Chapter 92 Marry Her and Make Her My Wife (1)
After treating He Zerui’s wound, Mi Wan’s gaze glanced over at Li Bing, whose expression was despondent. Seeing her eyes remain fixed on He Zerui, as a fellow woman, although their experiences were not identical, Mi Wan could largely understand her feelings and thoughts.
Being a woman, being a woman who wants to have her own child, infertility itself is already regretful and a significant blow. But being abandoned by her husband because of it is an agony that cannot be adequately described by the words "pitiful" or "tragic." It’s likely no matter how strong-hearted a woman is, she cannot stay indifferent and will inevitably be hurt.
As the saying goes, where there is love, there is hurt!
Imagine, at the time of marriage, receiving blessings from friends and family, making solemn and sincere vows that moved hearts together. But in the end, those romantic and touching vows and the love that once moved oneself turned into a sharp knife, deeply wounding the heart, telling you it was all a joke! "Regardless of sickness and health, till death do us part" seemed like nothing more than a fart, fading away after the sound, leaving no trace.
Just like with her and Song Guotao, who once swore they could accept any of her flaws and imperfections. But what was the reality? In his eyes, she was just a worn-out shoe. This fact hurt and humiliated her far more than him having another woman outside.
Thinking of this, Mi Wan remembered what her mother said when she gave her a business card before she went out. Women, divorce isn’t scary; finding another man who cherishes you can still bring happiness. Then her mom mentioned arranged meetings, emphasizing over and over that the man was good and she should seize the opportunity.
"Bingbing, do you want to go to an arranged meeting?" Mi Wan had accompanied Mi Jing once for an arranged meeting; the scene was uncomfortable even though she wasn’t the one directly involved. Two strangers had to talk intimately, answering each other’s nerve-wracking questions they wouldn’t usually share with a stranger.
Because of this, like Mi Jing, Mi Wan was very averse to arranged meetings regardless of how good the man’s conditions were. Just thinking of sitting face-to-face with someone who might want to ask about her whole life made her feel the awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere.