I had just returned to China to join a major national archaeological excavation project when I was told that Dr. Shen herself had already been working at the dig site for three days.
She had even moved in with my fiancé, who was also working there.
But she was Dr. Shen, so who was I?
Just as I was about to go in and find out what was going on, my fiancé had security throw me out. Then he sneered at me:
“Nowadays, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to impersonate Shen Nian. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own fiancée?”
“You’re so desperate to sneak into the excavation site. What, are you a foreign spy?”
My fiancé stood in front of me, blocking my way in. I hurriedly showed him my ID, but he didn’t even glance at it before tossing it into the trash.
With no other choice, I called the director of the National Museum. “Director, what’s the minimum sentence for someone who uses my identity to enter an excavation site?”
