The Secret of Second Marriage

Old Jiang snorted coldly: "You were right to talk to Weiwei. If it weren't for you, Jiang Hui and Weiwei wouldn't have fallen out! Jiang Man, you'd better watch yourself..."

The first mediation ended in discord.

But I could sense that the gloomy expression on Jiang Zemin's face had eased considerably.

I remained calm and composed throughout, without showing any stage fright on my face.

When I left the courthouse and got into the car, my legs still felt weak. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

I told myself, Jiang Man, you see? This society is very realistic, especially when it comes to marriage. Those rich people who want to marry some prince charming should have their dreams shattered sooner rather than later.

Live a good life, act well, and make money. You can only be truly confident when you rely on yourself.

I sat in the car thinking for a long time, then called Wang Hao and asked him to arrange a meeting with Xia Weiwei for me.

I know that Wang Hao, Lin Yan, Xia Weiwei and their group were very close friends in college. They often went out drinking, singing, and participating in school club activities together.

Wang Hao must have Xia Weiwei's contact information.

I said, "Mr. Wang, could you please contact Xia Weiwei for me? I'd like to meet her at Lonely Bar tonight at 8 PM. I can talk to her about Mr. Jiang's matter."

"Fine, I can help you since you're President Jiang's girlfriend, but your behavior today has completely broken my heart. I always thought President Jiang loved you, and you loved President Jiang very much. I thought you were willing to give everything for each other. But I never expected that you would be defeated by reality."

Wang Hao replied to my WeChat message: "I'll never believe in any more of this bullshit love!"

I found his reply a little jarring, but I wasn't upset.

I'm no longer the woman who lives according to other people's opinions.

When I start living for myself, the whole world makes way for me.

Even if I sacrificed myself for President Jiang, what good would it do? I'd go to jail for him, but from beginning to end, who cared whether I lived or died?

At 8 p.m., I went to the bar on time for our appointment and met Xia Weiwei.

Xia Weiwei changed into a white dress, her long coffee-colored hair cascading down her shoulders, and she wore light makeup. She carried a designer handbag, looking very ladylike.

She came to the bar for a drink, accompanied by a bodyguard in black, looking every bit the wealthy heiress.

When she saw me, she asked me to sit in a VIP booth at the bar, specifically in the best section. The booth had some snacks and two cocktails on it, and from this spot, I could see the best dancing in the entire place.

"You came to me about President Jiang's matter, right? You should have come to me earlier instead of going to this point!"

"Our Xia family has some connections, and I can save President Jiang, but I have only one request: you must leave Beijing, no, leave China, take your daughter abroad, and never come back."

Xia Weiwei said arrogantly.

"Going abroad?"

I was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting the other party to be so ruthless, directly telling me to leave Beijing, no, to leave my motherland.

I paused for a moment and said, "Your request is too demanding. I can't do it, but I can only promise you that you won't see President Jiang for three years. Whether you and President Jiang can rekindle your old feelings in these three years depends on your own abilities."

Xia Weiwei frowned and looked at me with an incredulous expression.

She seemed very reluctant for me to appear in Beijing.

She said coldly, "Jiang Man, is the reason you're unwilling to go to Beijing because you still hope to rekindle your relationship with President Jiang someday? Besides, what if you go back on your word if I agree? What can I do if you've been secretly seeing him for the past three years?"

"I said I wouldn't see you, and I mean it."

My tone was cool, my expression calm yet incredibly intimidating: "I can write you a letter of commitment and sign my own name. Miss Xia, this is the limit of my concessions!"

If you don't agree, then I will wait for President Jiang indefinitely, even if he goes to jail, even if he is disgraced and becomes an ordinary man with nothing. I'm still willing to support him.

One reason I am unwilling to leave Beijing is that I still love President Jiang. Even if we can't meet, I can still hear news about him in the same city.

The second reason is that I want to act. I have already passed the audition for the role of the villainous second female lead. I have my own social circle in Beijing, and my daughter is not used to the unfamiliar environment abroad.

In addition, things have been very chaotic abroad in recent years, so China is safer. Therefore, I will not leave Beijing.

Xia Weiwei muttered, "Jiang Man, I actually really hate you, you know? I've hated you since the first time I saw you! If I could, I never want to see you again in my life!"

"Since you don't want to talk to me, then forget it. I'll think of another way!"

I could see the malice Xia Weiwei harbored towards me.

I don't know why this woman hates me so much. Is it just because I'm with President Jiang? But I was with President Jiang many years ago, after they broke up.

Since she wasn't sincere in helping President Jiang, I didn't want to get entangled with such a woman any longer.

I chose to pay the bill and leave…

Perhaps it was because I didn't give Xia Weiwei any face at all, which made her see that my bottom line was not to be tested, or perhaps she felt that three years was enough time for her to win back President Jiang.

She said to me, "Stop! Don't forget your promise. I will have my assistant send you a printed letter of commitment to sign. Sign it and send it to me before noon tomorrow. I will have my father use all the family's connections and funds to save President Jiang."

Go back and wait for my news. I hope you keep your promise! Jiang Man, if you dare to lie to me, I have plenty of ways and means to get back at you!

Oh, right, you also need to write a breakup letter to President Jiang. I want you to write it yourself and record a video. If you don't agree to this condition, then there's nothing more we can discuss.

We frankly and openly stated our bottom lines and requirements to each other.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that this was the best possible outcome for both me and President Jiang.

I don't have to take the blame for him, go to jail, or have my career ruined; I can even help him.

Since we can't be together, let's shine in our own fields.

I nodded and said, "Okay, I can agree to that condition!"

Xia Weiwei smiled with satisfaction.

After I finished talking to her, I left the bar immediately. I really didn't want to stay with Xia Weiwei for even a minute. I walked out of the bar and into the parking lot. The bustling night streets were warm with the spring breeze.

I saw the cherry blossoms bloom in April. At night, under the streetlights, a gust of wind blew, and the cherry blossom petals fell like rain, which was beautiful and romantic.

Shen Xing appeared at the bar entrance, saw me, walked up to me and said, "Man, you're here for a drink too? What a coincidence! I just had a few drinks with my friends inside and ran into you when I came out!"

"Oh, what a coincidence!"

Then I thought about it again. Lonely Bar. It was my first time coming to this bar. Shen Xing brought me here. He used to be a student at an arts school and often came here to sing part-time to earn a living.

This bar should be very familiar to him.

Shen Xing asked me, "Are you drinking alone because you have something on your mind? Has Jiang's matter been resolved? Actually, I wanted to tell you something... Don't worry about that man, he should be fine soon."

How did you know?

For a moment, I suspected that Shen Xing had overheard my conversation with Xia Weiwei. Otherwise, how would she know that Xia Weiwei and I had reached some agreement to rescue President Jiang?

But I thought it was impossible; there were only Xia Weiwei and me in that VIP seat just now.

The noise from the dance floor in the center of the bar was so loud, with lots of people dancing, that we couldn't hear a thing about what we were saying.

Shen Xing smiled and said, "Don't ask me how I know, I just know."

I feel a little more relaxed now. These past few days, I've been feeling really heavy-hearted because of the fear of being framed and imprisoned. I've been having nightmares every night. Today, I can finally get a good night's sleep.

But the price is that Mr. Jiang and I will be separated for three years.

After I relaxed, I noticed that half of Shen Xing's face looked swollen from being slapped, with five clearly visible handprints. Even though his face was covered with bandages, I could still clearly see the marks of the injury.

I asked him in surprise, "Who hit you?"

"fine"

Shen Xing looked at me, but I wasn't as affectionate as I used to be.

He covered his face with his hands and said as he walked, "I accidentally fell on the ground while filming on set."

I think he's lying. How could there be such a clear handprint when someone falls to the ground?

What exactly did he do to get beaten up?

"How is that possible? Was it done by someone in the entertainment industry?"

I asked again.

Although I have no background or ability, I still want to avenge him.

Shen Xing said, "Don't ask around. It was my father who did it. I've rarely asked him for favors in my life, this should be the first time."

"Your dad really went all out."

I went up to him, looked at his face, took him to the pharmacy and bought him some anti-inflammatory medicine to reduce swelling and some traditional Chinese medicine ointment. I also bought some cotton swabs and gave them to him.