After a secret marriage, the heir to a wealthy family asks to make it public every day

"Boyfriend?" Jiang Jinfeng raised his eyebrows.

Song Jinshu lowered his head and smiled, "Brother, we agreed to have a secret marriage!"

"We can hide it from others, but we shouldn't think that we are not married!" Jiang Jinfeng gently threw her onto the bed.

Fearing that Mo Lan was upset and without her permission, Song Jinshu did not dare to contact her, and only contacted Mo's mother. From Mo's mother, she learned that they contacted the lawyer introduced by Jiang Jinfeng and filed a lawsuit in court, presenting evidence of Huang Jun's cheating and the recording of her argument before the miscarriage.

The court conducted pre-trial mediation as per the usual practice, and Zhou Qin also worked hard to persuade Huang Jun and his mother through his mother and uncle, and they finally reached a pre-trial mediation.

The Huang family was willing to give their wedding house to Moran as compensation for the physical and psychological damage she had suffered.

After the house was notarized, Moran withdrew the lawsuit and the two registered for divorce.

Song Jinshu was relieved when she heard from Mo's mother that Mo Lan's problem had been resolved, but she didn't know whether to contact Mo Lan, and she didn't know what to say if she did.

When Moran called her, Song Jinshu was on her way down to supervise.

Looking at Moran's name on the phone screen, she was a little hesitant to answer the call.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Luo Yian asked, turning his head slightly.

Song Jinshu quickly answered the call, "Lanlan!"

"Are you at work?" Moran's voice was a little cold.

Song Jinshu said hurriedly: "I was recently assigned to the Municipal Bureau to join a supervision team, and now I am going to the township with the team leader!"

"Let's have dinner together tonight!"

Song Jinshu breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay!"

Before she could say anything, Moran hung up the phone.

After waiting for a while, Luo Yian asked: "Do you have an appointment tonight? Then we should try to come back earlier!"

"It's not easy to make a trip, so let's see how the work is done! The person who called is my best friend, my best friend, so it doesn't matter if she's a little late." After saying that, Song Jinshu asked herself: Now, does Mulan still regard you as her best friend?

Luo Yian smiled, "Don't you girls usually talk on the phone for a long time? How come your best friend is so quick!"

"She is a very decisive girl and never drags her feet when doing things." Song Jinshu felt that his evaluation of Mulan was too accurate. She did not hesitate at all even on such a big matter as divorce, and she cut the Gordian knot quickly.

Luo Yian sighed and said: "Girls nowadays are more capable and ruthless than men!"

"How could you have such an insight?" Song Jinshu joked.

Luo Yian smiled bitterly, "My girlfriend and I have been dating since high school, but she is a better student than me. After graduating from college, I took the civil service exam, and a year later she went to Beijing to study for a master's degree. We agreed that we would get married after she graduated and came back. But she broke up with me a year after she started her doctoral studies, and no matter how I begged, she insisted on breaking up."

"Does she feel that there is a distance between you two now?" Song Jinshu expressed his opinion cautiously.

Luo Yian laughed out loud, "Jinshu, you are still too kind!"

After a long while, Luo Yian spoke again, "I chased her to school and wanted to ask her why, but I found out..."

Song Jinshu didn't know how to comfort Luo Yian, so he asked, "Do you believe in fate?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now I do! I am destined to experience the same fate as her. I just feel so sorry for my parents. Her family is very poor. Ever since we started dating in high school, all her expenses were paid by my parents, from high school until we broke up." Luo Yian patted the steering wheel. "My parents don't mind spending money on her, they just feel that their feelings were misplaced. They treated her like their own daughter, but ended up like this."

Song Jinshu was not in a position to express any opinions. She felt that Luo Yian didn't need her to say anything right now, so she just needed to be a listener.

After a long while, Luo Yian finally said, "Jinshu, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you! There aren't many fools like me, right?"

"How can you say you are a fool?" Song Jinshu advised, "Your family is kind and good-hearted! We live with a clear conscience. No matter good or bad, it will pass."

Luo Yian hummed, "But the scars will never heal. After my mother learned that we broke up, she fell seriously ill, and she became depressed after she recovered. She always blamed herself for living half of her life with my father, but why couldn't we see through a little girl!"

"Maybe your aunt thinks you are the one who was hurt the most! She is worried that her son can't bear it!" Song Jinshu felt inexplicably sad. She guessed that Luo Yian's mother was very angry and very sad, but his mother should be more worried about her son.

Luo Yian suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road, then hurriedly got out and walked to the other side of the tree on the side of the road.

Sighing softly, Song Jinshu also felt like crying.

Whenever someone around us experiences heart-wrenching pain, people always advise them to let it go and forgive. But it is not so easy to let it go, and how can it be so easy to forgive?

Just like the matter between Luo Yian and his girlfriend, that girl owed Luo Yian and his parents too much, both financially and emotionally. Maybe they really didn't care about money, but what about feelings? What about face?

Ten minutes later, Luo Yian returned to the car, looking very calm, but bringing with him a strong smell of tobacco.

"Sorry, I just smoked two cigarettes!" Luo Yian explained after restarting the car.

Song Jinshu shook his head. "It doesn't matter. My father used to smoke, too."

"What does uncle do?" Luo Yian asked casually, thinking it was just a normal chat.

But it took a long time before I heard Song Jinshu say, "My father died when I was twelve years old."

"I'm sorry..." This answer made Luo Yian even more uncomfortable.

Song Jinshu curled his lips, "It doesn't matter. If I don't mention him now, I can hardly remember what he looks like!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore!" Luo Yian wanted to skip this topic.

Song Jinshu smiled and said, "I want to talk to someone about him, too!"

"Then go ahead and say it, Jinshu. I want to listen carefully!" After Luo Yian finished speaking, he heard that Song Jinshu's voice had changed.

Song Jinshu looked at the fields outside the car window and slowly said, "My father is a handsome man with fair skin and beautiful facial features. He is a teacher in a rural primary school and can teach all subjects. He is very busy every day, busy with all the classes, busy with grading homework, and busy with tutoring students. But even if he is so tired, he still suffers from insomnia. Every day before I go to bed, he is still busy, and when I wake up, he has already started working. I can't even see him sleeping. Occasionally, I wake up in the middle of the night and find that he is not in the room. I can see him sitting outside from the window. If it weren't for the cigarette flickering between his fingers, he would be like a sculpture."

When Song Jinshu saw the tissue handed to her by Luo Yian, she realized that she was crying.