No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Only after leaving the Qiao residence did Qiao Huan relax.

Duanmu Lei held the steering wheel, focused on the road ahead, and asked casually, "Is it a past lover? Does Mr. Zhao know of his existence?"

Qiao Huan was silent for a while and murmured softly.

"Mr. Zhao doesn't need to know."

"Mr. Zhao and I will end our marriage one day, and besides... Qiao Jinfan is a thing of the past."

……

Duanmu Lei smiled faintly: "I think Mr. Zhao would mind! By the way, Mr. Zhao will return to China this week to discuss an important project, and he may need your cooperation to attend some social occasions."

"I see."

Qiao Huan leaned back in his chair, looking a little dazed.

Yes, she is married.

Two years ago, she encountered sudden danger while traveling in the third world. In addition to her, there were two 4-year-old girls in the car. When stray bullets were thrown, she was protecting the two children who had lost their parents. She was seriously injured in the back and fainted.

It was at that time that she met Zhao Xuelan.

When she woke up, she was in a luxurious RV. A female doctor was treating her wounds. She was lying there topless, while Mr. Zhao was watching her with a glass of red wine.

He told her that he was a venture capitalist and if she married him, she could adopt the two children.

His identity,

You can leave with your wife and daughter.

Qiao Huan lay there, listening quietly to the man's proposal, and she agreed without much thought.

The man was surprised and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Two days later, they held a simple ceremony and became husband and wife.

Qiao Huan became Mrs. Zhao.

A week later, Zhao Xuelan took her and their two children back to England. The children's immediate relatives in China were taken away, but Qiao Huan's marriage to Zhao Xuelan was never dissolved. She was still Mrs. Zhao but did not have to fulfill the obligations of a couple. In all of Zhao Xuelan's properties, Qiao Huan had a separate bedroom, but he never asked her to sleep with him.

Qiao Huan lives in Italy.

Zhao Xuelan bought a villa in Italy.

He came here every few months and stayed for about half a month each time. Occasionally, he would hold a banquet in the villa and invite Qiao Huan to be the hostess. That was when they were most intimate because he always invited his wife Zhao to dance the opening dance.

……

Red light at intersection.

The car braked gently.

Qiao Huan pulled herself away from her memories. She thought that when Zhao Xuelan returned this time, she could talk to him about the divorce. A man like him had many female confidantes around him, and she shouldn't occupy the title of Mrs. Zhao.

She spent most of the day tidying up the small apartment.

One room and one living room.

Although small, it has everything and is decorated very elegantly.

In the evening, Qiao Huan received a bouquet of jasmine with a card attached.

【Mrs. Zhao, congratulations on your new home. 】

【Snow Mist】

……

Qiao Huan held the jasmine in his hands and looked at it for a long time, feeling refreshed.

She found a vase and kept it there.

Just as she was done, Zhao Xuelan called. When she picked up the phone, she heard Zhao Xuelan's low and pleasant voice: "Did you receive the flowers?"

Qiao Huan fiddled with Jasmine: "It smells good."

Zhao Xuelan smiled happily, his voice sounded like a wooden cello. He continued, "Duanmu told you, I'm going back to China this week... Qiao Huan, I have something to talk to you about then."

"Well, it just so happens that I have something I want to talk to you about."

……

Zhao Xuelan paused and smiled——

"Qiao Huan, we haven't seen each other for two months. I look forward to meeting you."