The Secret of Second Marriage

Juan was a VIP customer of a five-star hotel. She swiped her VIP card and took the handsome male model directly to the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Entering the hotel, one is greeted by luxurious furniture, crystal chandeliers, and sofas, as if entering another world—a world of extravagance and decadence, brimming with the desires of an economic upswing.

Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Hu looked at the cold and noble beauty in front of him with some unease. She had a perm with big black waves, delicate features, and her appearance was quite similar to that of the actress who played Wang Xifeng when she was young.

Juan suddenly asked him a question: "How old are you? Why are you working at a nightclub? Do you have a girlfriend?"

After thinking for a while, Xiaohu honestly said, "I'm 28 years old this year. My mother is sick and needs a lot of money. My girlfriend, whom I had been dating for several years, broke off the engagement when she saw that my family was a bottomless pit. She married another man through a blind date, and now her child is over two years old."

I've worked on construction sites carrying bricks, hauling cement bags, delivering food, and even worked illegally abroad, but I haven't saved much money.

I came to Beijing to make a living after a friend's recommendation. I heard that male models in nightclubs in big cities can earn a lot of money, as long as they are willing to sacrifice their looks.

I was intrigued, so I went through the manager's interview and started working as a male model at this glamorous nightclub late at night.

"I see"

Juan roughly understood Xiao Hu's experience. No wonder, the pressure of life had made it hard for a young and handsome man to breathe.

"Sister, do you need my help?"

Xiao Hu said.

He was a newcomer at the nightclub. Although he was handsome with a short buzz cut, a strong build, and sharp features, he had dark skin and spoke with a heavy accent.

Anyone could see the rustic air about him.

Unlike other male models who are sweet-talking and willing to go all out, he has been working at nightclubs for over two months, but no wealthy female client has been willing to hire him.

He always sat in the corner, playing a supporting role.

Just when he was feeling disheartened and thought he might not be cut out to be a male model, the appearance of the wealthy woman Sister Juan was like a ray of light that saved him.

Tonight was his best night ever; he'd never sold so much alcohol before—over 10 yuan! You could tell his competitors were all envious.

"Go take a shower first."

Juan said.

He went to his room to shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and came out to sit on the sofa, blushing, and said, "Sis, can we start now?"

"Did you think I called you out to a hotel room just to do *that*?"

Juan smiled and said.

She said, "You think too casually of me. Although I may seem like I'm a womanizer, I'm not the kind of person who would do that kind of thing with a man I've just met and don't have any feelings for him."

To tell you the truth, I was actually quite conservative before I got married, and I dreamed of having a life partner with whom I could grow old together.

I fantasize that my husband loves me very much, we have two beautiful and lovely children, and then we have a warm and loving family.

But reality slapped me in the face hard. What a load of bullshit marriage, what a load of bullshit love!

It wasn't until I reached middle age that I truly saw the true face of the person I shared my bed with. I am a woman who has been hurt in love, and to be honest, in my previous marriage, my husband frequently cheated on me and stayed out all night.

I was alone in my empty house, and I even took revenge on my husband. I found a younger man and started dating him, but later I realized that's just how men are; very few of them don't have affairs.

You men say things like you'll only love one woman in your life, but what you actually do is completely different.

Ha, how hypocritical…

Xiao Hu listened intently as this beautiful woman poured out her marital and romantic past to him, a look of disbelief on his face.

He never imagined that in this bustling metropolis, such a glamorous and radiant woman, a wealthy and beautiful heiress from the city, would also encounter relationship problems.

He also spoke his true feelings, comforting her: "Sister, compared to my experience, I think you are already quite fortunate. You seem so wealthy and don't worry about money, but do you know that in that rural area, deep in the mountains, there are still many children who can't afford to eat or go to school?"

My family lived in a very backward and remote county-level rural area, where there were many, many bachelors. When I was a child, although we weren't so poor that we couldn't afford to eat, we never had any extra money to buy meat throughout the year.

We could only eat meat during the Chinese New Year. Later, my mother got sick. I also have a younger sister back in my hometown. My father went to work on a construction site and fell off a steel frame, breaking his leg. The construction site paid more than 20 yuan in compensation.

But my dad's leg is disabled, so he can no longer go out to work.

My sister's schooling costs money, and my mother's medical treatment costs money every month. Do you know how desperate this kind of life is, worrying about money every day?

I really envy you. You're rich and beautiful. What kind of man can't I find? You'll definitely find a handsome, rich man who loves you very much.

Juan felt quite sorry for the boy in front of her.

She said, "I'm sorry, I didn't come out drinking today to look for excitement. I only asked you to come to a hotel so you could give me a massage. I've been very busy lately, preparing for the new company, meeting clients, and visiting my best friend in the hospital."

I've been spinning like a top, my neck, back, and legs are all sore. Could you give me a massage?

"it is good"

Xiao Hu had specifically learned massage during his training, which is an essential course for male models.

He was very strong and massaged Sister Juan's shoulders, arms, and calves.

He breathed a sigh of relief. In truth, as a man, who wouldn't want to live an upright and honorable life? Who would want to grovel and be subservient to the rich in a decadent nightclub?

He was unwilling to sell his body and dignity, but because of his mother's illness and his family's needs, he had no choice but to lower himself and work in a nightclub.

He had a gut feeling that Juan was a good customer who wouldn't look down on him or make any unreasonable demands. Besides, Juan had ordered over 100,000 yuan worth of drinks for him tonight, which was also part of his sales performance.

This month's performance target has already been exceeded. Next month's salary, plus commission, will likely exceed 10,000 yuan.

He massaged Juan very carefully.

The two of them had nothing more to say to each other.

Juan fell asleep during the massage... During the day, she was a successful career woman in the eyes of outsiders, with a very powerful family background, and she also received a lot of cash, stocks and houses after her divorce.

But as night fell, her soul began to wander, and she began to feel empty and lonely. The sleepless nights that kept her awake weighed heavily on her mind...

She didn't want to admit that she was a failure, a failure in marriage, and a woman betrayed by her ex-husband.

She knew that she and her husband had been so loving, their company was so big, and they often attended cocktail parties and business galas together. No matter the occasion, she was the enviable Mrs. Liu.

But as the veil of divorce was torn away, her fragile marriage was completely exposed to her circle of friends, and her business partners and close wives were all laughing at her behind her back.

She was feeling very upset and didn't want to stay at home alone, so she went to the nightclub today and hired a male model.

She has met countless people.

This young man named Xiaohu still had an innocent and clear look in his eyes, as if he had come from the countryside to the city to see the world.

Unlike other male models, whose eyes revealed hypocrisy and calculation.

Those smooth-talking male models, as soon as they entered the private room, began to scrutinize Juan and her wealthy female friends, looking at their designer clothes, bags, and various gold and silver jewelry in an attempt to determine their worth and status.

His eyes gleamed with an undisguised greed, as if he had stumbled upon a large, fatty piece of meat and wanted to devour it whole.

Juan had been involved in the circles of the wealthy since she was a child. She had seen a lot in the business world and met all kinds of people. So she knew exactly what these male models were thinking. They just wanted her money.

But this boy named Xiaohu wasn't so enthusiastic or hypocritical. Instead, he sat nervously in the private room, his eyes full of anxiety, as if he was worried that he wouldn't be able to meet his sales targets for the night and would be scolded by the manager.

Juan chose Xiao Hu.

She lay on the massage bed in the hotel and fell asleep without realizing it.

Xiao Hu looked at her seriously for a few moments. He had never seen such a beautiful older sister before. She was particularly dignified and aloof, with an arrogant look in her eyes, as if she was born with the aura of a female CEO.

Even in the luxurious hotel suite, with its elegant style, the woman, though asleep, still exuded a sense of aloofness and loneliness.

Xiao Hu gently carried her to the bed in the room, carefully covered her with a blanket, then quietly closed the door and went out to sleep on the sofa himself. He stayed until dawn, made breakfast, left a note, and quietly left the hotel suite.

Juan slept until after 9 a.m. the next morning before getting out of bed. She still felt a little dizzy, probably because she had drunk quite a bit of alcohol the day before.

She glanced at herself, her clothes neatly arranged, and realized she had been carried to bed and covered with a blanket at some point. Suddenly, she remembered the male model she had picked up while drunk the day before, whose name was something like Xiao Hu.

Sunlight streamed in through the hotel's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room much brighter.

She put on her slippers and walked into the suite's living room. Instead of the male model she had ordered yesterday, she saw a lavish breakfast laid out on the dining table: fried eggs, sandwiches, a neatly sliced ​​plate of sausages, a glass of milk, and a glass of juice.

Is this breakfast provided by the hotel?

However, these five-star hotels have regulations that prevent them from easily disturbing guests' rest. Even when delivering breakfast, they knock on the door to ask for the guest's opinion and only push the food cart to the door to provide service after confirming that the guest has woken up.

But she didn't order breakfast.

Juan went over and glanced at the note left on it, only to find out that it was the breakfast that the male model had made for her that morning.

The note contained only a simple sentence: Sister, I hope you're happy!