She rembered that around the ti of Xia Wan’an’s birthday in her junior year, Xia Wan’an and Song Youman were always whispering together. Whenever she approached them, they imdiately stopped talking.
She had even seen a love letter at that ti that she had asked them about it. Xia Wan’an had hurriedly hidden the letter, and Song Youman had said that soone else had given it to Xia Wan’an... Now it appeared that the love letter may have been from Xia Wan’an to Han Jingnian?
So, had they been hiding and lying to her all along? In their hearts, was she, Ai Jiang, only an outsider from beginning to end?
Song Youman: "Tell , An’an, if you had gathered the courage to confess to that pretty boy back then, would you two have ended up together?"
Xia Wan’an: "I don’t know, but I think the chances of him rejecting were even higher. I failed to confess my feelings in my junior year, and I thought I would never have anything to do with Han Jingnian for the rest of my life. But I didn’t expect that in my senior year, just before graduation, an arranged marriage would bring us back together. The fact that Han Jingnian and I ended up together is sothing I never even dared to imagine."
Song Youman: "You shouldn’t have said that. Now, I’m really pissed off. Think about it, when you two got married, you were the one who got the marriage certificate, he didn’t co ho for half a year after the marriage, and only showed up to have sex. In those two years, how many tis did you actually see him, or even talk to him? And to this day, he hasn’t given you a wedding ceremony, a ring... I feel so bad for you, An’an!"
Xia Wan’an: "Alright, alright, all of that is in the past, isn’t it? Isn’t he good to now?"
Song Youman: "Just slightly better, mind your words. If he were truly good to you, he would have given you a ring, a wedding gown, a wedding ceremony!"
"Your rice noodles are ready..." The restaurant owner ca out of the kitchen.
Ai Jiang quickly snapped back to reality, paid the bill with a smile, and left with her take-out order.
After walking a distance, Ai Jiang looked back at the noodle shop she had left behind, and the conversation between Song Youman and Xia Wan’an replayed in her mind.
She had always been curious about how Xia Wan’an ended up marrying Han Jingnian. It wasn’t until today that she learned it was a business marriage; Xia Wan’an was basically a commodity the Xia family had given to the Han family. Han Jingnian had never liked Xia Wan’an - no, he had been utterly an to Xia Wan’an. To this day, she still didn’t have a wedding ceremony, a wedding dress, a wedding ring... and he seed to rarely co ho... No wonder she never saw any signs of Xia Wan’an’s marriage back when they were such close friends. Because back then, Han Jingnian really despised her!
Even now, Han Jingnian hadn’t given Xia Wan’an a wedding ring or anything of the sort. It seed like he didn’t really like her that much. Perhaps, in public, Han Jingnian defended her, but that was just for show. After all, she was his wife and represented his reputation.
If she rembered correctly, Chi Yao casually ntioned yesterday that the press conference announcing Xia Wan’an becoming the chief designer of the Han Company was scheduled for Wednesday afternoon next week.
Next Wednesday, today is Sunday, there are three more days... This gave her plenty of ti to prepare a big surprise for Xia Wan’an!
As she thought about it, Ai Jiang smiled coldly. Then she pulled out her phone and dialed Chi Yao’s number.
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