Super Rich Bae's
Part 97 (S2): Crystal Snow
Mark watched an old video. A video of confessions from his former patients in the past about Jay Jang.
"Doctors know the best part of being in love?"
Mark shook.
"When you see someone you love, you're happier with someone else."
The female patient in the VVIP class is the niece of one of the renowned professors in heart surgery. Personally he asked Mark for help to maintain the stability of the soul.
"Miss Jiya must love him so much?"
Jiya Zack, a woman of great descent in Europe. He is the same age as Jay Jang.
"Very Doc... " Jiya smiled brightly while looking at the window. Wishing in the heart of someone he loves knowing his whereabouts.
"Is he your son's biological father?" Mark is still curious as to who the biological father of the adorable little baby that his patient just gave birth to. "Tell him that your son is adorable."
"Can't, Doc. She's happy with her fiance, I heard they're getting married."
"How could he ignore his own flesh and blood?"
Jiya remained silent. Some people might think it crazy. But so far the truth he remembers is clearly the father of his son is alive and happier. Smiling a lot with other women.
"Can you say it? Someday this video will reach her hands."
Jiya steadied her heart following the advice of the doctor who treated her.
"This is Jiya Zack. Hey, how are you?"
Mark holds the camera and begins to dissolve into a heartwarming reality. A love story that strikes the heart.
"\*We first met during class on campus. Everyone looks at you in a beautiful way, lecturers and other students also admire you. Jay Jang Clarkson, the man who once sat next to me in international management class. You asked if the seat next door was filled with my friends, right? I remember that handsome smiling face with that dashing face."
Everyone says that Jay is a descendant of a respectable family, a graduate of one of the most expensive academies in the world. Because we happened to be from the same country, we met often. Jay also always treats other children. He's very famous.
"Jay Jang Clarkson dated her senior in high school."
"The rumors are also that Jay is close to Susi."
I'm not arguing. Lusi is the cousin sister of our senior as well. Lusi was not on the same campus. The rumor spread.
"Jay come to my party?" some of the girls on campus are also taking the same approach. Send a party invitation.
"I'm sorry I have to go back to Europe." Jay refused a party in early December.
His heart was cold despite his beautiful smile. Jay Jang is mysterious. Even on semester breaks, he chose to take a short semester.
"You took it too?" the first thing he asked when we met in the same class.
"Ah, yes. I want to graduate quickly. Hehe."
He bought me an expensive lunch, because we were classmates. Jay's clothes are always flashy. Wearing branded clothing, expensive men's bags and hats are also limited edition. Everyone is looking towards us.
"Why do you like this expensive stuff Jay so much?" manya curious.
"Mommy bought it, Jiya. Since childhood I have always been bought like this. Do you want to too?" Jay smiled wryly. Maybe she saw me as a simple girl without any branded stuff.
"really? I never bought a gucci bag like any other girl. Because of living with my Uncle, I learned to be frugal. He's the one who financed everything when I asked for an expensive bag."
And for the first time I got the most expensive gift, the latest edition of the gucci bag. Jay Jang bought it for me.
"This is for my friend, Jiya." Jay also bought an expensive gucci scarf. "Wear this in winter, Jiya."
Thanks to Jay, I feel what other girls feel when they have expensive bags. "Thank you, Jay."
"We've been dating since last month, Jiya." Jay always keeps up with the progress of his relationship.
"Congratulations."
Years change by year, until a rumor blows Jay and Lusi's lasting relationship is over. An opportunity I always look forward to. Express feelings for him.
We meet again. Jay was working in a well-known hotel as a manager and I represented the office attending events at the hotel.
"Yes!" Jay called me loud.
"Jay Jang." -."
One of our college friends also held a wedding event near the beach. The event was closed but luxurious. Invitations are limited only to really close relatives. We meet again. Jay Jang has no boyfriend.
"Jay, you're getting good-looking!" gracia.
"Thank you, Grace!"
Jay doesn't know anyone else but Grace and me. He told me many things, starting from Lusi who always whined to ask for back.
"That's enough." I tried to stop Jay's last glass of wine.
Jay was sober, he even fell asleep by the couch.
When I woke up, I realized we were asleep together. Although strange because as a friend, but that night I remember Jay initially slept on the sofa not in bed.
Maybe it's my fault, running away so fast without telling the truth.
"Until I'm pregnant, I haven't told her Doc."
"Why? You can tell her right when you start entering the first trimester right?" Doctor Mark asked.
"I've seen him at his cousin's bakery. Jay and the other girl, this girl made Jay look at her in an unusual way. I decided to back off."
"Then how do you hold everything by yourself? Is this child not your son?"
"Because I love her, Doc. I'll let Jay Jang be happy without our being."
"Say something for her, Miss Jiya. Something you've held in your heart for a long time."
"Jay Jang, if you see this maybe I am not in this world, nor is our child who has never existed in your world, right? That night, I didn't expect it either. I am guilty of escaping from reality. And I'm even more guilty of showing up at your wedding reception with our son, right? Jay Jang, this is Jiya Zack, your best friend from college. I love you so much, Jay. Oh right, if you ask me what is the name of our son? Call him Crystal Snow, according to the beautiful memories recorded in my memories. Jay Jang, please say hello and sorry to Mommy as well as to your wife... "
"You should know that I love your photos a lot, you guys are very harmonious and complementary. Forgive me for ruining your happiness with this reality... "
Doctor Mark thrust a handkerchief at me.
Connect\*...