Chapter 160 Perhaps There Was Sothing Fishy About Their Marriage
The arrival of March brought with it several bouts of light drizzle, and the previously bare branches along the streets had started to slowly sprout tender green buds, heralding the quiet arrival of vitality on earth.
In the afternoon, at a music-thed café.
Amidst the soothing sound of music, a tall woman sat in the corner sofa, flipping through a wine magazine on the bookshelf with apparent boredom, wearing a sapphire blue knitted sweater and tassel earrings that hung by her ears, exuding a lazy elegance from afar.
About ten minutes later, a new custor pushed the door open and ca in, with the sound of wind chis, they looked around and noticed Ms. Song in the corner and walked towards her.
Seeing that soone had finally joined her, Ms. Song slightly turned around, put down the magazine, and looked up to greet the man who had hurried over, signaling the waiter to bring him a fresh fruit tea.
Without another word, the person opposite her took out a folder from their bag and placed it on the table, "Here, the information you wanted."
Ms. Song took the kraft paper file, with a slight smile on her face, she began to open the envelope while saying with a laugh, "Thanks a lot."
Once the fruit tea arrived, her thirsty friend picked it up and took a sip, then looked at Ms. Song, who could hardly wait to start examining the photocopied papers with an urgent expression, "I never would have imagined this young lady had such a tragic background; lost her father as a child, and her mother passed away last year."
When Ms. Song had asked him to investigate Jiang An, he thought she might have so impressive background, but after the investigation, it seed that she was just an ordinary girl.
Her father was a navy serviceman who perished during a mission, and she was raised by her mother, grew up, went to school, graduated, and worked just like any normal family’s child, without anything particularly outstanding about her life.
Yet, it was precisely such an ordinary yet slightly tragic girl who married Gao Chuan, a man who many socialites and heiresses in their circle couldn’t even hope to match.
Listening to the man’s words, Ms. Song flipped through the few pages in her hand, as if unable to find anything of value. From Jiang An’s past, there didn’t seem to be any crossover with Gao Chuan, except for attending A University, but that was also years after their graduation.
Seeing the information about Jiang An’s mother’s death in the docunts, Ms. Song’s expression montarily stilled, and she asked herself in disbelief, "Her mother was a patient under Gao Chuan’s care?"
The man sitting opposite, with his legs crossed, shrugged at her question, "Yep, I heard she was about to be discharged from the hospital but then suddenly passed away from an acute illness."
Ms. Song seed to find it hard to believe what the man had said and double-checked the na of the hospital again. She couldn’t have read it wrong; it was indeed the oncology departnt at Jing City’s City Hospital.
How could this be? This ant Jiang An was a family mber of a patient under Gao Chuan’s care, hadn’t Gao Chuan always claid he never mixed personal feelings with his work? How did the two of them end up together?
"Heard that the funeral the young lady arranged for her mother was also with Gao Chuan’s help. Sigh, if it were , I’d feel guilt and sorrow even if I couldn’t cure the patient," the man said with a sigh, frowning as he looked at Ms. Song.
He too had grown up playing with Ms. Song and Gao Chuan since they were children, and he knew about Gao Chuan’s marriage like the rest of their friends who were curious about Jiang An. He still rembered that one ti when Gao Chuan drank with them, the man who always claid he could never be drunk ended up speaking drunken words that night.
All he uttered was one person’s na—it was that young lady’s.
Song Xin couldn’t calm the shock in her heart even after going through the stack of docunts. She just couldn’t reconcile her own logic—Gao Chuan had only known this person for less than two months, and was even Jiang An’s mother’s attending physician, so why did they have a flash marriage all of a sudden?
There must be so hidden trickery in this.
Otherwise, soone as prudent and marriage-averse as Gao Chuan wouldn’t just suddenly get married.
Love at first sight? She didn’t believe such a clichéd plot could happen to Gao Chuan, who was always indifferent to won.
"When I was away, Gao Chuan didn’t have a girlfriend, did he?" Song Xin crossed her arms on the table, taking a sip of the Blue Mountain coffee nearby.
The man pondered for a mont and shook his head, "No, I’ve never seen him with a woman."
"When he got married, we didn’t believe it, we kept clamoring to et her, but he always made excuses."
"Ms. Song, I think it’s enough. Gao Chuan is married now, you should find soone too, don’t just fixate on one tree." The man had long seen through Song Xin’s mind; she was simply unwilling to accept Gao Chuan’s marriage, but things were set in stone now. Surely she wasn’t thinking about becoming the other woman and interfering in soone else’s marriage.
Song Xin clenched the spoon in her hand, her heart stirred by her friend’s words.
Originally, she was just curious and wanted to investigate Jiang An, but now it seed the marriage wasn’t so straightforward, and she couldn’t just let it go.
She still wanted to hang herself on the Gao Chuan tree.
There was no helping it, she had chosen this tree since she was young.
Lost in thought, Song Xin picked up her cup and looked out the window. A light rain had just poured, leaving the whole street with a fresh dampness, the sky still sprinkling insignificant drizzle. Many pedestrians passed by hurriedly with umbrellas, their footsteps not as rushed as when they sheltered from the rain earlier.
Seeing the woman not relenting, the man looked troubled, "Don’t tell , you really want to be the other woman, do you? You are the esteed Ms. Song from the Song Family, please don’t do anything immoral."
The well-aning advice of her friend fell into the woman’s ears, but she suddenly had no heart to continue listening, her gaze fixed outside the window, slowly focusing on a man and woman sharing an umbrella across the street.
The coffee shop was opposite a Hong Kong-style restaurant; a yellow taxi was stopped at the door, a man and woman stood beside the car, seemingly conversing about sothing the man glanced up and caressed the top of the girl’s head—a spoiled gesture, they looked like an especially affectionate couple.
Before long, the two ended their chat, the girl got into the car, and even though the rain wasn’t heavy, the man kept the umbrella over the girl until she was in the car. Afterwards, the taxi slowly drove off, leaving the man alone, holding the umbrella, silently watching the departing car’s silhouette.
Although her vision was sowhat blurred, because the whole distance wasn’t too far, when Song Xin recognized the man and woman across the street as Jiang An and another man, her eyes suddenly lit up, curving her mouth into a cold sneer.
"We still don’t know who exactly is being immoral." The woman coldly spat out a sentence, then imdiately stood up from her seat, throwing to her puzzled friend "I’ve paid the bill, I’ll take my leave first," and hurried off.
The man turned his head to watch Song Xin running out in her high heels, his face full of question marks.
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