The Secret of Second Marriage

I thought I would never see President Jiang again in this lifetime.

After breaking up with him, I deleted all his WeChat, phone number, and related information, including photos and pictures of us together, from my phone.

That's the kind of woman I am; once I make up my mind, I will never look back.

I will never give that person another chance to hurt me. Since he has already chosen to marry another woman, he is now just a stranger to me!

When President Jiang saw me, he paused for a moment and asked, "Man, what happened to the injury on your arm?"

"It's nothing, just a minor bump."

I say.

The woman next to President Jiang had a round face, fair skin, and beautiful long, black, seaweed-like hair that cascaded down her back. She was wearing a green summer dress.

She was carrying a designer handbag and dressed in a fresh and natural style. She looked at me, extended her hand, and said, "Hello, I'm Zeng Wanwan."

Hello, Jiang Man

I say.

She spoke to me very politely, saying, "Grandma Jiang told me about you. You are a very legendary woman. When you were traveling in Tibet, a landslide blocked the road, and you and Mr. Jiang were stranded for seven days. Thank you for taking care of him during that time."

"You're welcome. Actually, he took care of me more."

I say.

Zeng Wanwan handed me a business card and said, "Ms. Jiang, you are Mr. Jiang's friend, and also my friend. If you encounter any difficulties, just give me a call, and I can help you solve them."

"No"

I politely and tactfully declined her offer of help.

Seeing them, a perfect match, made me realize that in this world, many times, you can't just pursue a relationship and expect it to last.

President Jiang has never lacked beautiful women around him.

He's like the young master in "The Story of Minglan"—born into a wealthy family, handsome, and a gentleman, naturally attracting the attention of other women.

I always thought my rival in love was Xia Weiwei.

I only now realize that I was like a frog in a well, thinking too simply.

The young lady before you speaks eloquently and has a composed demeanor; her every move is utterly unoffensive.

Although I hate to admit it, I still lost, not to feelings, but to reality.

It's because I don't have a family background as good as Zeng Wanwan's.

The designer handbag she carried, the bracelet she casually wore—those are things I couldn't afford even with the salary of several films.

Shen Xing and I were about to turn around and leave. What was the point of staying any longer? It would only be humiliating. As for President Jiang, I had already made up my mind to forget him.

A hint of reluctance seemed to flicker in President Jiang's eyes as he couldn't help but call out my name: "Man, how have you been lately?"

I wanted to tell him I wasn't doing well, but what's the point of being dramatic at a time like this?

I turned around and glared at President Jiang, then said coldly, "You don't need to worry about me. I'm doing just fine."

"Was the injury on your arm because you were upset about me?"

Suddenly, President Jiang caught up with me quickly, grabbed my hand, and wanted to see the wound on my arm.

He probably thought that I was so consumed by heartbreak after we broke up that I was contemplating suicide and doing something to harm myself.

"Excuse me, please look carefully, my injury is on my arm, not my wrist."

Jiang Hui, you underestimate me. I won't hurt myself for a man who doesn't love me at all.

I say.

Shen Xing finally couldn't hold back anymore when he saw this, his face filled with anger.

He yanked Jiang Hui's hand away from mine, even though there were still many customers in the mall. He grabbed Jiang's collar and demanded, "You, Jiang, how dare you continue to harass my sister?"