At the job fair in Green City, when my button rolled to Lin Wei's feet, she still had no idea who I was.
She bent down to pick it up, her fingertips brushing my résumé. “A country boy? You've got some grit.”
That night at the celebration banquet, she tugged open her collar with a drunken, hazy look. “You know? Your eyes look just like my ex-husband's.”
We went into business together and founded a building-materials company. When she insisted on using her ex-husband's connections, I threw a glass for the first time.
When the villagers blocked the door demanding repayment and accused her of being “a city wife who swindled us,” she signed the divorce papers with a cold smile.
Five years later, I knocked on the door of her mansion and handed her an invitation to an industry summit.
She ran a finger over the gold lettering and laughed softly. “Wasn't this the same brand of invitation Mr. Zhang tore up back then?”
