The Secret of Second Marriage

Late at night, skyscrapers stand tall, and streetlights illuminate the entire magnificent city.

The car weaved through the streets and soon arrived at the entrance of the residential area.

President Jiang felt a little dizzy; the effects of the alcohol were kicking in.

He drank quite a bit tonight; I wonder if it's because Xia Weiwei was there?

The car drove directly into the parking lot downstairs in the residential complex.

I paid the designated driver by scanning the QR code, and then helped Mr. Jiang out of the car and into the elevator.

After a long silence, I asked President Jiang, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better"

President Jiang said.

I asked, "Mr. Jiang, have you truly let go of your ex-girlfriend?"

Mr. Jiang said, "She's not my ex-girlfriend; her name is Xia Weiwei."

"What's wrong? Is there something different?"

"I've severed all ties with her; it was a clean break. Wouldn't it be better to just call her by her name?"

President Jiang kissed my forehead and said.

I stared at President Jiang for a long time, then suddenly said, "President Jiang, I have a bad feeling. I feel like I'm about to lose you."

No, you won't. You'll never lose me.

Suddenly, President Jiang pulled me into his arms tightly, his eyes instantly reddening.

But I know that in the adult world there are many things that are beyond our control. Some people think they can love each other for a lifetime, but they drift apart as time goes by.

It's not that I'm being dramatic, but I really have this feeling in my heart.

I had a feeling that after filming wrapped up in Hangzhou, Mr. Jiang, something was hiding from me. I didn't know what it was, but it was a woman's intuition, and it was pretty accurate.

The last time my sixth sense was right was when my ex-husband cheated on me with his secretary, Yang Yufei.

I took a deep breath and comforted myself. President Jiang has already helped me a lot. If we really can't work together, then let's part ways amicably.

After arriving home and turning on the lights, Mr. Jiang suddenly felt very unwell; his stomach was churning, and he felt extremely nauseous…

I immediately helped him to the restroom. Mr. Jiang felt dizzy and vomited. Then he covered my eyes and said, "Don't look!"

I've rarely seen President Jiang look so disheveled. I wonder if it's because he saw his ex today?

I really wanted to expose his lie, but I just watched him vomit quietly. After he finished, I handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth.

After vomiting, President Jiang rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, and thawed his tie. He lay sprawled on the sofa in the bedroom, still as composed and handsome as ever, with a hint of drunken blush on his handsome face.

I wiped his face with a towel, took off his shoes and coat, and said in a reproachful tone, "Why did you drink so much?"

"It's not because of Xia Weiwei, it's just that something happened at the company recently."

President Jiang said.

"You keep sleeping, I'm leaving now."

I say.

I don't want to hear any more of President Jiang's explanation.

He drank so much tonight, it must be related to Xia Weiwei.

I went to the living room, tidied up my things, and planned to sleep in the study tonight.

I glanced at the time and it was already 11 p.m. I suddenly remembered that I should make a hangover soup for President Jiang.

I took lemons, milk, and honey from the refrigerator, went to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and made honey lemon milk. After it cooled to a warm temperature, I served it to General Manager Jiang.

President Jiang drunkenly drank a whole glass of milk.

As I was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Don't go... I'm afraid of the dark."

He held my hand tightly, as if afraid I would leave him alone in this empty room.

I panicked a little, and while I was helping him let go, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

President Jiang pulled me onto the bed, wrapped his large hands around my waist, and draped his long legs over mine, as if he had found solace there.

"President Jiang, please let go! You've had too much to drink, don't cause trouble!"

I'm getting a little anxious.

Such physical contact is normal and intimate between boyfriends and girlfriends.

But tonight, I feel uneasy.

I don't want to be a substitute for another woman.

If the woman Mr. Jiang loves is Xia Weiwei, I can grant them their wish.

Honestly, after experiencing my ex-husband's betrayal and the devastating blow of divorce, I suddenly became indifferent to many things. I can let go and make way for others, but I just don't want to live in the whirlpool of emotions anymore, constantly worrying about gains and losses.

President Jiang's voice was already choked with emotion: "Man... let me hold you for a while, please don't go!"

"I am not Xia Weiwei, please wake up!"

I say.

Mr. Jiang was drunk, but still had some remaining rationality. He said in a low voice, "I have really let go of Xia Weiwei... Man, the reason I wanted to drink so much today is not because of her, but because of company matters."

"What happened at the company?"

I have a bad feeling.

President Jiang said, "It's okay, I can handle it on my own. You just need to stay with me quietly for a while."

I picked up the blanket and covered myself and President Jiang, lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, my thoughts drifting away.

I knew that a relationship couldn't always be smooth sailing; there would always be bumps along the way.

What exactly happened at the company?

I tried not to think too much about it. It was late at night, and I was very sleepy, so I simply hugged President Jiang and slept together.

The next morning, President Jiang woke up early.

When I woke up, he had already run outside, heated milk and put sandwiches on the table, and made an avocado and vegetable salad himself.

I've been filming in Hangzhou for a while now, working non-stop. So when I got back to Beijing, I actually slept in for the first time ever.

I glanced at the time; it was almost 8 o'clock.

I struggled for a moment and sat up in bed.

Mr. Jiang brought me a glass of hot milk and said, "Drink your milk, Man. You've lost weight while filming out of town lately."

"Let's drink it later."

I say.

"Wait a while, it won't taste good once it gets cold."

Mr. Jiang handed me the milk cup and sat on the edge of the bed watching me drink it.

The freshly heated milk was very hot, but it warmed my body and was also good for my stomach. I sipped it slowly.

After I finished drinking, I handed the milk cup to General Manager Jiang.

President Jiang pulled me out of bed, kissed my cheek, and said, "Man, the time you've been gone has truly felt like an eternity."

Where?

I blushed.

Mr. Jiang and I went to have breakfast.

Mr. Jiang placed the sandwiches he had made on the plate in front of me and asked me to try his avocado salad.

While I was eating breakfast, I suddenly asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"You just cooked a meal, is that considered being good to you?"

President Jiang smiled and said, "Man, you are the woman I want to marry in the future. I will definitely pamper you. They say that men who pamper their wives will be very happy."

After we get married, I will hand over my salary card. If you want to be a full-time housewife, then be a full-time housewife. If you want to go out to work, then go out to work.

"Let's spend the rest of our lives together and make this family happy."

When I heard what President Jiang said and saw the serious look in his eyes, my nose suddenly stung with tears. Why did I feel like he was so good to me just because he cooked me a meal?

Because the men I've met before were such jerks.

No matter what happens, I have to bear it all myself; my ex-husband never does housework.

Perhaps I realized that I had been lonely for too long, and that I hadn't had a man by my side for too long.

After being married to my ex-husband for seven years, I began to live like a widow. Every time, I would wait until midnight, wake up crying, and continue to wait until dawn. If I didn't get a response, I would continue to cry... until I discovered that my ex-husband was cheating on me, and that's when I finally gave up.

I finally ate breakfast. It wasn't particularly delicious, but it was refreshing and palatable.

President Jiang has left for work.

I cleared the dishes, washed them in the kitchen, and then put them away carefully.

After I finished cleaning the kitchen, I picked up my phone and saw that I had received a call from Juan.

Juan said, "Man, let's go out for a drink together."

I know Juan must be in a bad mood again.

But where can I find a place to drink during the day? I went to the hotel to see Juan.

Juan opened a glass of red wine alone in the hotel, her eyes slightly red.

I went up to her and asked what was wrong.

Juan hugged me tightly, gritting her teeth as she said, "Man, you have no idea how despicable that mistress is! Today is Saturday, and she deliberately asked me to bring the kids to her house to play yesterday. My husband also said this morning that he had to go out of town to meet clients."

I was bored at home, so I took Tangtang and Kexin to her house to play.

I dressed neatly, carried some fruit, and rang her doorbell. No one answered. I rang again, but still no one answered!

When I tried to call the mistress, the call could not be connected.

She's giving me a hard time; she's definitely having an affair with my husband.

Haha, I'm really angry. Although I knew her character before, I've witnessed it firsthand today. She's a complete liar!

I know Juan is very angry.

I was extremely angry.

I poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her, saying, "Man, I know you're angry, but this is a crucial moment in the acting, and we can't let all our previous efforts go to waste."

The fact that the mistress dared to treat you like this clearly shows that she felt she had won and that you posed no threat whatsoever, being just a simple, rich, and beautiful woman.

She enjoys stealing your husband while toying with you... but we're not going to take this lying down. Once we have the evidence, we'll just have to confront her directly.

Juan took a deep breath and finally made up her mind: "You're coming home with me tonight. I want to see what excuse that bastard has left."

So, I accompanied Juan and her two children to the amusement park for a day. In the evening, we went to Juan's house together. The nanny had already prepared the meal and brought it up.

At 7 p.m., we were tired from playing outside.

Juan's husband called to say he was having dinner with clients tonight and wouldn't be coming home.

Juan simply said, "Take good care of yourself," and then hung up the phone.

A short while later, Juan's phone rang again. It was the mistress calling. Juan didn't want to answer at all and immediately set it to Do Not Disturb.

The mistress, still unwilling to give up, called again and again.

Juan decided to leave her hanging for a day before making any decisions.

Juan and I exchanged a glance. We knew without even guessing that those two were definitely going to sleep together tonight.

Juan smiled sarcastically and said, "Back when I first started my business, I waited downstairs at an important client's place for an entire night just to meet him and talk business for a few minutes."

Now that the business has grown, employees can handle most customers, and the boss doesn't need to entertain them at all.

Unless it's something extremely important, but as far as I know, the company doesn't have any particularly important clients recently.

So my husband must have gone to see that mistress.

"Man, I don't want to be alone tonight. Why don't you stay at my place and keep me company?"

"it is good"

I say.

Because of Xia Weiwei's matter, I need to calm down with President Jiang for a couple of days.

I sent a WeChat message to President Jiang saying that I didn't want to go home tonight.

President Jiang said he misses me and wants me to come back.

I said, "I'm spending time with my best friend."