The Secret of Second Marriage

After hearing this, Old Jiang's face instantly darkened. He gave me a deep look and said, "Jiang Man, I really didn't expect that my son would fall in love with a woman like you!"

You're a divorced woman on your second marriage, and you can't even make the slightest sacrifice. Why do you think my son would marry a woman like you?

"Why don't you go out and ask around? So many wealthy girls in Beijing are vying to marry my son. Even if it were your turn, it wouldn't be!"

"I don't care."

I stood up and tore the so-called plea agreement to shreds. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle. Things have come to this. I'm sorry my answer didn't satisfy you."

Your insults are meaningless. My relationship with President Jiang is not something you can explain in a few words.

I will not do anything that violates the law or morality!

I will wait for Mr. Jiang to come out. If he still loves me, I will stay with him for life. If he no longer loves me, I will not pester him anymore!

I don't care about the so-called wealthy families!

It seems that President Jiang Zemin never expected that I would live such a clever and insightful life.

He sneered, "They say divorced women are the easiest to fool, but I don't think you're stupid at all, Jiang Man. Get out! I don't want my son to ever see you again! I will never support him falling in love with such a heartless woman!"

A knife is held to my throat, and if I refuse to submit, am I considered heartless and ungrateful?

I gritted my teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Everyone says that businessmen value profit over righteousness, and I've truly witnessed that today.

I sat in the mediation room, holding the USB drive in my pocket.

When General Jiang talked to me that day, I kept a close eye on things and recorded our conversation.

The contents inside are all the things that Jiang Zemin asked me to take the blame for him that day.

This document proves that Mr. Jiang's father knew about the whole thing and had contacted me privately. Once I produce this evidence during the court's mediation, the whole matter will have nothing to do with me.

The reason I brought a recorder was because I felt that President Jiang's father wouldn't see me for no reason; it couldn't be for good news, it could only be for bad news.

So, I secretly recorded it.

It actually came in handy.

Now that I'm over 30, I'm no longer a naive and innocent woman; I'm a woman with a bit of shrewdness and cunning.

I never harm anyone, but I must also guard against others harming me!

The mediator saw that we had been discussing it inside for a long time without any results, so he came in and asked us, "How's it going between you two?"

I heard that because your company's accountant accidentally transferred the wrong amount, creating a loophole in the company's financial information, more than 300 million yuan was transferred out.

Ms. Jiang, today several shareholders of Miracle Company are the plaintiffs, demanding appropriate compensation from you.

First, you must return the more than 300 million yuan that you transferred, and then compensate the company for the more than 50 yuan loss caused by the transfer of funds, and you must provide written confirmation and transfer the funds!

This punishment is already very lenient; are you willing to accept it?

When the mediator said those words, Mr. Jiang gave me a deep look.

I don't want to take the blame.

I said, "I didn't do those things, I don't admit it!"

"So you're just going to stand by and watch my son go to jail?"

Jiang Zemin said loudly.

As President Jiang's father, he shouldn't be at today's mediation meeting, because this is a matter between Miracle Company and me.

But the fact that he was here proves how important this matter is to him.

Of the company's other three partners, I'm more familiar with Wang Hao.

Wang Hao's attitude turned colder as he noticed my demeanor: "Jiang Man, you're the company's accountant and finance manager, and you're so close to President Jiang. President Jiang has always treated you so well, don't you feel any gratitude at all?"

The other two partners stared at me as if I really was the culprit.

They were all wolves in sheep's clothing, yet they acted all righteous in front of me. Everyone seemed to care about President Jiang and hoped that I would sign the court mediation agreement and take responsibility for the crime.

I said, "There's no need to be so righteous, as if you're all good people and I'm some heinous villain?"

I'll say something we all know the truth: Mr. Jiang was reported by someone within the company, and every single one of you here is a prime suspect.

Why don't you sign your names and take responsibility for it?

When I said that, they all felt guilty and stopped responding.

I scoffed. What kind of hero pushes a woman forward as a shield and sacrifice at a crucial moment?

After a moment of silence, Mr. Jiang, accompanied by a legal advisor, a man in a suit with slicked-back hair and glasses, spoke to me: "Ms. Jiang, hello. Today is just an out-of-court mediation. If you don't agree, then we'll see you in court."

"See you in court then."

I gripped the USB drive tightly in my pocket, feeling more confident: "I've been framed. I think your demands are excessive, and these transfers happened almost three years ago. The company's employees have changed many times since then, and no one can prove that I made those two transfers!"

"Jiang Man, do you know how much damage you've caused our company? We have evidence to prove that you did indeed sign the document back then."

Those sums of money were just transferred to Su Xiaohong, and Su Xiaohong insists that you transferred company assets to her. Our company isn't pursuing jail time for you, but can't you even apologize and admit your mistakes?

The other party's legal department said.

"Say whatever you want, the court isn't your private property. I refuse to believe that there won't be solid evidence to convict me!"

There was no fear in my eyes.

The company's legal counsel was particularly angry and tried to intimidate me with an overbearing attitude. He said to me, "Jiang Man, think it over carefully. Our company is giving you a chance now. As long as you admit your mistake now, we reserve the right not to pursue legal action against you. Think it over carefully."

Don't make the same mistake again, or it will make things very ugly for everyone!

I understood the subtext of his words: I was a helpless woman with a daughter, and my status and social standing were inferior to President Jiang's.

If sacrificing an insignificant woman like me could get President Jiang out, what a worthwhile thing that would be!

Unfortunately, I am not a puppet to be manipulated. I also have thoughts, feelings, and dignity. My love for President Jiang is based on equality. It is not about loving him to the point of being humble and insignificant, or like a love-struck fool who takes the blame for him without any bottom line and gives everything for him.

I said, "I will not admit to things I didn't do."

The legal team even tried to verbally abuse me.

The court's ruling stopped him: "The court is mediating your dispute. Please watch your words! This is a civilized place; please be mindful of your manners... If you cannot do this, please leave!"

I exchanged a glance with Mr. Jiang, and in that instant I saw a hint of disappointment flash in his eyes.

My face was ashen, and I clenched my fist tightly around the USB drive. But I didn't reveal the contents of the USB drive until the court mediation ended, because doing so would shatter a father's image and dignity.

If I truly didn't love President Jiang, why would I endure his humiliation and coercion again and again at this mediation session?

As long as I play the recording in front of everyone in the court, everyone will know that I am innocent and that the Jiang family is despicable and shameless for wanting a woman like me to take the blame for them.

I left the company a long time ago.

Does the internal strife within President Jiang's company ultimately have anything to do with me? But I still don't want President Jiang to suffer any harm.

At that moment, I followed my heart and slowly put the USB drive into my pocket. I said to Mr. Jiang's father, "Uncle Jiang, please show me respect and courtesy, and please be polite to the people you brought!"

I heard President Jiang mention that the collaborative project from a few years ago involved acquiring and establishing that hotel with the Xia family. Could the Xia family possibly help President Jiang?

Although I really dislike Xia Weiwei, I'll meet with her after the mediation is over and try to save President Jiang. What do you think?

A different kind of light flashed in Jiang Zemin's eyes.

He knew his son was stubborn, and the reason he refused the Xia family's help was because of the woman in front of him. This woman came from an ordinary background, was divorced and had a daughter. In terms of status and position, she was not a good match for his son.

Old Jiang is a businessman who values ​​resource integration and mutual benefit. He is very fond of Xia Weiwei, the daughter of the Xia Group. He heard that her family only has one daughter, and the huge family fortune will probably be left to Xia Weiwei in the future.

If my son marries Xia Weiwei, won't he take over the entire Xia Group in the future?