The Secret of Second Marriage

After I finished eating the chocolate, I went back to my desk and sat there for a long time before my mood improved a little.

Seeing my dejected look, President Jiang said to me, "How about I treat you to dinner tonight at eight o'clock?"

An incredibly handsome, gentle, and mature man, who runs a fairly large company, actually invited me to dinner.

I said, "How about I treat you? Mr. Jiang, tonight at 8 pm at the Encounter Restaurant."

Mr. Jiang accepted my invitation and gave me a smile.

"Alright, see you there."

He said.

I had a simple lunch at the cafeteria.

In the afternoon, President Jiang met with a very important guest at the company and signed a contract.

I'm busy working in the office.

When I got off work in the evening, Mr. Jiang drove me out to dinner.

He and I walked downstairs to the company building, and we happened to see a yoga shop that had opened on the second floor of the commercial street across the street.

A row of huge flower baskets and red couplets were displayed at the entrance of the store, with the inscription "A gift from General Manager Xue".

Yang Yufei, the mistress, was dressed exceptionally beautifully in a modern Chinese style, wearing a red mink vest and sporting long, permed hair. She exuded an arrogant and smug air, behaving like a boss lady.

When she saw me leaving get off work, she deliberately called my husband out of the store and said in a coquettish tone, "Honey, I want to eat seafood tonight."

"You can eat whatever you want. Yufei, you're practically a national treasure now. Whatever you want to eat, your husband will take you."

Xue Fan was extremely gentle with her.

"Honey, you're so good to me. Seafood at Western restaurants isn't cheap; a single serving costs over a thousand yuan. I heard you've never bought such expensive meals for your ex-wife before?"

Yang Yufei showed a smug look, took my husband's arm, kissed him on the cheek, and acted affectionately.

"Yufei, in my heart, she can't compare to you. She's just a housewife, she doesn't cost much money."

My husband said it shamelessly.

I saw them turn around, their faces expressionless, and felt a chill run down my spine.

This is the first time I've realized that mistresses can be so disgusting. My husband acts like a grandson in front of her.

I barely managed to control my raging anger and got into President Jiang's million-dollar Mercedes.

There was some traffic on the way, and the car didn't arrive at the Western restaurant's parking lot until 8:30.

Mr. Jiang, with his impeccable manners, got out of the car and opened the door for me, saying, "There was a bit of traffic on the way, so I'm a little late. Sorry. Are you hungry?"

It's okay.

I said with a smile.

We went upstairs together and had a Western meal.

Before dinner, I stood up and poured Mr. Jiang a glass of red wine, then politely shook his hand to express my gratitude for his help over the past few days.

"President Jiang, thank you for taking care of me during my time at the company. I will work hard to repay the company."

"Miss Jiang, you're too kind."

During the meal, President Jiang kept looking into my eyes, especially my eyes.

He said, "Miss Jiang, your eyes are very beautiful."

I felt it was a bit abrupt to be praised like that by a man.

I have this strange feeling that every time he looks up into my eyes, it's with such deep affection, as if he's looking through me into the eyes of another woman.

My expression turned a little awkward. I coughed twice and reminded him, "Mr. Jiang, let's have dinner. This meal is on me. Thank you for taking care of me all this time."

"Miss Jiang, I'm really not used to you being so polite to me."

We're out drinking, not doing business or anything, so don't be shy.

This meal is on me, and this is also a gift for you.

Mr. Jiang took a sip of red wine, then very considerately cut the steak with a knife and fork and handed it to me. He then took out a gift from under his seat and gave it to me.

It was packaged in a very expensive gift box.

I don't know what's inside.

We were chatting.

I never expected that my husband and his mistress would also be dining at this restaurant.

They ordered a seafood set meal.

Moreover, the mistress deliberately pulled my husband to sit next to us at the table. She was carrying an LV bag and said to my husband, "Honey, your ex-wife and her boss are also here for Western food. What a coincidence."

My husband felt a pang of pain; he probably never expected that my boss and I would go out for a meal alone.

His expression froze, and he walked towards me, carrying a faint scent of jasmine perfume. I guess he had gotten involved with another mistress.

He lowered his voice and said, "Jiang Man, we're not divorced yet. You're already going on dates with men; aren't you being incredibly unfaithful?"

"You cheated on me first, so you have no right to judge me."

I say.

I'm also ready to give up and do whatever I want.

Even if my relationship with my boss is completely innocent, I don't want to explain further. It's good to just annoy my husband like this.

He really thought that no one else wanted me except him.

I'm only around 30 years old, the prime of my life, okay?

"Looks like you're a pretty rich man. You can't find any kind of woman you want, so why are you trying to seduce my wife? Do you believe I'll have someone cripple you?"

My husband looked at President Jiang and threatened him with a ferocious expression.

Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "My hobby is martial arts for fitness. I'm a provincial martial arts champion. Would you like to give it a try?"

President Jiang was tall and imposing, with a handsome appearance. He even outshone my husband, a weak and bookish man, in terms of sheer presence.

My husband chickened out.

He gritted his teeth and cursed them as adulterers and harlots.

President Jiang rolled his eyes at him, his tone full of disdain: "Your wife started from scratch with you, gave up her career, and was a full-time housewife for 6 years. And how did you treat her? You cheated on her and transferred all your assets to your mistress."

You've deeply broken her heart, what right do you have to make sarcastic remarks here?

My husband was speechless after being confronted by President Jiang. Since he couldn't fight back, he had no choice but to return to his seat. Just then, the waiter brought them their dishes, which were all seafood feasts, such as lobster, abalone, and sea cucumber.

Mr. Jiang was worried that I wouldn't have enough to eat, so he specially ordered a crab roe noodle dish.

I glanced at the price of the crab roe noodles—998 yuan a bowl—it's really expensive.

Mr. Jiang handed me the menu and said, "What else would you like to eat? Order whatever you like."

I don't know why he's so good to me.

I said, "No need, there's enough to eat."

Perhaps because I was tired after a long day, I kept my head down and ate my meal.

After dinner, President Jiang asked me to open the gift box.

I opened the gift box and found the latest iPhone and a digital watch.

That Apple Watch also looked quite valuable; it was pink and a children's version.

These gifts add up to tens of thousands.

I quickly said, "President Jiang, I can't accept this."

"I told you not to be polite with me."

President Jiang said.

The mistress's face turned green instantly, and seeing this, she gripped her knife and fork tightly with jealousy.

She probably didn't expect that President Jiang would give me such an expensive gift.

She feigned annoyance and said coquettishly, "Honey, I want one too."

My husband said gently, "Sweetie, honey, I'll buy it for you in a bit."

I was disgusted by what I saw.

I said, "Mr. Jiang, please take your time eating. I'll go pay the bill."

President Jiang said, "I'm full too."

He took my hand, shoved the gift box into it, and said, "I won't let a woman pay for the meal. The bill has already been paid."

He even thoughtfully asked the waiter to pack some snacks for me to take back to my daughter.

I am very grateful to him.

We left the Western restaurant together, and even after walking quite a distance, I could still feel a jealous and hateful gaze emanating from behind.

Those two gazes came from my husband and his mistress, respectively.

My gloomy mood from my husband's infidelity has eased a little. Now that things have come to this, divorce doesn't seem like such a big deal.

As we were looking for the car together in the parking lot, I asked Mr. Jiang, "Boss, may I ask why you're so nice to me?"

President Jiang looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, "It's a secret."

What kind of secret makes him treat me so specially?

I couldn't figure it out at all.

Mr. Jiang originally planned to drive me home, but he received a call halfway there saying that there were some errors in the afternoon's contract and that I needed to go back to the company to work overtime.

Mr. Jiang said, "Could you come back to the company with me?"

"it is good"

I feel that my boss is so good to me, so I'm willing to go back to the company with him to work overtime.

Late at night, all the lights in our office building were off, except for a few software companies that were still working through the night.

After taking the elevator upstairs, I called my daughter on my watch. My daughter will be staying at Sister Juan's house tonight and sleeping with Sister Juan's daughter.

My daughter said, "I miss my mom."

I said, "Sweetie, Mommy has to work overtime. I'll come home to be with you tomorrow."

My daughter was very understanding; she kissed me, said goodnight, and hung up the phone.

Mr. Jiang said, "I saw the picture of your daughter on your WeChat Moments. She's very cute, and her eyes look just like yours."

"Um"

I nodded.

We went upstairs together, first to Mr. Jiang's office, turned on the lights, pulled up the contract on the computer, and carefully checked and modified it.

Mr. Jiang is very serious when he works. He is revising the contract while negotiating with the client on the other end of the phone.

I made him a cup of coffee.

Just when we finally finished our work, we suddenly heard some indescribable sounds coming from the conference room next door.

Two of my colleagues didn't leave work late at night; they secretly went back to the office and did *that* kind of thing in the meeting room.

I blushed when I heard that.