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

I love you,

Not just because of your appearance,

Also because

The way I am when I'm with you.

I love you,

Not only because of what you did for me,

Also because

What I can do for you.

Because you can call out,

The most authentic part of me.

I love you,

Because you travel through the wilderness of my heart,

As easy as sunlight passing through crystal.

My folly, my weakness,

It hardly exists in your sight.

The most beautiful place in my heart,

But it is illuminated by your light.

——Roy Clift, "Love"

The woman's gentle voice, accompanied by the faint blue fragrance of crushed ice on her body, led the man into the poetry.

Sometimes it is the fat boy and the graceful girl, and sometimes it is the fat woman and the man who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Four scenes flashed before his eyes, interlaced with each other.

At first, he took the initiative to change because of her and became what he is now. Later, she took the initiative to change because she met him and became what she is now.

He likes himself now, so she should be the same as him, right? Just as he was thinking, the voice stopped abruptly.

"There should be more to come, right?" the man opened his eyes and asked the woman next to him who still had her eyes closed.

“Yeah, I just don’t remember,” the woman whispered.

The man stopped asking and the woman continued to close her eyes, thinking back to the four months they had been together. The man had never said a disrespectful word to her because she was fat, and he had never even given her a disrespectful look.

On the contrary, he gave her encouragement and love, treating her as his own daughter. He also transferred a property worth more than 10 million to her. How could she deserve such kindness from him?

In fact, on the night he asked her for a poem, she thought of this poem first. However, because of the line "What I can do for you", she felt that she had not done anything for him, so she did not dare to send him the poem.

"Honey, what are you thinking about?" He gently touched her body with his hands.

She opened her eyes and looked at him warily. This man usually liked to call her "Mrs. Ke" and only called her "wife" when he was very emotional.

"Thank you." She took the initiative to kiss him and said slowly.

"Thank me for what?" He kissed her back and asked in a deep voice.

"Thank you for not looking down on me for being fat and getting a marriage certificate with me; thank you for transferring the house to me; thank you for acknowledging me in front of my family and friends; thank you for treating Duoduo as your own daughter; thank you..."

The more she spoke, the redder her eyes became. The man stopped talking and directly blocked her mouth with his mouth. The water temperature in the bathtub was getting lower and lower, but the two of them felt their whole bodies were burning hot.

The man carried the woman out of the bathtub, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and put the woman on his legs. The woman stretched out her arms, hooked the dry bath towel with her hands, and handed it to the man.

The man first wiped the water off the woman's body, then helped her put on her pajamas, and then put her on the sink. Only then did he begin to wipe the water off his own body.

The woman sat on the sink, staring at the man's body intently, her eyes moving from his rolling Adam's apple to his chest muscles, and then down to his seductive abdominal muscles, she felt embarrassed to move down any further.

"Mrs. Ke, have you seen enough?" The man looked up at her and said lazily.

She looked away embarrassedly, her face instantly reddened. The man put on his pajamas, picked up the woman again and walked towards the bedroom.

"Wife, how did you come up with that poem?" He asked softly, gently playing with her hair.

"When I first joined the Longwan Sales Department, a company leader recited it to us in class during one of our internal training sessions."

"What did your leader want to express by reciting this poem at the internal company training?" asked Ke Yongxin.

"He is one of the founders of our company, about 50 years old. He told us how he went from being a timid little boy to finding confidence in his work through sales and gradually becoming stronger."

"After he finished talking about his experience, he said, 'Next, I will end my sharing today with a poem.' Then he recited the first half of the poem with passion, which is the part I just recited."

"His eyes were shining at the time. I still remember his look, so I searched for this poem online."

"It is very appropriate that he used a poem written for his lover to express his love for his work."

"When did you think of giving me this poem?"

"The night you asked me for a poem, it came to me immediately."

"Then why didn't you tell me at that time? You made me wait abroad for so many days in vain."

"I just feel like I haven't done anything for you yet, and I'm embarrassed to express it in this way."

"Little fool, you have given me a home. You have become better and better for me. Isn't that enough?" He called her like this for the first time, with deep affection.

That night, the two enjoyed an even more intense passion because of this poem.

In the next ten days, both of them were busy with work. Sister Zhang picked up Duoduo from kindergarten every afternoon and went home to cook dinner for them.

Sometimes the couple didn’t go home for dinner, so Sister Zhang would eat with Duoduo and wait until Xiaoyu came home before leaving.

Soon it was the first day of May Day. After everything including stage lighting and sound was ready, Xiaoyu asked Ke Yongding and Lu Jing to give her and her colleagues a final rehearsal on the stage. Everyone was very satisfied.

"I'm still a little nervous. After all, this is my first time planning and organizing such a large-scale event. Mr. Ke, do you have any advice? Or any tricks to help me not be nervous?" As soon as Xiaoyu saw Ke Yongxin at home, she grabbed him for help.

"Manager Xia, what are you afraid of?" Ke Yongxin asked.

"I don't know either. Besides, I'm the host tomorrow and I'm afraid of messing things up."

“What are the consequences of screwing up?”

"If I forget my lines while hosting, I'll feel embarrassed. I'm afraid it will directly affect the sales of the building."

"Which do you think is worse, losing face or not being able to sell the building?"

"You can't sell the building, right? But it's also terrible to lose face. You will lose your prestige among your colleagues in the future."

"Mrs. Ke, I think you are very smart, have good adaptability, and have a good image. Even if you stand there and say nothing, you have an aura that is pleasing to the eye."

"TV hosts all make mistakes sometimes. Just remember, don't panic if you make a mistake. Pause, nod and smile to the audience calmly. You can also take a few steps. You walk beautifully."

"Selling buildings is not like selling cabbages. You can't just have a simple event to get everyone to rush in and buy them all. It requires constant publicity and continuous efforts from salespeople, plus the purchasing power of customers."

"Let's take a step back and say that even if no units were sold, even if you made a mistake in hosting, so what? Didn't your former leader who recited the poem also go through a lot of trials and tribulations to become what you see?"

Xiaoyu looked at Ke Yongxin with burning eyes, her eyes full of love.