At that time, every time she was with Jiang and his entourage, she would always look up and be cautious, fearing that something would go wrong and make him feel bored - especially, she would not dare to show the slightest sign of money worship, hoping that in his mind
, to create an immaterial female image that does not eat the fireworks of the world.
Just like men, no matter whether they are poor, rich, tall, short, fat or thin, they all want to find a beautiful woman; however, women never dare to confidently say that they want to find a rich man.
At that time! At that time!
Or a cup of Blue Mountain coffee.
Jiang and his party stared at her with blazing eyes. Opposite him, she just kept stirring the coffee. The small cup of coffee quickly became cold, just like the atmosphere at the moment.
She had nothing to say: "Where is An An?"
"She was too ambitious and wanted to marry me. She brought it up again tonight, but I didn't agree. She left in anger."
Jiang Yixing said lightly: "I have been divorced twice, and both times I paid sky-high alimony. Now it is no longer a question of whether I want to get married, but my parents, mother, and board of directors will seriously consider who I want to remarry. At least.
, I have to be responsible to the shareholders."
Qiao Xiaomai finally asked: "Uncle, aunt...are they okay?"
"Ha, uncle and aunt...Mai, you changed your name to mom and dad back then."
The past is over, why bother mentioning it again.
Jiang Yixing's face turned gloomy, and he suddenly clenched his fists, and a long-suppressed ferocity burst out of his voice: "Yi Xiangxi's life is really great, he wouldn't have died like that back then..."
Qiao Xiaomai subconsciously picked up the coffee cup and covered his left hand.
The big ugly scar on her left wrist was an ugly past that she did not dare to face. For so many years, she never dared to wear short sleeves or an evening dress, even if she had to attend events.
She always wears a decorative bracelet to cover it up. Even if she has undergone orthopedic surgery, there are still faint traces that cannot be erased.
Jiang Yixing's eyes moved to her wrist, feeling infinitely sad.
"Mai, I never thought that one person could change the lives of so many of us."
She forced a smile: "What are you talking about about the past?"
"In the past? Do you think these things will pass?"
Angry flames ignited in his eyes, "Over the years, I have wanted to fight to the death with Yi Xiangxi countless times, but my father has repeatedly stopped me. Every time when it comes to a critical moment, my father has stopped me... Of course the old man said
What kind of enemies should be resolved rather than made? But what about me? Who has thought about my feelings? Who will pay for the humiliation I suffered??"
"..."
"And everything I've lost! Mai, every time I think of this, I hate myself so much that my heart bleeds. Mai, haven't you ever hated me? Don't you want to take revenge again?"
She couldn't answer.
He hated that iron could not become steel: "Wheat, are you really accepting your fate?"
So what if you don’t accept your fate?
"I have been trying to find Yi Xiangxi's weaknesses over the years, but he seems to be like an iron king. He is alone, has no relatives, and is not married..."
Qiao Xiaomai was shocked.
If Jiang and his party knew about Liang Xiaodong and Xiaobai... She didn't dare to think about it, she just held the cup. The small coffee cup was as heavy as a thousand pieces.
Jiang Yixing looked at her with a strange look: "Mai Xiaomai, I think we have the same goal and the same hatred!"