On the weekend, I took my daughter to my wife, the queen of pop's concert.
During the song request segment, the camera happened to land on my daughter.
Before she could say a word, the microphone was snatched away by the rising young star beside her.
"Who are you, little girl? Can't you see the director pointed the camera at me? This is a special gift from my girlfriend!"
He rudely blocked the camera and requested my wife's most famous love ballad.
Meanwhile, his bodyguards dragged my daughter out of the venue. When I revealed who I was, he laughed so hard he could barely stand.
"So you're the good-for-nothing kept man by Lanlan. Pathetic. Since you can't earn any money, you came to spy on her at work, huh?"
I wondered if I'd heard him wrong.
Since when would anyone call a financial magnate like me a good-for-nothing?
Besides, my wife owed everything she had today to the hundreds of millions I'd poured into her career.
Listening to her onstage deny any connection to me, I turned cold and called the intercom.
"Chen, get a few people over here to shut down the concert."
