The Secret of Second Marriage

But at that moment, Xue Fan stopped me.

Xue Fan walked over, looked into my eyes, and said affectionately, "Man, the you I know is not a vain woman."

All President Jiang gave you was a diamond ring. Are you really going to betray your conscience just because of this ring?

I want to tell you that love cannot be bought with material things.

Anyone can give a woman a diamond ring, but true love comes from the heart and is pure. It cannot be bought with money.

When we were together, we were so poor we lived in a basement and shared only one boxed lunch between the two of us. Weren't we happy back then?

Do you still believe you're the innocent girl I remember? So many rich men used to pursue you, but you never even glanced at them.

I know you haven't changed. You invited President Jiang to the wedding banquet just to spite me, didn't you? Man, even though we're divorced, you still have feelings for me.

You won't be blinded by the brilliance of diamonds and, like those vain women, sell your heart for money, will you?

I felt like throwing up when I heard what he said.

Everyone says that loving someone is like growing a flower. Growing a flower requires not only natural nutrients and water, but also expensive organic soil.

Love in our time requires a lot of money to prove itself.

When I was 20, I was full of idealism and felt excited about Xue Fan's deceptive words to young girls. I thought I could give up everything for love.

But now, after experiencing the harsh realities of society and marriage, I find these words utterly disgusting and hypocritical.

"So when I chose you, you were so stingy that you wouldn't even prepare a wedding ring or a dowry for me. Xue Fan, I didn't care about material things when I was with you, and I married you for love without considering anything else."

What did you give me? Betrayal. Your love was cheap and worthless. The biggest regret of my life is meeting a man like you.

You talk to me about love and romance all the time, but actually you've been cheating, having affairs, being disgusting, and filthy. Looking back now, I don't love you at all; I wish you were dead.

I said with a cold laugh.

I could only look at my ex-husband with disdain. I'm already 30 years old, and he still wants to use the same tricks he uses to deceive young girls to fool me.

For a middle-aged woman, never trust a man's love, but trust his money. Where the money is, there the heart is.

So, in front of everyone, I accepted Mr. Jiang's ring.

I witnessed this scene with my own eyes, and Yu Xiang and Tang Xue genuinely applauded for me.

Tang Xue said, "Man, congratulations on getting away from that jerk and finding a healthy and stable relationship."

The others in the room also applauded, seemingly moved by the love between me and President Jiang.

Mr. Jiang personally put the ring on my finger. At that moment, everyone's eyes were completely focused on Mr. Jiang and me, forgetting that the mistress and my ex-husband had meticulously planned such a smooth and ridiculous wedding.

Yang Yufei, her face ashen, said to me and President Jiang, word by word, "Please leave."

Even if you invited me, I wouldn't want to stay here any longer.

I supported President Jiang with one hand and held Tangtang in the other, saying, "Let's go."

From now on, in my heart, Xue Fan and Yang Yufei are just dispensable clowns, no longer capable of stirring any pain in my heart.

……

The wedding banquet drew to a close amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Mr. Jiang felt dizzy and almost fell over, but luckily I caught him.

He got so drunk after confessing his feelings that he passed out.

Yuxiang helped me lift President Jiang into the car, then waved goodbye to us.

I called a designated driver who drove me, Mr. Jiang, and Tangtang back home.

The afternoon sun outside the hotel was lovely, with blue skies and white clouds, making the streets and people feel warm and cozy.

I was sitting in the back row supporting President Jiang, and I saw that he was drunk and his face was flushed.

My heart seemed to be illuminated by the sunlight, gradually becoming crystal clear, without a trace of sorrow or sadness.

At this age, I no longer pursue passionate love, but what I really seek is the sense of security that Mr. Jiang mentioned.

If he can give me a sense of security, maybe I can let go of his past relationship with Xia Weiwei.

After arriving at the residential area, I paid the driver by scanning the QR code, and then Tangtang and I carried the swaying Mr. Jiang on our shoulders and brought him to our room.

I cooked a bowl of hangover soup for President Jiang.

Looking at the sleeping Uncle Jiang, Tangtang, the daughter said, "Mom, Dad got married to that vixen today. I hope Dad and that vixen will get divorced sooner or later."

My mother also receives care and attention from Uncle Jiang. I hope that my mother and Uncle Jiang can always be happy and blessed.

Mom, to be honest, I think Uncle Jiang is pretty good. I hope you can find a man who treats you very, very well, so that when I'm at school, you'll have someone to keep you company and you won't be lonely.

"...Thank you, Tangtang...My baby has really grown up now."

I pulled Tangtang into my arms and kissed her.

I don't know when it started, but Tangtang, this little girl who is just over 6 years old, has become very clever and has her own ideas and opinions.

I had Mr. Jiang lie down on the sofa, covered him with a blanket, took off his leather shoes, and wiped his face with a towel.

After getting drunk, President Jiang's breathing was even and he remained asleep, showing excellent behavior when intoxicated.

It was already 3 p.m. when I got home.

I asked Tangtang for leave, so she can rest at home today.

Tangtang got a new homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher is a female teacher.

She learned about my family situation and comforted me: "Tangtang's mom... I heard that today is your ex-husband's wedding... and Tangtang was invited to attend as well."

"Tangtang's mom, don't be too sad. Out with the old, in with the new. You'll find happiness someday too."

"Thank you for your concern, teacher. I'm fine, I'm not feeling too bad."

I say.

After hanging up the phone, I cooked a bowl of hangover soup, helped Mr. Jiang up, and gave it to him.

I suddenly heard the drunken CEO Jiang muttering a name...vv...

My heart suddenly felt frozen, my mind went blank, and I lost consciousness. It took me a long time to recover.

So much so that I didn't hear what President Jiang said after that... I've finally decided to forget you... I'll take good care of Man from now on.

It turns out that the woman Jiang loved but could not have was Xia Weiwei.

My nose stung, and I quickly turned around and went to the bathroom. I closed the door, turned on the tap, and hid inside to cry, tears streaming down my face.

I'm already over 30, and I still crave love so much.

It turns out that everyone has their own unavoidable circumstances. When people reach middle age, many make the most realistic choice after weighing the pros and cons.

President Jiang must love Xia Weiwei very much, but he is a very shrewd man and knows that Xia Weiwei is a bad person who is greedy for vanity.

She could abandon President Jiang once, and she could abandon him a second time. Therefore, President Jiang was unwilling to choose a woman who was always ambitious in relationships.

I squatted on the bathroom floor, clutching my head tightly, curling up, covering my face with my hands, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably...

Women shouldn't get emotionally involved.

After catching my breath, I walked out of the living room, took off the ring, put it back in the box, and then put it in Mr. Jiang's pocket.

With my last bit of strength, I took the phone out of President Jiang's pocket and found a red, unfamiliar number in the call log. After reading the text messages she had recently sent to President Jiang, I knew that she was Xia Weiwei.

I called Xia Weiwei and said, "President Jiang is here with me; he's drunk."

Xia Weiwei never expected that the call she received from President Jiang, whom she had been thinking about day and night, would be from me.

She was back in China filming on set, her voice filled with anger as she firmly declared, "Jiang Man, don't be so smug. The reason President Jiang chose you as his girlfriend is simply because you're my stand-in."

The person he truly loves is me; you are just a pathetic substitute.

You don't need to call and provoke me. Even if President Jiang slept with you, so what? Want to take a gamble? In the end, he'll still choose me.

"Xia Weiwei, President Jiang has drunk quite a bit and kept mentioning your name... If you have any conscience at all, then... get up at [address]..."

I smiled and said in an unusually calm tone.

But before I could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly snatched the phone away.

President Jiang immediately turned off the phone screen.

He slurred a drink and sat up from the sofa, looking at me with a stern voice, asking, "Man, why did you call Xia Weiwei?!"

"Because I don't want to be a substitute. Mr. Jiang, I don't want to be hurt emotionally anymore."

I say.

I am a woman too.

I used to love my ex-husband Xue Fan very much. I almost lost half my life when we got divorced.

A failed marriage has left me numb; now, all I want to do is pursue my career.

Although President Jiang repeatedly said he loved me and treated me very well and took good care of me,

But his only regret was that he was a deeply affectionate man, and I missed out on his youth.

A secret was buried in his youth.

It was his first love, his white moonlight, Xia Weiwei, who betrayed and hurt him.

He's pursuing me now and talking about marriage, simply because I have a face that looks a lot like Xia Weiwei's.

I'm tired, and I don't want to get hurt anymore.

Mr. Jiang took my hand and suddenly kissed it with all his might, saying, "Man, I don't want to see Xia Weiwei... You are not anyone's substitute. I really want to be with you because I feel relaxed and happy with you, and I can truly be myself."

I was so breathless from being kissed by President Jiang.

Strangely, the smell of alcohol in his throat was strong, but it was also cool and pleasant, unlike my ex-husband's unpleasant smell of smoke and alcohol when he was drunk.

After Mr. Jiang kissed me, he took my hand and asked me to sit with him on the sofa.

He fell asleep completely after a short while.

Xia Weiwei kept calling, but I stopped answering.

I tied on my apron and went to the kitchen.

Dinner was simple; I made fried rice with eggs.

……

When President Jiang woke up again, it was already dark.

The city was enveloped in the dazzling lights of the night.

The sound of horns could be heard from time to time on the road outside the residential area.

President Jiang woke up with a splitting headache.

I cooked rice in a pressure cooker in the kitchen. I diced tomatoes, peas, carrots, ham, sausage, potatoes, etc., and added eggs to the pressure cooker. A colorful fried rice dish was ready.

I called Mr. Jiang to get up and have dinner.

President Jiang was stunned: "You did this?"

"Hmm, it's a very simple egg fried rice. Why don't you try it and see if you like it?"

I say.

After Mr. Jiang woke up, I had already put the diamond ring into his pocket.

I don't want to accept his confession. Let's just continue as friends for now.