The Secret of Second Marriage

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I've been thinking about dating reality shows.

Deep down, I don't want to participate in these kinds of shows. I don't want to expose my personal relationship problems on the show. What I want to do is focus on acting.

But I'm a pretty realistic woman.

I've come to understand a principle: having ideals alone isn't enough in this world; you also need bread!

Hunan TV is a large platform with ample exposure.

As a newcomer, if I want to make a name for myself in the entertainment industry, I have to seize every possible opportunity.

After much deliberation, I decided to accept Shen Xing's invitation.

Only when I step in front of the screen and gain exposure and popularity can I truly have the right to choose scripts.

Once I've thought it through, I feel much more at ease.

Around 10 a.m., a line of luxury cars pulled up in front of the shopping mall, causing a stir throughout the mall. Welcoming guests came down from upstairs, with red carpets and flowers laid out, clearly indicating that important figures were coming to visit.

The store manager immediately told me to change my clothes and wait at the counter entrance, as the newly appointed president was about to arrive.

My colleagues and I immediately waited at the counter entrance, just as we had rehearsed.

What's funny is that our store manager found a red banner somewhere and draped it diagonally over me and another female employee. We stood there looking like greeters welcoming newlyweds.

A series of footsteps sounded, and my heart began to pound with unease.

What's coming is finally here.

Mr. Jiang, dressed in a suit, came to our cosmetics counter with a group of staff members for an inspection.

He spotted me in the crowd immediately, walked straight up to me, glanced at the employee name tag on my clothes, and greeted me: "Jiang Man, hello."

"Hello, General Jiang"

I said, with my head down.

Mr. Jiang tentatively asked me, "My new company is short of an assistant, and I think you're quite good. Are you interested?"

I looked up at President Jiang in shock.

What did he mean by that?

The store manager and my colleagues stared in disbelief as I spoke with General Manager Jiang.

They probably think I'm incredibly lucky. I've had a stroke of good fortune, managing to catch the CEO's eye during a work opportunity and being handpicked to work for him—it's like I've risen to the top in one fell swoop.

I calmly replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I don't think I'm suitable. Please find someone else."

"Miss Jiang, you really are quite aloof."

President Jiang didn't say anything.

He glanced around my work environment, called our boss over and asked him some questions, and before leaving, he instructed me that I didn't need to work overtime often, that female employees should prepare a break room, and that the company would provide work meals and afternoon lunch.

Our boss never expected that General Manager Jiang would care so much about the employees' benefits. He quickly nodded respectfully, shook hands with General Manager Jiang, and said, "General Manager Jiang, rest assured! It is our honor to have such an important person as you patronize our mall."

I will definitely fulfill your request and treat our employees well.

After saying that, President Jiang left without saying anything else. However, his secretary handed me a note that invited me to meet up at a bar after get off work.

Looking at the address and time above, I didn't know what to think for a moment.

Could it be that he still can't forget me and that's why he came to find me? But when he asked me to be his female assistant in front of so many people, he actually wanted to keep me as his mistress.

For a moment, I suddenly hated President Jiang. He clearly couldn't give me happiness, the life I wanted, or a legitimate status, yet he insisted on leading me down the abyss of becoming a mistress.

What is the final fate of a mistress? A miserable old age, condemned by everyone, and dying alone.

He has a wife, a career, and will have children in the future. What do I have?

I only live once, and I don't want to be a pathetic mistress.

When I was young, I thought love was everything, but now I want to find someone down-to-earth who is willing to spend his life with me. I don't know if that person is Shen Xing, but at least I'm sure it's not President Jiang.

So before leaving get off work, I knocked on the boss's office door and announced my resignation. The boss was shocked.

He asked me, "Jiang Man, what exactly is your relationship with President Jiang? Is working here making you feel wronged?"