The day my remarriage was rejected, I got married to a billionaire CEO

In December, the weather in Shenzhen is still very pleasant, and it doesn't feel like winter even in the morning and at night.

Xia Xiaoyu got up early in the morning and prepared breakfast for her father and stepmother. After a simple breakfast, she tiptoed to open the bedroom door. Seeing her two-year-old daughter and her stepsister sleeping soundly on the upper bunk, she quietly left her father's house with her household registration booklet and divorce certificate.

"Winter vacation is coming soon. It's just a two-bedroom house. Where do you think Xiaochen will live when he comes back? Ask Xiaoyu to take the kids out and rent a house, otherwise I'm going to have a nervous breakdown..."

This is what Xiaoyu heard her stepmother say when her father and stepmother quarreled last night. She married her father with a son and a daughter because he had a house.

In order to make her father's remarriage life less chaotic, Xiaoyu had to move out. She had mentioned this to her father before, but her father was worried that it would be unsafe for her and her mother to move out. If something happened to them, he would not be able to explain to their dead mother.

To reassure her father, she had to remarry. It was impossible for her to marry someone in a short time without even a target. So she thought of remarrying her ex-husband.

After all, their divorce was not because of an affair, nor was there any major conflict. It was just because they had been arguing over trivial matters for the past six months, and when the argument got too intense, they slammed the table and divorced.

They started out as a campus romance and got married, and after marriage they gave birth to a lively and lovely daughter. Marrying anyone else would make her father feel more at ease than marrying a man who knows her well and has an emotional foundation with her.

After going downstairs, Xiaoyu walked to the bus stop at the entrance of the community and saw a bus she was going to take was about to start. She jogged over but still missed the bus.

She breathed a long sigh of relief. While standing by the roadside waiting for the next bus, the fragments of their divorce came flooding back to her like a tide. The most vicious words, the coldest expressions, the cold war of not saying a word for several days, drowned out the warmth and sweetness of their passionate love.

She touched the bag containing the divorce certificate, and her heart tightened. A plan unconsciously popped up in her mind. Her heart was pounding, and she didn't know if she would be called crazy later.

She got on the bus and stood at the front of the bus to quickly scan the entire car. Because it was not yet rush hour, there were few people on the bus. She walked past the empty seats in front of her and sat down next to a handsome stranger in work clothes.

"Hello!" She mustered up the courage to nod to the man and greeted him in a low voice.

She didn't know if the other party heard her mosquito-like voice, but she saw the man nodded to her, looked at her with a questioning look and asked: "Do we know each other?"

"Sorry, I got the wrong person." She lied. Then she saw the man's beautiful eyes curved at her, and he said with a raised mouth: "It's okay."

She wanted to give up her plan and turn her head to look at the scenery outside the window, but the gentle look on the man's face encouraged her. She swallowed her saliva and used the routine she used to strike up a conversation with strangers when doing business: "I think we have met somewhere before, which station are you getting off at?"

"Oh? Next stop." The man hesitated and replied politely.

"Can you do me a favor?" She looked around and saw a man next to them looking at them.

She tried to lower her voice and said, "I am going to find my ex-husband and remarry him. I would like you to play the role of my boyfriend."

The man looked at the uneasy and ugly woman next to him, and after a silence of 20 to 30 seconds, he said: "Okay, I'll help you."

This was the most pleasant voice she had ever heard in her 28 years. She looked at the handsome man next to her in disbelief and pinched her thigh to make sure she was not dreaming. She was almost moved to tears.

They didn't communicate on the bus anymore after that. After getting off the bus, they introduced themselves to each other while walking.

"My name is Xia Xiaoyu, a full-time mother with my husband, oh, now my ex-husband. We have just been divorced for three months, and my daughter keeps asking for her daddy..." Xiaoyu stuttered and was a little confused.

"My name is Ke Yongxin. Why did you get divorced?" the man asked with his thin lips.

"I think it might be because I focused all my attention on the child after I gave birth and neglected him... maybe he was under too much pressure at work..." she said thoughtfully.

"Do you still love him?" Ke Yongxin turned his head and looked at the woman next to him who was 1.68 meters tall and weighed about 160 to 170 kilograms and asked.

What kind of man would love a woman with such a body? Although it can be vaguely seen from her face that she was also a beauty when she was slim. But how many men would look back at the beautiful past despite such an unbearable present?

"I think I still love you..." the woman said hesitantly.

"Does he still love you now?" he asked, thinking, isn't this nonsense? If he loves you, will he file for divorce?

"I think maybe. After all, we have been in love for so many years and have a child..." Her words sounded particularly unconfident.

It was only 7:30 when they arrived at her old home. She would have prepared breakfast and waited for her husband to get up at this time every day. He would go to work at 8 o'clock.

She wanted to use this half hour to make it clear to him. If he agreed, she could take half a day off to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to exchange the divorce certificate for a marriage certificate. She was also willing to compromise or change for the sake of the child.

She took out the key and inserted it into the door lock. The door lock didn't budge. Her heart skipped a beat and an awkward and ugly smile appeared on her face: "I left in a hurry this morning. Maybe I took the wrong key."

She reached out and knocked on the door a few times. A man's voice came from inside: "Who? Knocking on the door so early in the morning?"

Then the wooden door inside opened, and the two people saw through the security door a young man wearing an apron, holding a glass of milk, about 1.75 meters tall, with a good-looking appearance standing inside.

"Xia Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you? Why are you coming to my place so early in the morning instead of being at home taking care of the children?" Zhai Jian frowned when he saw his ex-wife's face. He wanted to say something unpleasant when he heard a man next to him cough twice.

"Who is he?" The ex-husband then noticed that there was a tall and strong man with cold eyes standing next to his ex-wife. He asked with a guilty conscience.

"I sent you a message last night. Open the door first and I'll talk to you when I go in." Xia Xiaoyu did not answer her ex-husband's question directly. When she saw the door open, she immediately pulled Ke Yongxin into the house.

"Tell me, what's the matter? I have to go out at eight o'clock." Zhai Jian said expressionlessly.

"You haven't visited Duoduo for a month. She's been asking for her daddy lately, and I really can't do anything about it. Look... look at whether we should remarry for the sake of the child? The child can't live without a father..."

At this moment, she no longer cared about her face and stated her demands directly in front of outsiders.

"Remarry? Are you dreaming? Look at your current behavior, which man would like you? Our Ajian no longer loves you, and he is my husband now. You shamelessly come to confess your love to someone else's husband so early in the morning, do you have any shame?"

A woman came out of the bedroom with a big belly, talking as she walked, with a sarcastic expression on her face.

Xia Xiaoyu stood aside, her red lips slightly parted, her almond eyes wide open. She stared at the arrogant woman in front of her with a five or six month big belly, her body trembling slightly, unable to say a word. Obviously, all this was too unexpected for her.

As for love, as for the little bit of beauty that was left in their marriage and family, it all became hideous and terrifying at this moment. Ke Yongxin stepped forward to support her, squeezed her hand hard, and signaled her to cheer up.