The Secret of Second Marriage

After tasting a bite of my homemade fried rice, President Jiang finally smiled and said, "It's delicious, Man. Your cooking skills are excellent; you could open a shop."

Where?

I say.

We were having dinner when President Jiang's phone suddenly rang.

It was Xia Weiwei calling.

President Jiang's expression changed.

We both glanced at each other and spoke almost simultaneously.

"You can answer it."

"I don't want to answer."

After a moment, I said, "President Jiang, stop deceiving yourself. Xia Weiwei plays a very important role in your heart."

Answer her call. No matter what, never go against your own conscience... I don't want you to regret it later!

President Jiang hesitated before answering the phone, and a familiar voice came from the other end.

Xia Weiwei's voice was sweet and charming.

She said, "President Jiang, I heard you were drunk. Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm fine now."

President Jiang said very politely.

Xia Weiwei was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "President Jiang, you were drunk then, did you call me?"

"What call?"

President Jiang has long forgotten that when I used his phone to call Xia Weiwei while he was drunk, he forcibly hung up on me.

"So, you were drunk today and didn't even think of contacting me? Hui, if you have any doubts, check your call log. Around 3 PM this afternoon, Man took your phone and called me. She said you were drunk... missed me a lot, and wanted me to come over and take care of you!"

Xia Weiwei said.

Mr. Jiang glanced at his call log, paused, and suddenly said, "Xia Weiwei, you've got it wrong. I've never thought about you, and I've never thought about calling you."

"Jiang Hui, you've gone too far!"

Xia Weiwei hung up the phone while crying.

Mr. Jiang gave me a deep look, frowned, and asked, "Why did you call her? Jiang Man, you just accepted my ring and agreed to be my girlfriend. And then you call her? What are you thinking?"

"What can I think? Mr. Jiang, I want to advise Xia Weiwei to let you two be together. Seeing you two in love but unable to be together, seeing you drunk and miserable, I thought that if she came to take care of you, you would feel better... That's what I think."

I just kept a completely calm and composed expression.

"But I've already broken up with her. We're in the past. Xia Weiwei and I are impossible in this lifetime. Do you know that the person I love now is...you!"

Although Jiang Hui was very angry, he tried his best to control his emotions, and his words were calm and forceful.

I suddenly became even angrier. Even now, they're still lying to me, Mr. Jiang. I'm not a three-year-old girl.

I am now a mature middle-aged woman, and I understand what youth is, what first love is, and what the pain of unrequited love is.

This man is ridiculous. One second he was drunk and muttering another woman's name, and now he's swearing that the person he loves is me.

How could I possibly believe such a clumsy lie?

I calmly replied, "You love me, isn't it because I have a face that looks a lot like her?"

"I don't love Xia Weiwei. You're the one who's dragging me into this mess."

Jiang Man, you're my girlfriend now. Can you stop so calmly pushing me to another woman? ...I remember I just confessed to you at the hotel today. I'm a man, and I keep my word.

"Let's not mention Xia Weiwei anymore, okay?"

President Jiang became even angrier and said angrily.

"President Jiang, do you think I'm being unreasonable? Do you think I really want to mention Xia Weiwei? Do you know that when you were drunk today, you muttered her name?"

You were fast asleep, lying on the sofa, and I was wiping your face, but you were muttering another woman's name. Do you think it's funny to play this trick on me?

Can you swear to God that you have absolutely no feelings for Xia Weiwei whatsoever?

I looked deeply into his eyes and said.

I feel a bit frustrated.

After a long silence, President Jiang suddenly said angrily, "Jiang Man, how could you say such a thing? I am indeed very sad today. From the moment Xia Weiwei returned to China, I did recall the time I spent with her."

We promised each other we'd love each other forever.

But the moment I saw her and Lu Sizhe in the private room at the class reunion that day, I knew that Xia Weiwei and I could never go back.

For the six years that Xia Weiwei went abroad, I always wanted to get an explanation from her: why did she abandon me so easily and break up with me so easily?

But I felt relieved the moment I learned that she had gone abroad with Lu Sizhe.

My relationship with Xia Weiwei ended 6 years ago, and now Xia Weiwei is just a stranger to me.

My heart is made of flesh and blood; I know my feelings clearly. The reason I'm calling out Xia Weiwei's name today is because I'm saying goodbye to the past... Man, you have to believe me, believe me, the person I love now is you!

Amidst the excruciating pain, I felt a warm sensation in the corner of my eye, and tears streamed down my face, drop by drop.

I didn't cry when my ex-husband cheated on me, and I didn't cry when I saw President Jiang's first love return to China, but I cried when President Jiang yelled at me in anger.

I cried because I didn't think I had done anything wrong. And all I got from President Jiang was the feeling that he still loved another woman.

But my love life cannot tolerate a love triangle.

I really don't want to compete with another woman for President Jiang's affections, because I don't know who President Jiang will ultimately choose. I've read in many books and watched many TV dramas that the stand-in always loses miserably in the end, and in the end, the one who truly chooses is always the first love...

"Man, you're crying. Wipe your tears."

Mr. Jiang handed me a tissue.

"Sorry, I lost my composure. I need to use the restroom."

I went to the bathroom to wipe away my tears and wash my face with water to clear my head. There was no need to argue with Mr. Zhang anymore.

When I came out again, President Jiang had already put the fried rice we were eating into the microwave to heat it up, and then brought it out.

Tangtang came over from the children's bedroom and asked us, "Uncle Jiang, Mom, are you arguing?"

"No"

Mr. Jiang and I said in unison.

I coaxed my daughter into going to her bedroom to do her homework.

Jiang and I were left alone in the living room again.

Mr. Jiang walked to my side, gently wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes with his fingers, and suddenly said to me, "Man, I'm sorry, was my tone too harsh just now?"

"President Jiang, it has nothing to do with you... I took it upon myself to call Xia Weiwei... I misunderstood your intentions; I thought you would want to see her."

I remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"Actually, I don't want to see her at all."

Mr. Jiang is a man who pays great attention to detail. He shook his head and said, "I heard from Director Zhang that the role she recommended to you was snatched away by a rich second-generation heiress."

"Did Xia Weiwei do it? I should have known sooner. She grabs whatever she wants; she's still the same as before, her personality hasn't changed at all."

I had kept this matter a secret and hadn't told anyone, but I didn't expect President Jiang to find out anyway.

I said, "Yes, that role was ultimately given to Xia Weiwei. But it's okay, President Jiang, she can't possibly snatch up every single role in the world."

I can also contact other film crews to film... If all else fails, I can do social media marketing and sell products... People are indestructible, but there are always ways to make a living. I believe that God will eventually give me a way to make a living.

Mr. Jiang looked at me with admiration and said, "Man, I've spoken to Director Zhang. If there are good scripts and roles, I'll invest. My choice for the female lead is only one person—that's you, Jiang Man!"

"No need, Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid people will laugh at me for using connections."

I blushed.

Mr. Jiang said, "What are you afraid of? You're my girlfriend. If I don't give my resources to you, who else would I give them to?"

That makes sense. I'm not Mr. Jiang's mistress or a third party; I'm his girlfriend. If he doesn't give me his resources, does he expect me to save them for other women?

So I accepted it openly.

Mr. Jiang ate the fried rice I made for him in a very gentlemanly and elegant manner.

He said that when he was little, his grandma also liked to make fried rice with eggs for him. Afraid that he wouldn't like it, she added all kinds of vegetables and meat pieces, such as beef pieces, sausage pieces, and diced tomatoes to the fried rice. The fried rice made from this was especially delicious.

I didn't expect there to be this reason. No wonder President Jiang had such a good appetite today.

Mr. Jiang said: "When I was little, my grandparents doted on me. I was a picky eater, so they would use their retirement money to buy all kinds of delicious fish, shrimp, meat and eggs, and cook different dishes for me every week."

Grandpa likes to take me to the park and watch the old men play chess. Grandma takes me shopping and buys me lots of delicious food.

My childhood was carefree. My grandparents would leave 10 yuan as pocket money by my bedside every morning and buy me the toys I liked... But then my grandfather passed away, and my grandmother developed amnesia... My world became lonely, and I was all alone.

"President Jiang, I'll be with you from now on."

I don't know why I suddenly said something so sentimental to him.

President Jiang nodded emphatically and said, "Man, will I still be able to eat your homemade fried rice in the future?"

"Noh"

I say.

After finishing dinner, I cleared the dishes and prepared to wash them.

President Jiang stood up and said, "I'll do it. I'm not very good at cooking, but I can wash dishes."

After saying this, General Manager Jiang stood up, took long strides while wearing an apron, and carried the leftover bowls, chopsticks, and plates from our meal to the bathroom in the kitchen.

I stood at the kitchen doorway and saw this tall man by the sink, using his fair and clean fingers to squeeze a little dish soap onto a rag and carefully scrub the plates and bowls before rinsing them under the tap... At that moment, I was suddenly moved; I actually felt the warmth of home.

My ex-husband and I were married for so many years, and I did all the laundry and cooking at home by myself. My ex-husband rarely cooked or washed dishes at home... Later, he was busy with work outside and took care of the children at home, so he assumed that I would do all the housework by myself.

In his earlier years, he would go to work every day and not return home until after 9 p.m. He would order takeout for dinner at the company or go out to entertain clients.

I make him porridge for breakfast, and buy him steamed buns and mantou. As for lunch, my husband almost never comes home for lunch.

Occasionally, on weekends or during his rest time, my husband would come home and immediately go to his study, either playing games or busy with his clients and business... We've been married for so many years, and he's always expected to be waited on hand and foot.

I wasn't without my grievances, but everyone told me that my ex-husband was the breadwinner, and all I had to do was stay home, take care of the children, and manage the household well, and not to worry about so much.

Later, I gradually got used to this division of labor. Only now do I realize that in my previous marriage, I was essentially a single parent raising the child and doing housework all by myself... Whenever I needed my ex-husband, he was always absent.

I took my child to the doctor alone, cooked dinner for the three of us alone in the kitchen alone, took my child to school alone, and did all the housework alone... Now I realize how foolish I was! Why did I give so much to a man? He didn't appreciate it at all. I might as well have gotten a divorce sooner.