The Secret of Second Marriage

"Sis, if you don't like it, I won't do it again next time."

Shen Xing's clear black eyes dimmed slightly, and he lowered his head in silence, like a child who had done something wrong.

In the end, I couldn't bear to blame him, so I said to him, "It's okay, don't be so scared. Since it has happened, let's think of a solution step by step."

"At worst, I'll go meet that rich woman and talk to her as the Xia family's daughter. If she still has a husband, I think she probably won't want to make a big fuss."

"I was actually quite nervous before I met you, but after meeting you I'm not afraid anymore, sister. No one can force me to do things I don't want to do... And no one can make me forget the person I love."

Shen Xing looked at me affectionately and said.

I instinctively avoided his gaze. Just then, my mother called, asking why I hadn't come home yet, as it was already midnight.

My mom was still fantasizing on the phone: "Man, did you go on a date with Lu Xiao today? Will you two have a heart-to-heart talk as soon as you meet? And will you still be reluctant to part?"

"You haven't come back yet. Tell Mom the truth, have you rekindled your old flame with Lu Xiao? If you two go to a hotel, Mom knows what's going on, young people will be like that, but remember to use a condom."

"Mom, what are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of woman?"

My face flushed instantly, and I stammered, feeling guilty, "Lu Xiao has already cut off contact with me. We're basically over now."

I came out today to help a friend relax. My friend has been going through some tough times lately, so I'm accompanying him to go shopping, see a concert, and have a few drinks together in the evening.

I'll be home right away, don't worry about me.

My mom said, "Man, come back quickly! I have something very important to discuss with you tomorrow morning."

"it is good"

I told Shen Xing, "My mom called, I have to go home."

"Sis, I'll take you home."

Shen Xing said.

It was already late at night, and it was hard to get a taxi. To make matters worse, it started to rain. Winter rain is cold and icy, and the fine, drizzling rain pattered down on the sycamore trees along the street, leaving a carpet of withered yellow leaves on the ground.

Leaves fluttered in the wind, carrying a cool breeze in the night. The puddles on the road reflected the streetlights, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street, making it look particularly desolate and lonely.

Shen Xing took off his down jacket and shone it over both of our heads. Then he protected me and we went to a commercial street on the main road, where we hailed a taxi.

He took my hand and got into the car, instructing the driver to take me home first.

I said, "Put your down jacket on quickly. It was freezing cold just now, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"No, no, sister, I'm young, I can handle it, I won't catch a cold."

A faint smile appeared on Shen Xing's lips.

Shen Xing and I said goodnight to each other. The taxi driver dropped me off at the entrance of my villa complex, whistled, and joked with a touch of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), "Kid, you have good taste! You've met a rich and beautiful woman, and she lives in such an expensive neighborhood... This is a villa that only the wealthy can afford."

"I just like her as a person, it has nothing to do with the villa or anything like that."

Shen Xing said.

I didn't say anything. After getting off the bus and returning home, I felt my face burning.

I told myself, Jiang Man, even though you've fallen for him, don't let things go awry. Being caught between two men, if things escalate too much, you might lose President Jiang for the rest of your life…

Thinking of President Jiang's aloof and noble figure, I felt a pang of melancholy and reluctance. Shen Xing and I are just friends. No matter what, I will definitely step in to help him solve this problem tomorrow.

I returned home, quickly washed up and went to bed. The next morning, President Jiang still sent someone to my home to deliver a bouquet of flowers, a very large bouquet of pink lilies, which seemed to be Siberian lilies, and they smelled especially sweet.

After my mom signed for it, she put it in a vase and placed it on the breakfast table. I felt that this bouquet of flowers made the villa's dining room much more romantic.

While I was having breakfast, my mom said, "Man, your sister Weiwei called again. She said she knows she was wrong and wants to talk to you."