The Secret of Second Marriage

I didn't answer him, I just quietly looked at the man. He had an oval face, single eyelids, thin lips, and was quite handsome.

My heart ached with a bittersweet feeling of reluctance to part. Although our relationship only lasted a few months, the steadiness and integrity that Lu Xiao brought me made it truly hard for me to let go. I saw in him the responsibility and honesty of a man.

Lu Xiao is a straightforward, simple-minded, and very innocent man.

I watched in a daze as Lu Xiao got into the car and drove away...

My mother sighed and said, "Sigh, such a wonderful relationship, but it didn't work out in the end. It's such a pity..."

I was about to drive home when Mr. Jiang suddenly came up from behind and grabbed my hand. That's how we met. He stood next to me, holding my hand. He was a head taller than me. I looked at his handsome profile, and his eyes were a little red and swollen.

Mr. Jiang said, "Darling, thank you for choosing me. Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"No"

I couldn't forgive him, so I shook off his hand, gave him a cold look, and prepared to leave.

He held my hand tightly again, refusing to let go, and said to me, "Man, don't be angry, let's talk."

"What? Don't touch me, there's nothing to talk about."

My cold voice carried a sense of despair; I suddenly didn't want to get involved with President Jiang anymore.

I said, "I've already agreed to annul the engagement, but I don't like being forced to do things I don't want to do, Mr. Jiang. Let's not contact each other for a while."

After I finished speaking, I got into the car with my parents and left. Mr. Jiang watched my car go for a long time, his figure still standing there.

……

I originally thought that Lu Xiao would be very unhappy when she found out I had called off the engagement after I got home, but for three days in a row, Lu Xiao didn't call or say a harsh word to me.

Three days later, I got a gigolo, and spent the whole day in gigolo town filming a chocolate gigolo.

It was already evening when we finished work. Lu Xiao called and asked me to have dinner. He said, "Man, can you come out for a bit? I have something to tell you."

"it is good"

I've thought about it, and I'm going to keep the appointment.

The private room was booked at a beautiful five-star hotel. The room was decorated in a very luxurious way, with red wine, glasses and various expensive tableware. There were also two waiters in charge of our room.

This was the first time Lu Xiao and I had sat down in such a formal hotel to drink some red wine and chat.

The atmosphere in the room was so tense and oppressive that neither of us spoke for a long time.

I said, "I'm sorry, you must hate me a lot, and it's understandable that you do."

"I don't hate you that much, Man."

Lu Xiao drank a glass of red wine and whispered to me, "I've applied for a transfer to Beijing. I'll be going to another city to carry out a mission after the New Year. I won't be by your side anymore, so take good care of yourself."

"Are you going to another city because of me?"

My eyes showed a hint of shock, but at the same time, they were full of apology as I said, "Your parents are getting old, and they both want you to stay and work in Beijing. I really feel sorry for you. But I don't want you to get hurt again, and I don't want you to leave Beijing."

"It's meaningless. I thought I would get married and have a happy ending this winter in Beijing, but I never expected God to arrange things this way."

Lu Xiao's eyes were red as she spoke.

I know he's the kind of man who doesn't easily change his mind once he's made up his mind.

I said, "Take good care of yourself, and make sure you stay safe while on mission."

"Um"

Lu Xiao and I drank glass after glass of red wine in the private room. Finally, we fell silent and had nothing to say to each other. After a long silence, I called the waiter to pay the bill.

Just as I was about to get up and leave, Lu Xiao suddenly looked pained. A tear fell from his red eyes and got into his nose, making him look quite pathetic. But I could tell he was really sad because he had lost his love.

He hugged me one last time, buried his head in my shoulder, and sobbed, "Man, is your heart really made of iron? Don't you feel any of the good I've done for you all this time?"

We were already engaged, but just yesterday, you chose President Jiang in front of everyone, pushing me into an emotional abyss.

Did you consider my feelings? Did you consider my parents' feelings? ...For that President Jiang, can you really be so heartless? Can you really love him so recklessly?