The Secret of Second Marriage

"President Jiang, I've met a scumbag. Half of my life has already been ruined. I don't want to meet someone who deceives me again."

We're already a couple, and I hope to meet an honest man. I really want to ask you, is there any secret you're not telling me?

I sat in the passenger seat, looked him in the eyes, and asked him that question.

Mr. Jiang is a generous and magnanimous person. He is a big boss who can afford to buy me expensive cosmetics and exquisite clothes, and also let me live in a big house.

I don't know why, but I always feel that he has a secret, and I always feel that things won't work out between us in the end. It's just a gut feeling that I can't explain.

I think although I really like President Jiang, I might be more interested in money, but not so obviously. Maybe I'm after emotional value and love.

All are adults.

Sometimes I can't see through the man in front of me.

President Jiang is very clever, almost to the point of being ruthless.

He said casually, "Man, we've known each other for so long. I like you, and it's enough that you like me too. After all these years, you still don't understand me. I have no secrets from you."

Really? Really?

What's the deal with that photo of him and his ex-girlfriend? Also, I clearly remember that he always used the same password for both his computer and phone screens.

As far as I know, that password is neither President Jiang's birthday nor my birthday; it should be another woman's birthday.

"What if you're lying to me?"

I asked.

After remaining silent for a long time, President Jiang finally said, "Man, I'm a grown man in my thirties. It's impossible for me to have no secrets and be as clean as a blank sheet of paper. Please don't ask anymore, okay?"

"it is good"

I have many guesses in my mind. What exactly is his secret?

I'm not a naive and innocent person.

When I first joined the company, I heard from one of Mr. Jiang's friends that he had a crush on a female senior in college, whose family background was even better than Mr. Jiang's.

Mr. Jiang and his senior were childhood sweethearts. He pursued her for many years but couldn't win her over. I heard that the rich and beautiful girl later went abroad to study.

I want to ask President Jiang, is it because I look a lot like his first love that he still rejects so many young and beautiful girls in the company and can't forget me?

I want to tell him that I don't want to get involved in romantic relationships anymore and that I want to break up with him. Because even though I'm a divorced woman, I still have my self-respect.

I suddenly thought of Wanwan from "Empresses in the Palace" and felt a pang of sadness.

When President Jiang and I were doing that kind of thing, who was he really thinking about?

It was a ridiculous thought, yet it surged so strongly that I had to restrain myself.

I suddenly said, "Mr. Jiang, I'd like to have a drink. Would you like to come with me for a drink?"

But now Mr. Jiang treats me very well, and I'm attracted to his mature manly gentleness and his willingness to grant my every wish. I think I really am a greedy woman.

Late at night, Mr. Jiang took me to a bar to drown my sorrows.

He ordered me a beer and said, "Man, I know you're feeling bad, drink less. It's not worth it for a jerk like that."

"I'm not doing this for my ex-husband, I'm doing this for myself."

I say.

This is my honest opinion.

I don't feel sorry for my ex-husband at all, that hypocritical, heartless, and selfish man. I only feel sorry for my past self, who wasted all my passion on a dog.

Ten years of dedication, only to be betrayed.

Mr. Jiang and I were drinking in a brightly lit bar.

The bar we chose was very stylish in the business district. It was an artsy bar with beautiful lighting and a singer playing guitar on stage, singing sentimental love songs.

We sat in a corner, drinking our lonely drinks.

On stage, a young woman in a white dress was playing the guitar and singing Lao Lang's "My Deskmate".

President Jiang's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said to me, "Man, I really miss my school days. Those were truly youthful times, full of passion, naive and clueless, with endless energy."

I remember back then our whole class formed a band and performed everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, all those classmates from back then have gone their separate ways, rushing about in the hustle and bustle of life.

"Yes, when I was in college, I was just a clueless girl. Sometimes when the girls in my dorm had birthdays..."

My classmates and I stayed up all night at a karaoke bar and didn't return to our dorm until dawn.

But I've been divorced once and am now a mother.

I say.

I sat in a corner of the bar, drank a glass of wine, and reminisced about my youth and the fleeting years.

Mr. Jiang and I chatted and drank together, reminiscing about our time in college.

The bar is a place where many lonely and empty men and women drink all kinds of alcohol together.

As I drank, I could feel the desires and suppressed emotions that had been entangled by worldly concerns during the day being released at night.

As a woman overwhelmed by life, I just want to indulge in this wine for a short while, letting my soul revel in this dazzling, intoxicating place.

I suddenly saw my ex-husband, Xue Fan, holding hands with a woman in a red dress as they entered the bar.

My vision blurred for a moment, and I thought I was seeing things, but after putting down my glass and looking closely, I realized that the man in the suit was indeed my husband, and the beautiful woman he was holding hands with was definitely not Yang Yufei.

Even though Yang Yufei was heavily pregnant, she couldn't drink alcohol at the bar.

More importantly, Yang Yufei's lower abdomen was already slightly protruding, but the beautiful woman in front of her was tall, with a flat stomach, long hair, and a particularly elegant demeanor.

I said to General Manager Jiang, "What do you think of that area?"

President Jiang looked over.

However, the beautiful woman was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so it was impossible to see what she looked like.

But I have a gut feeling that I must know this beautiful woman somewhere before, and have seen her before.

Following my gaze, President Jiang saw my ex-husband holding hands with a beautiful woman, being affectionate and flirting.

President Jiang said, "What is he playing at? He just got divorced, and he's already seeing someone else outside. He's really a womanizer and shameless."

I looked up at President Jiang and said, "Yes, I really didn't expect him to be so promiscuous. He just got divorced and found a mistress. Before he could even make her his official wife, he was already seeing other women outside."

I really don't understand how a scumbag like Xue Fan can attract so many women's attention. What do these beauties like about him? Is it his womanizing, dirty nature, and shamelessness?

"In other words, this is a good thing." President Jiang suddenly laughed and said to me, "Man, you should be glad you got out of this mess. Otherwise, this kind of scumbag would have a mistress, and he would have a fourth and fifth mistress. You would never be able to catch all the cheaters in your life."

"yes"

Suddenly I realized I wasn't so bad off.

Xue Fan is truly a scumbag. The man I've loved for so many years has turned out to be a scumbag from beginning to end.

That's disgusting.

I said, "Mr. Jiang, we've had enough to drink, let's go home."

"Um"

Mr. Jiang helped me up to leave the bar, but as soon as we got up, we ran into my ex-husband and another beautiful woman.

When Xue Fan saw me and President Jiang holding hands, his eyes turned red with jealousy.

He looked at me with a somewhat pale face, his eyes still filled with desire and a sense of hedonism.

He suddenly lit a cigarette, took a puff, looked at the flickering lights, and said, "Jiang Man, I never thought a good woman like you would come to a place like this, indulging in a life of debauchery."

You are really different from before.

You used to be so conservative; you never dared to wear skirts that went above your knees.

"You've only been divorced for less than a month and you're already looking for another man. Didn't you say you'd love me forever?"

"Heh, you think I'm stupid enough to love a scumbag like you for life? I almost gave you a good beating after you sold me out. Xue Fan, are you even a man? Yang Yufei is still pregnant, and you're already seeing other women?"

Do you even have a shred of decency or conscience?

I was silent for a moment before speaking to him.

Xue Fan was furious: "You're not my wife, it's none of your business what I do outside. I'm out having fun late at night, and you're no better yourself."

Do you really think Mr. Jiang is sincere towards you? You two just met at work and had a one-night stand.

Do you think it's possible for a successful man to say he's only ever been with one woman in his life? If you believe him, I'm a fool.

Whose child is Tangtang? Do I need to say it again? Haven't you done anything wrong to apologize to me?

"Whether you believe it or not, Tangtang is your child."

I say.

Xue Fan gritted his teeth, his expression a mixture of jealousy and resentment, and said, "Heh, don't make me a cuckold."

I've raised someone else's daughter for so many years, and I haven't even settled accounts with you yet.

You know perfectly well whose child Tangtang is. Let me tell you, if you want me to take responsibility, you need to provide some concrete evidence. Don't try to play games with me with empty words.

Jiang Man, listen to me carefully. I won't be paying Tangtang's 500 yuan child support anymore. A promiscuous woman like you will get your comeuppance sooner or later…”

"Believe it or not, I don't want to get entangled with you anymore... Xue Fan, the thing I regret most in my life is meeting you."

I suddenly curled a sarcastic smile into my lips, then grabbed President Jiang's hand, turned around, and left the bar without looking back.

As President Jiang watched my lonely figure, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

As we walked out of the bar, he hugged me and said, "Man, although Tangtang isn't my daughter, I will take responsibility for her."

He handed me a bank card: "This is my supplementary card. From now on, you're my girlfriend, and I'll support you and Tangtang."

You've lost a lot of weight since filming wrapped up; go buy some supplements tomorrow to help you recover.

I was silent for a while before saying, "President Jiang, no need... I'm not that pretentious. Even after the divorce, I'm still strong-willed. I'll raise my daughter and won't cause you any trouble."

Also, Mr. Jiang, although we had a relationship, it was all consensual, and I particularly admire you.

I don't want our relationship to become a purely transactional exchange of money.

"Man, you are the first woman I've truly felt for in all these years. If you want to take responsibility for you, I will."

President Jiang hugged me and said.

……

Mr. Jiang and I were both drunk, so we hired a designated driver to take us home.

We stepped into the elevator together. Mr. Jiang hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead and ears, and said, "Man, how about staying at my place tonight?"

"No"

I suddenly laughed and said absentmindedly, "I want to go home. I miss my daughter."

"Remember to drink a hangover soup when you get back, otherwise you'll feel very dizzy when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Jiang Zong posted this.

He watched me walk back to my room.

He took the elevator up to another floor, to his own home.

When I got home, it was completely dark. I didn't turn on the lights and just sat on the sofa for a long time, feeling like crying.

I called Juan and asked, "Juan, are you asleep?"