Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

In the past, even though Chen Xinrao was pampered and had a petty temper, she didn't have such perverted and vicious thoughts.

Ever since her fingers were chopped off and her face was disfigured, her temperament has become more and more cunning day by day. She is either planning to harm others, throwing temper tantrums at the medical staff, or catching herself over and over again asking if she loves her again. don't love her.

If she has a peaceful temper and keeps the old beauty, he can also take care of her for the rest of her life.

Only now... he suddenly felt tired.

"What are you looking at?"

After watching the wedding dress with Ning Weiwei yesterday, she went to bed very early, so she came to the studio earlier today than before.

The people from the design department are all around here, so she can't help but get closer:

"I was looking at Miss Ning and Brother Li's wedding invitation..."

Before the word "what" was asked, it was swallowed back.

It's not an invitation, it's just a morning newspaper in City A.

Newspaper headlines:

"The Song Group welcomes an orthodox successor: Mrs. Song returns to China with her son."

On the paper printed with ink, Chen Xinxue, who was smiling happily with her son in her arms, looked at the camera decently and gracefully, as if she was a winner.

"let me see."

Heartbroken, Mu Wan'an took the newspaper and carefully read the report of the visit. It said how Song Bingjue loved her deeply, and how his son Pingping's return made him ecstatic.

When referring to the predecessor "Mu Wan'an", Chen Xinxue's answer can be said to be watertight:
"Men, especially successful men, always have some women around them. In the past, it was because I wasn't by his side. Now that I'm back, I think they have no reason to keep pestering him."

Like Chen Xinxue and Jiang Ning, her existence was easily attributed to "some women".

Not getting the information she wanted from this newspaper, Mu Wan'an sighed, looked at her colleague who looked at her with concern, and forced a smile:
"Why are you staring at me? Where can you meet a perfect person in this world?"

"Song Bingjue is really a scumbag!"

After a long time, a girl who once regarded Song Bingjue as her idol couldn't help but say indignantly:

"What does he think of Miss Good Night? A casual thing?"

"Good night sister, we all see how kind you are to him and his child... You are obviously such a good person!"

The rest of the designers couldn't help but feel sorry for her, and Mu Wan'an couldn't help showing a wry smile when she heard their babbling:
"You all just graduated from college, so you idealized your life."

A story about a senior and a senior that I heard a long time ago quietly came to mind, and Mu Wan'an said lightly:

"I know a schoolgirl. She and her boyfriend are childhood sweethearts, and they have a very good relationship. We all envied her at the time."

When I was a teenager, I had this kind of stable happiness. Even if I could see the end of my life at a glance, it didn't seem to matter.

"And then? Are they together?"

This story seems to have a tragic meaning from the beginning-children's childhood sweethearts and so on, it always feels too unrealistic.

"They broke up after their entrepreneurial success."

In fact, this ending is really embarrassing. Mu Wan'an couldn't help sighing when she thought of the still beautiful but lonely senior she saw in the milk tea shop near the school when she was in her senior year:

"The senior's entrepreneurial project has received angel financing, and success is just around the corner. He will become the youngest and most successful entrepreneur in China—of course, he is now. It's just that the people who accompanied him all the way have left."

"How did this happen? Did that boy cheat? Was he caught and raped in bed?"

The girl with "I knew men don't have a good thing" written all over her face clenched her fists angrily:

"If I were that senior sister, I would definitely take revenge back!"

"How else can I say that your experience is still inexperienced?"

Couldn't help laughing, Mu Wan'an looked a little far away, "Sister said she was the one who proposed the breakup, and there was no quarrel or cheating. She just felt that this person is no longer the person she wanted at that time."

The people present were stunned for a while, and after a long time, the girl asked stupidly:

"How could it be like this? Obviously...it's been so many years, and we've gone through so many hardships together..."

"I couldn't figure it out before. It's not easy for a relationship to persist. Why do some people break up when they say they want to break up?"

Thinking of his feelings of reluctantly letting go at that time, a helpless and desolate smile appeared on Mu Wan'an's face:

"I think that when the relationship deteriorates, some people will not be able to give up, but because the sunk cost is too high. However, the correct approach is to stop the loss in time."

The whole office was quiet, and the ignorant little girl lowered her head as if she was thinking about something.

Mu Wan'an put down the newspaper, clapped her hands to bring them back to their senses, cheered up and said:
"Starting work, students, from our seniors, what you have to learn is that it is better to work hard and make money than wasting time and falling in love. Lovers may leave you, but money will not~"

Seeing that she was still smiling and joking around, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said one after another:
"We thought Sister Wan'an would be addicted to the love between men and women and couldn't extricate herself... We were thinking too much."

Everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, Mu Wan'an also packed up her mood, and when she was about to go back to the office, she bumped into Song Jiajia head-on.

Song Jiajia, who was wearing professional attire, stared at her with disapproval, her eyes were extremely sharp, and she felt extremely guilty.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Guiltyly pulling the hair on both sides behind her ears, Mu Wan'an had a faint smile on her face:
"Are you not working today?"

"Work is not as important as you. I have something to talk to you about."

There was obvious resistance on her face, Song Jiajia sighed, "There are some things you have to face, good night, I am for your own good."

The wind on the roof was as strong as ever, making people's hair messy and flying, and their eyes could hardly be opened. Mu Wan'an felt a little dry, so she pursed her lips and said:

"Say whatever you want to say."

"Because of Song Bingjue, do you want to be so depressed?"

The eyes were complicated and unspeakable, Song Jiajia deliberated for a long time, and then said cautiously:

"You should know that there are still many good men in this world, and there are many loves that last forever. Meeting Song Bingjue doesn't explain anything."

"I still have expectations for relationships, but I just don't want to invest in a new relationship so quickly."

Unexpectedly, what she was going to say was this, Mu Wan'an unknowingly breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at the smoggy blue cityscape in front of her, which seemed to be wrapped in a faint smog, with a smile in the corner of her eyes:
"I was thinking, did I study hard and go abroad just to find a good partner? Was my life in the first ten years just laying the groundwork for my marriage later? This is really terrible."

"When you go to the end, you still need someone to accompany you."

Although she didn't say it clearly, the meaning in the words was already obvious. Song Jiajia couldn't figure out what state she was in now, so she could only say vaguely:
"Friends may be able to accompany you on a long journey, but they are always less caring than the person next to your pillow."

"Maybe."

Without denying her words, Mu Wan'an lowered her eyes, the smile on her face still unchanged:
"Walk for a while and watch for a while. If everything is thought out in advance, what's the point?"

Judging from what she meant, it seemed that she was not so decisive. Song Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

"You suddenly mentioned the matter of senior sister and senior, I feel really unlucky. If you are like senior sister Jingyu...what will we do, friends who have always cared about you?"

"Do you think I'm irrationally saying these things?"

As soon as Senior Jingyu was mentioned, Mu Wan'an's expression became more dull, and her eyes were sober after a thorough understanding:
"I have never understood my life plan like this moment. I know what kind of life I want to live, and I know that some people are my responsibility... Jiajia, thank you for caring about me, but I am no longer a child .”

The corners of the eyes and the brows were a little red, but the expression on the eyebrows was extremely cold. Mu Wan'an held Song Jiajia's hand, probably because they stood in the wind for a long time, and their hands were extraordinarily cold.

Taking Pingping to the Children's Hospital in City A, Chen Xinxue's usually calm and complacent face showed anxiety for the first time, and she asked the doctor in front of him holding the medical records:
"Doctor, how is my child? Is there any cure for this disease?"

"Well... this kind of disease should be carefully raised since childhood. If it is carefully taken care of for ten years, his physique should be better at this age."

The condition is not optimistic. When facing the most honorable woman in city A, the doctor still has some reservations in his tone:

"Judging from the current situation, his physical condition is really not satisfactory."

"He is Song Bingjue's son, do you understand what that means?"

Holding the child in her arms tightly, Chen Xinxue's face was distressed and threatened:

"You can be saved if you can, and if you can't, you have to do your best. Bring me all the precious medicinal materials and medicines that can prolong your life! As long as you can keep my mediocrity... as long as you can keep him, the price is up to you!"

"It's not a matter of price..."

A drop of sweat streaked the top of the doctor's head. He felt that he couldn't make sense to her, so he could only step back and say:
"Like I said, your child was born with an insufficient womb, and you didn't take care of it carefully after birth, so it's so weak... This is a problem with the level of medical technology development, and it has nothing to do with money."