It was my wedding day with Vivian. Weddings are held in high-end hotels, and wedding cars, honor guards and emcees are the best. Because a beautiful woman must have a luxurious wedding.

Wei Wei is my senior secretary, and she accompanied me through the ups and downs of the business world, which contributed to the company's impressive performance. But I have always felt guilty in my heart, and that is to my ex-wife Qin.

Qin married me at the age of 22, when I had nothing. She accompanied me through many hardships and took good care of my parents. Later, I gradually became rich, but A Qin became fat and ugly, and degenerated into a veritable yellow-faced woman. Later, our quarrel escalated and hurt each other more and more.

We, uh, divorced. That year, our son was 7 years old and returned to his ex-wife. Pay his ex-wife 500 thousand in one lump sum and give his son alimony every month. The ex-wife regards her son as her lifeblood and devotes herself to him. As for me, I have made great progress in my career and made a lot of money. And Vivian, at that time, came into my heart.

With Weiwei, I found a man's sense of accomplishment. Three years later, I gave her a grand wedding as promised. Just as the bride and groom drank their glasses, the audience was noisy. On closer inspection, the dusty ex-wife appeared. I was shocked: why did she come?

The ex-wife separated everyone and strode to the wedding table, making Vivian look silly. She looked haggard and sad, and suddenly she choked up: "I'm sorry …" Then she took out a piece of paper. There are several striking characters written on it: notice of critical illness.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be the son's name. I'm completely confused, Vivian leaned in. I grabbed Vivian and said, "Sorry, I have to be a good father first."

Then, I picked up my ex-wife, ran off the wedding platform and disappeared in front of the hotel in the questioning eyes of everyone.