The Secret of Second Marriage

She left the party looking disheveled and cursing.

Director Zhang's wife looked at Zhang Zhiwei with some disdain and said to me, "She and her husband run a talent agency together."

Everyone knows she and her husband each have their own lives. Man, it must have been incredibly difficult for you to terminate your contract with that company.

I heard that Zhang Zhiwei recruited a large number of young and beautiful girls to accompany wealthy patrons for drinks and filmed several low-budget, inexpensive web dramas that were rather explicit.

They're always up to no good; I think they're the ones who muddyed the waters of the entertainment industry. Don't take it to heart!

Director Zhang and the producer surprisingly sided with me, saying, "Ms. Jiang Man, you're right. In the entertainment industry, the only way to truly establish yourself is through acting skills. Our film is a Qing Dynasty drama with an investment of several hundred million yuan. I think your acting is quite good. Go back and prepare well, and wait for the notification to go to Hengdian for the audition for the role of Consort Gao."

"Thank you, director."

I toasted the director and his wife with a glass of baijiu and downed it in one gulp.

When the dinner ended late at night, I walked out of the hotel and vomited on the street, still holding my back. I had accidentally drunk too much again today.

Although the air outside is cold, it already has a hint of spring freshness.

Once the Lantern Festival (January 15th of the lunar calendar) is over, spring will soon return to the earth.

I was standing outside the hotel throwing up when Mr. Jiang came to pick me up in his car.

He got out of the car and pulled me into his arms. The first thing he said when he saw me was, "Man, you drank too much at this dinner party today. Your stomach must be upset."

The entertainment industry may seem glamorous, but it's actually quite tough behind the scenes. You have to film "Little Night" and deal with all sorts of interpersonal relationships.

"Manga. If possible, would you like to retire from the entertainment industry and become my wife, staying home to be a good wife and mother?"

"No!"

I decisively rejected him.

I smiled faintly, but in the past, when I heard the sweet words that a man would take care of me, I would feel very touched. But now, I only feel that it is unrealistic and impractical.

Women should never put the initiative in the hands of men; they should always rely on themselves, always be confident, and believe in their own abilities.

"Man, wouldn't it be better if you were my wife? You could stay home, tend the garden, arrange flowers, have afternoon tea, and go shopping with your friends... I don't want you to have such a hard life."

President Jiang looked at me with gentle eyes, his gaze filled with heartache. I knew he was speaking from the heart.

I shook my head and said, "President Jiang, I'm not a vain young girl in my twenties, but a mature woman in my thirties."

Do you know what? I've changed.

I've become stronger than before. I'm tired of being looked down upon, trampled on, bullied, and betrayed, with no power to fight back.

Love alone is not enough to sustain a marriage. You may love me very much now, and you may feel sorry for me.

But one day, you'll feel that I can't make money and am a burden to you!

I don't want to be a full-time housewife anymore. I need to be able to earn money to support myself anytime. I want to have my own career!

I say.

Mr. Jiang raised an eyebrow, looked at me and said, "Then promise me you won't drink so much alcohol in the future."

"I know, I'll be more careful next time."

I say.

Mr. Jiang looked at me and gently stroked my hair. He cared about me too much and loved me too much, which made him lose his composure and say those muddled things.

He said, "My darling, don't be angry. I take back what I just said. Whatever you do, I'll support you. Let's go home!"

President Jiang pulled me into the car, and I sat in the back seat. The driver, sitting in the front, respectfully greeted me, "Good morning, Madam."

"Hello, Uncle Zhou"

I replied politely.

Mr. Jiang and I held hands. When I was bored, he let me snuggle in his arms and drew a heart on the car window with my hand, writing "I love comics!"

Mr. Jiang is really something, almost forty years old, yet still so childish like a young man. I chuckled inwardly, but still felt a sweetness like honey...

When I got back, I was still hungover. I quickly took a shower and drank some water. Mr. Jiang made me a bowl of hangover soup, and then I fell asleep holding him.

The next morning, to my surprise, the area downstairs in my apartment complex and the entire street were plastered with nude photos of me and my ex-husband Xue Fan in bed together. Although we were wearing underwear, our disheveled appearance was enough to drive any man wild with desire.

My agent, Sister Qiong, was furious. She called me: "Man, what happened? How could such private photos be leaked everywhere! We just discussed that project yesterday, and the director was even ready to have you go to Hengdian to take your costume fitting photos. Now look what's going to happen... What are we going to do?"