President, my wife doesn't love me anymore (Part 1) "I hope every year...
"Boss, today is your fiancée's birthday."
"Your fiancée is waiting for you at home."
I pressed my forehead and woke up.
I just woke up and my head is still a little dizzy.
Fiancée? I have a fiancée?
Yes, I have a fiancée.
We have been engaged for three years and are getting married in the second half of the year.
But why, I don't have any impression of her.
In my memory, she is as thin as a piece of paper.
Is it because I don't pay enough attention to her?
"You have a banquet this afternoon, do you need to cancel it?"
"I pushed it."
All parties are indifferent to me.
Since you are already engaged, as the nominal fiancé, you should at least give your fiancée enough face.
Even if our marriage is a business one, even if she has deep feelings for me and I have no feelings for her...
Wait, a business marriage?
With my ability and the family business I have built, when would I need a business marriage?
Doubts arise.
I tapped the smart computer twice and asked the secretary, "What does my fiancée like?"
The secretary was stunned for a moment, and said tactfully, "President, you protected your fiancée very well before."
My personal secretary doesn’t even know about my fiancée?
In other words, I have never asked a personal secretary to handle matters related to my fiancée before?
For me, this is simply impossible and should not happen.
Regardless of whether there is affection or not, I have to take responsibility for the sake of my reputation. I won't embarrass my fiancée.
But if I think about it carefully, I can't remember the reason.
I looked at my watch and it was getting late.
There is no other way but to send something that won’t go wrong first.
I gave the first four secretaries black card privileges, and they went out to buy the latest season's high-end bags, clothes, and jewelry, and they also urgently paid a higher price to bid for a manor.
There's still something missing.
How can I get rid of my woman with just these things?
"Take a look at the latest auctions."
Coincidentally, the closest one was exactly one hour later.
I flipped through the auction catalog and found a set of jewelry made of jadeite.
Glass-type imperial green.
Not bad, very beautiful, barely worthy of my woman.
I closed the auction side, "Go to the auction."
With my status, no appointment or invitation is required.
…
The auction begins.
The auction was quite large, but there were few items on sale that I could catch.
I turned the sapphire ring on my finger, bored.
Until an auction item was brought up.
This is a pair of gloves.
The gloves are white and beautifully shaped. There is a diamond-shaped gem in the center of the wrist of the glove, and there are two smaller diamond-shaped gems on each side of the gem, like a bracelet, adorning the wrist.
A luxury brand once supplied accessories exclusively to foreign aristocrats. This pair of gloves was their treasure, so they were not sold and were later lost in a fire.
I didn't expect to meet you here.
The reserve price of seven hundred thousand was not expensive, and when the bidding got fierce, I bought it.
After taking pictures of the jewelry, the staff asked me whether I wanted the items to be taken away directly or delivered to a designated location.
I hesitated for a moment and asked them to send the jewelry to the villa, leaving the gloves in my hands.
On the way back to the villa, I played with the gloves for a while and put them on my hands.
Very comfortable.
But I don't care for gloves as an accessory.
It can even be said that I don’t like it.
Why buy?
I pressed my forehead.
I always feel that I have seen a pair of beautiful hands and it should be very suitable for me to wear it.
Besides, in my memory, I seem to owe someone something.
…
I own a lot of properties, and my fiancée lives in one of the villas.
I have never really liked living in a villa.
The villa is too small and there is no space for any of the things we buy.
I got off the car among the crowd of people moving things into the villa and looked at the woman standing at the door.
At this moment, the shriveled paper man in my memory finally had flesh and blood.
It's so strange. We got engaged three years ago, but it feels like I'm meeting her for the first time.
She was very beautiful, with bright features, but for some reason she always carried a layer of melancholy, like a rose shrouded in mist, obscuring her own brilliance.
The colors of the clothes she wore were also very plain, light yellow and pure white.
She is actually not very suitable for such plain colors.
My aesthetic sense made me frown, then relax.
Maybe she likes to dress like this.
My woman can wear whatever she wants, as long as she likes it.
Thinking about that, I walked over to her, "Happy birthday."
When she saw me, she was stunned for some reason, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Thank you..."
I recall the information from memory.
Does she like me so much? Why would she blush after meeting me so many times?
I don't have any feelings for her, but it's always a pleasant thing to be liked by my fiancée, and I can't let her down.
Then why was I so cold to her in the past few years, to the point that I not only have no memory of celebrating birthdays together, but even the memories of our time together are very vague?
I can't remember.
She was very happy to see me, probably because I don't come here often.
When she learned that these were the birthday gifts I gave her, she was stunned for a long time, with tears in her eyes.
This birthday was pretty enjoyable.
I lit a candle for her and watched her clasp her hands together and close her eyes devoutly to make a wish. The candlelight cast a layer of warm yellow on her cheeks, creating a hazy halo.
I could see the fine hairs on her cheeks and her gleaming eyelashes.
The fingers of her clasped hands were slender, as green as green onions, extremely beautiful, and were lightly touched by her chin.
Very beautiful hands.
But it doesn't seem to be the pair in my memory.
I've seen better looking ones.
After she made her wish, she opened her eyes, puffed up her cheeks, and blew out all the candles in one breath like a little hamster.
The light turned on and she looked at me with bright eyes.
I asked with a smile, "What did you wish for?"
She pursed her lips and smiled shyly, "It won't work if I say it out loud."
But even if she didn't say it, I could probably guess it.
When she made the wish, her lips moved slightly, and it was clear that she was saying:
I hope every birthday can be as happy as this year.
It seems that I really neglected her too much before.
Even if there is no emotion, there is responsibility.
Besides, my fiancée seems to be hiding some secrets.
When it comes to her and her past, my memory seems to turn pale.
It was like a setting that was stuffed into my mind.
…
Before leaving, my fiancée learned that I was leaving and there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
But she was used to being obedient and just stood at the door to see me off.
"See you next time."
"See you next time."
I got in the car and saw in the rearview mirror that the car had driven a long way away, but she was still there looking at me.
My heart was as cold as iron and did not waver at all.
After all, the bed in the villa is too small and I can't get used to sleeping on it.
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