How did I marry into a wealthy family during my second marriage?

Early the next morning, Jiang Mingchu began to perform a combination of quail and dog licking. He seized the opportunity to confess to me, admit his mistakes, ask me for help, and was humble and unyielding throughout the whole process.

To be honest, I admire Jiang Mingchu from the bottom of my heart: a man who can bend, stretch, and persevere. Gou Jian had to die with hatred during his lifetime.

The person who had never cooked since getting married got up early in the morning to make breakfast for me. He combined Chinese and Western elements and set up a table with quite a lot of variety.

I was so disgusted that I didn’t even look at it and said coldly, “You don’t have to do these things.”

Jiang Mingchu's mother is an ignorant village woman after all. She doesn't understand that his son is trying to make ends meet, and is pretending to be affectionate in order to be forgiven. She feels that there is really no need for his son to lower his profile in front of me. Who am I? If I get divorced, I will be a depreciated second-hand commodity. I will definitely not dare to divorce his son.

Seeing that I didn't even look at the table of breakfast that her son had worked so hard to cook for an hour or two, Zhang Cuifang stood up and slapped the table, pointed at my nose and scolded me, "Ruan Zhen, there is a limit to your temper! How could a man not take care of himself? Just go home! It was your parents who spoiled you and developed a temper like yours. Let me tell you, a guy like you will be beaten in our countryside! You don't want to Give me a slap on the nose, my son..."

Before the old witch could finish her words, Jiang Mingchu slapped her chopsticks on the table to stop her.

"Mom, can you please stop interfering in the matter between me and Zhenzhen?"

"Son..." Zhang Cuifang looked at Jiang Mingchu in astonishment, "Isn't Mom helping you educate this little prostitute?"

"Do you really want to see Ruan Zhen and I divorce?" Jiang Mingchu frowned, looking like he was blaming himself for his mistakes. "It was my fault for cheating! If you are rude to Zhen Zhen again, I will buy a ticket tomorrow. Take you home."

The old witch was stunned for a moment, "Okay, my son, who I have worked so hard to raise, is because my wife has begun to dislike me as a mother who is nosy!"

Jiang Mingchu looked at her speechlessly, "Mom, that's not what I meant. Don't make trouble unreasonably."

"What else do you mean? You just don't like me being an eyesore here!" The old witch immediately cried, with snot and tears in her eyes, which was very funny. What kind of son is he! Why is my life so miserable! His father, you might as well take me away with you, so that I don’t have to be disliked by others here!”

Jiang Mingchu rubbed his temples helplessly, his eyes and expression were simply perfect.

The scene is very exciting.

I really want to applaud this shameless mother and son. This high level of tacit cooperation in singing and harmonizing is beyond the reach of the pillars of Deyun Society, right?

I sincerely feel sorry for all the movie stars in the entertainment industry. If Jiang Mingchu had not been admitted to Jiangnan University, but went to a school like Beijing Film Academy or Drama School, it would be difficult for all the movie stars and top actors to make a living, right?

They should really thank Jiang Mingchu for being kind-hearted and leaving them a way to survive.

Jiang Mingchu hurried to work and left without any further entanglement with the old witch.

After I washed up and came out, Xu Weitang called and said that a private detective had been found for me. His business card was pushed and he would add me immediately.

After closing the line, I passed the friend verification.

The other party immediately greeted him with just two words: Nanyuan.

Before I could respond, Nanyuan asked me if I had time to meet today. There is something that needs to be discussed in detail.

I said yes, where can I make an appointment?

Nanyuan says to find a place where you feel safe and where you have a good reason to be there.

After thinking for a few seconds, I sent the address of my old home.

Nan Yuan came over with an OK expression and said he would be there within an hour.

My old house is located on Wutong Road, the French Concession during the Republic of China. After my parents passed away, this place became a place I didn’t want to set foot in - every corner and every object carries memories of my parents and me.

The villas here are all small French-style houses. Basically, each one has its own small garden. When my mother was alive, she planted wall-climbing bubble roses in the garden. When the flower season comes, the bubbles bloom all over the wall. , every shot is a blockbuster.

After getting married, Jiang Mingchu was afraid that I would be sad all day long after seeing things and missing people, so he proposed to move out, so he bought the large flat floor of 300 square meters where we live now.

I just got out of the car when suddenly a Bentley Continental drove past the corner.

The window was half-lowered, and in just a few seconds, I could clearly see the solemn and solemn face of the man in the cab.

It's strange, why is Wen Xuyan here?

Although Wen Xuyan and I are not familiar with each other, when he came to my house to work with my dad, my dad often asked him to have dinner before going back, saying that it was quite a long way home for him and that being hungry was not good for his health.

That means his family doesn't live here.

What is he doing here?

I took a few steps forward, and from that angle I happened to see Wen Xuyan driving his car and parked in front of a foreign-style building. He honked his horn once or twice. After a while, someone came out and opened the door, and the black Bentley Continental drove slowly. Enter, and the iron door closes again.

Will Wen Xuyan buy a house near here?

Just when I was wondering about my childhood, an honest male voice called my name, "Miss Ruan?"

I heard the sound and saw a man wearing navy blue work clothes and a peaked cap standing at the door of my house. He was carrying a tool box in his hand. There were several words printed on the chest of the work clothes: Nancheng After-sales Service Center. Next to him was a car. It was a black battery car that showed signs of age and weathering, and the wheels were covered with mud.

I immediately realized that this man was the private detective Xu Weitang introduced to me, Nan Yuan.

This equipment... is really professional.

Entering the living room, Nan Yuan looked at the astonishing bookshelf on the entire wall of my living room and asked me how many books were there?

"Several thousand copies," I took out two bottles of mineral water from the locker and handed one to Nan Yuan. "They are all left by my parents. They are their lifetime treasures."

Nan Yuan opened the water and took a sip, then sat casually on the sofa in front of the bookshelf. He took off his peaked cap, revealing a face that was a little dark but it was hard to ignore his handsome features.

The color of his facial skin is a bit like that of Louis Koo, which gives him a very healthy and masculine look. His eyes are deep and sharp, and there is an indescribable vicissitude, calmness, and sharpness in his eyes when he looks at people.

He took out a stack of A4 paper from the tool box and handed it to me. On it were densely packed phone numbers, length of the call, time, and date.

"Last night, I checked Jiang Mingchu's call records for the past year, and found a number starting with 187. Jiang Mingchu contacted her almost every day, sometimes for an hour or two, sometimes for just a few seconds. So my people checked the owner’s information and found that the owner was a woman named Jiang Xi.”

I looked through the call records, glanced at Nan Yuan, and thought to myself, he could find out the name of Jiang Mingchu's mistress in one night, no wonder the commission was six figures.

Seeing that I was dazed, Nan Yuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pulled out the photos in the album, and handed the phone screen to me.

"She is Jiang Xi."

The moment I saw the woman's face on the screen, I was stunned beyond words.

It was her!

After all, Nan Yuan is a private detective, and his observation skills are subtle and keen. Seeing my surprise, he immediately asked me, "Miss Ruan, do you know Jiang Xi?"

Shock and anger surged into my heart at the same time. I shook my head, "I don't know! But she almost killed me!"