The Secret of Second Marriage

President Jiang eased the atmosphere, adopting a cool and noble demeanor, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Man, I was too impulsive just now and scared you."

I've been under a lot of work pressure lately, and I miss you so much!

"However, if you don't want to, that's fine. I just want to ask you one question: are you and that boy Shen Xing really together?"

"I have no idea"

I say.

I either like someone or I don't like them. I'm not even sure how I feel about Shen Xing anymore.

Mr. Jiang looked at my face very seriously and said, "You two are not suitable. He is just a young boy. Man, will you be my woman?"

I can't give you a formal title, but I can give you all my love.

"Stop talking, I find it disgusting."

I suddenly said something, and President Jiang's face immediately turned pale and ugly.

He asked me, "Then what about our relationship? What about our life-or-death trip to Tibet? Ah Man, did you ever truly love me?"

I've liked you, but I don't want to be the other woman.

I'm being very honest.

We couldn't reach an agreement on this.

In the end, President Jiang chose to remain expressionless and said, "Man, you know I'm a man of my word in business."

I'm giving you time to think it over. If you still insist on going your own way this time, then we'll have to break up.

Think it over carefully. I can give you everything I have, except for a formal title!

If you want to work, I can arrange for you to join the group as my personal assistant. If you want to return to family life, we can also have our own child.

You can do what you like at home, and I'm okay with you occasionally going out to film. As long as there aren't any major intimate action scenes or kissing scenes.

I hope you can think this through carefully and not let our relationship end completely.

I didn't say anything.

President Jiang left the room expressionlessly.

The door to the bridal chamber was gently closed.

I slumped onto the bed, gazing at the exquisite, vintage-style wedding room decor: the bright red "double happiness" character, the red four-piece bedding set, the wooden antique-style bed, and the red curtains.

On the wooden table beside the bed, there was a vase resembling an antique, filled with roses.

I looked at the poster on the bedside table. It read: "Wishing Mr. Jiang Hui and Ms. Jiang Man a long and happy marriage!"

This line of text looks particularly striking and glaring.

I tore up the wedding dress poster and threw it into the room's trash can.

At that moment, I felt like I was locked in a room, and I didn't have my phone. Even if I wanted to call for help, I couldn't.

There wasn't much to eat in the house.

I wanted to watch TV, but I found that the power card for the room had been removed, and there was no electricity at all.

President Jiang is truly a meticulous man!

To keep me locked in the hotel for a day so I could think things through and figure out where our relationship was headed, he confiscated my phone, cut off the power, and I couldn't even watch TV.

For the first time, I felt isolated from the world and extremely bored.

I lay anxiously in bed, occasionally running to the balcony of my room and shouting at the people across the street, hoping that someone on the opposite floor would hear my cries for help and let me out.

But no one paid any attention to me.

My luck has been absolutely terrible today.

President Jiang, dressed in a blue shirt and black suit pants, was handsome and dashing, resting on the sofa in the living room.

He's a workaholic, and today he actually shared a room with me without his computer or any work.

I was wondering why the production crew didn't come to find me? I guess Mr. Jiang gave me a heads-up beforehand. It turns out that a businessman of his caliber has the ability to silence the entire production crew and make them record the show according to his schedule.

Around noon, I was very hungry, and my resentment towards President Jiang increased even more. I refused to believe that he would keep me locked up forever.

In a fit of rage, I was furious and secretly vowed that once I got my phone back, I would call the police, and preferably have Mr. Jiang arrested and charged with illegal detention. He must be detained, and he must also compensate me for the damage to my phone.

Too bully.

Mr. Jiang's room key only cut off the power to the room, not the kitchen. He walked to the large kitchen of the suite hotel as before.

The refrigerator contains various vegetables, meats, and fruits, as well as some cakes and pastries.

He put on an apron, came in, and asked me what I wanted to eat.

I lay limply on the bed in the bridal chamber, my mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts. The first thing I said to President Jiang was, "Stop messing around, let me out."

"Man, if you agree to my request, I'll let you out!"

President Jiang paused for a moment before speaking.

"No"

I rejected him.

"reason?"

President Jiang insisted on asking me.

I replied, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."

The thing I can't stand most in this world is mistresses.

President Jiang left somewhat disappointed.

I thought he wouldn't care about me anymore, but after a while, he came in with a cold face, carrying a plate. On the plate was a sandwich he had made himself, layer upon layer, topped with egg, salad, tomatoes, and grilled salmon.

It has a rich and distinct flavor profile.

He also poured me a glass of milk, which looked quite gentle and thoughtful.

I refused to eat at first.

Mr. Jiang sat down next to me and coaxed me, saying, "It's not poisonous, you can eat it!"

"I do not eat food offered with contempt."

I said angrily.

President Jiang said, "Man, have you noticed that you can be quite principled at times?"

Sometimes I wonder, what is it about you that I like? Maybe it's that unique backbone you possess.

"Then why are you forcing me? You know perfectly well that I hate being someone's mistress."

I say.

Mr. Jiang used his long, slender, white fingers to pick up a sandwich and feed it to me, saying, "Eat something, sweetie."

"I won't eat it"

I didn't eat a single bite.

President Jiang frowned slightly, somewhat displeased: "Jiang Man, do you hate me that much?"

Was it all just wishful thinking on my part all this time?

Am I the only one who's heartbroken and can't get over the breakup? You've already found someone new and fallen for that younger guy.

Are you such a heartless woman?

His voice was filled with dissatisfaction, questioning, and intense jealousy.

I was stunned for a moment. Back then, I had a crazy infatuation with this kind of aloof and cold man.

But after being betrayed by my ex-husband, I felt a sense of aversion and disgust towards mature men who were very calculating and presented a refined and courteous image in front of others.

Why should I indulge you? Why should I be subservient to you?

Why did I fall in love with a man who already has a fiancée?

From now on, I will only give my heart to those who are good to me, and I will not make any concessions to those who are not good to me!

I said angrily, "I just hate you, okay?"

"Jiang Man, say that again! Do you believe I'll throw all this food in the trash and let you go hungry?"

President Jiang threatened me.

"Whatever!"

I said, "I don't believe you can lock me up forever, or let me starve to death!"

Mr. Jiang seemed surprised by my stubbornness. In the end, he sat down, picked up a sandwich, and handed it to me, saying, "Eat something first, and give me an answer before 6 PM!"

His speaking style remained concise, without a trace of hesitation or unnecessary words.

He left after he finished speaking.

Looking at the tempting sandwich and milk, I thought for a moment and decided not to go against my stomach, so I started eating my lunch heartily.

There was no watch, no electronic alarm clock, no cell phone, and no television in the room.

After I finished eating, I cleaned up the dishes and sat on the balcony looking at the clear blue sky, watching a few birds fly by.

Even birds are free.

After a long while, around 6 p.m., the sunlight slowly turned golden and moved to the west, shining brightly on the entire cloud layer.

The afterglow of the setting sun made the whole city look so splendid and colorful.

I gradually began to feel scared. I hadn't brought any change of clothes, and my phone had been smashed by General Jiang.

I have nothing left now.

If I agree to be his mistress and be locked up in this hotel, will he keep me trapped for the rest of my life?

I've had enough of this kind of life after just one day.

I yearn for freedom; I never want to live this life again, trapped in a room, powerless.

In the distance, the roadway is bustling with people during rush hour, with a constant stream of cars and crowds.

Mr. Jiang must have been thinking about it all afternoon before coming to see me.

Our first words to each other were: "Have you thought this through?"

"I've made up my mind."

I said, "I will never compromise."

Suddenly, President Jiang grabbed my hand and said, "Jiang Man, I guess I'm doomed for you. Fine, I won't be a mistress anymore. I'll give you a proper status. Who told me I like you so much!"

"you?"

I looked at President Jiang with some surprise and couldn't help but ask him, "Are you serious? You'd give up everything for me, an arranged marriage between equals, and so on?"

Mr. Jiang looked at me innocently and said, "I've thought it through. It doesn't matter who I spend my life with. I still want to spend it with someone I love!"

"Man, do you miss me?"

"Thoughts"

I approached with utmost honesty, then said through gritted teeth, "You've locked me up all day, come here, let me strangle you!"

"Feel sorry"

President Jiang casually uttered those two words, straightened my clothes, bangs, and hairstyle, and said seriously, "Very beautiful."

"You locked me up all day and smashed my phone, I'm really angry."

I laughed in my anger.

"I was just teasing you."

Mr. Jiang took another cell phone out of his pocket, handed it back to me, and said, "The ones thrown away this morning were fake models; the real ones weren't thrown away."

"Man, I just miss you, I'm not really going crazy."

"You really scared me to death today, Mr. Jiang. I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you so crazy!"

What imprisonment, what sadomasochism, what forcing me to be a mistress? I'm still wondering if you're even the man I used to know.

Looking at my phone that I had finally gotten back, I couldn't hold back my tears.

"I am who I am, and I have never changed."

President Jiang responded with a smile: "Jiang Man, you're unlucky to have met me. Tell me, what are the odds of us meeting in this vast sea of ​​people? What are the chances of us falling in love with each other?"

All I know is that I don't want to let go.

Besides, I feel that with my abilities, even if I go bankrupt one day, I can still support my wife and children. So, I haven't fallen so low as to need to marry a rich man's daughter?"

"And what about Miss Zeng?"

I asked suddenly.

President Jiang paused for a moment and said, "I will explain it to her. I originally thought I could accept an arranged marriage, as we were well-matched, but after getting to know each other, I still can't get over my own conscience."

Man, I can fool everyone, but I can't fool my own heart. Only when I'm with you do I feel truly alive, and only then do I realize that material things aren't so important!

Can I give you a kiss, my dear wife?

"President Jiang, you're a rogue, a villain, a devil, a demon!"

I cursed at him.

Mr. Jiang put his arm around my waist, kissed me, and then led me away from the hotel.

When we went downstairs, the production crew was still waiting, showing Mr. Jiang a lot of respect.

The photographer's first words to us were: "You two were separated from the production crew today and locked up in the hotel all day. What unspeakable things happened?"

My face turned red.