen!

"Man, do you think I'm a bit heartless?"

"No, Juan, you're not heartless at all."

I said, "I don't think any mistress is innocent. She knows that someone has a wife and children, yet she still cheats on him and breaks up his family."

I don't believe Ju Xiaoya is kind and innocent. If she were truly kind and principled, she wouldn't have become a mistress.

The villa she lived in, the luxury car she drove, the job connections she spent a lot of money to secure, and the connections and resources she had with his parents, his parents, and his daughter—all of these were obtained through her being a mistress.

The world is fair. Since she enjoyed the benefits of being a mistress, she should be able to endure the hardships of being one.

What gives her the right to gain something for nothing, by feigning innocence, playing the victim, and shedding tears, to steal another woman's husband and the wealth he and her husband worked so hard to build?

"You're right."

Juan said, "My husband isn't home again tonight. I guess he's with his mistress. Maybe he's worried she might do something rash."

His expression was noticeably different during dinner tonight; he was absent-minded and full of worry. I noticed it, but I pretended not to know.

This feeling is like being pricked with needles, and I think my husband probably loves her more.

But it doesn't matter anymore. I just want most of the marital property and custody of my son and daughter. As for my husband, take him or leave him, I don't care!

"Then let's go to a bar and have a drink."

I say.

Juan and I went to a bar to drown our sorrows.

Yuxiang and his wife weren't at the bar that day; another band was performing instead.

Although Juan and I tried to drown our sorrows in alcohol, we are both mothers and knew our limits. We didn't get completely drunk, but remained sober and rational, and prepared to go home around 12 o'clock.

But to my surprise, just as Juan and I were about to pay the bill and head back from the bar, a young man with dyed yellow hair and a big gold chain came over to cause trouble. He insisted that Juan and I had bumped into him, demanding compensation and an apology. He called us gossipy old women, saying that at our age, we were still out drinking like young people instead of taking care of our children at home, and that we were a disgrace!

Juan said angrily, "Who are you calling a gossip? Say it again."

The blond-haired man waved his hand, and several of his buddies came over, surrounded us, glared at Juan and me, and yelled at us: "You old hags! Even if a woman in her thirties dresses up to look young and beautiful, no one will be interested in someone with your looks."

"...If you've displeased the young master...quickly kneel down and apologize to us, or you'll regret it."

"You dare!"

I say.

The blond-haired guy kicked them, yelling, "Apologize when I tell you to? You two idiots, are you looking for a beating?"

Juan was kicked in front of me.

Before she could react, she crouched on the ground in pain, shrinking her neck and gasping for breath. She never expected to encounter such rude thugs causing trouble in a bar.

Good, very good. This is the first time I've ever been hit in my life.

Juan said with a cold laugh.

"You dare hit my friend, you trash!"

When I saw Juan being beaten, my mind went blank for a moment. Without thinking, I grabbed a beer bottle from the table, stood on a high place, and smashed it over the thug's head, leaving him bleeding profusely.

Then a chaotic battle ensued.

I wasn't going to take this lying down either. I used a stool to fend off the thugs' punches and kicks, and then retreated all the way to the stage. I simply snatched the guitar from the lead singer and started smashing it at the blond guy, hitting him so hard that his face was covered in blood.

I felt like I had found an outlet. All the frustrations in my life, the grievances of being divorced and left with nothing, and the anger of being used as a substitute for my ex by President Jiang, all turned into strength in an instant. I don't know where I got that much strength from, but I was waving my guitar and beating up four thugs.

The four thugs were curled up on the ground, clutching their heads, howling in agony after I smashed them.

"Damn. This woman looks so gentle, how come she's so fierce!"