At eleven at night, I had just gotten back from working overtime at the company, exhausted to the point that I felt like I was falling apart. Jiang Chen, twenty-eight years old, project director at an internet company, with an annual salary of five hundred thousand. To outsiders, I already counted as a successful person. But tonight, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Bai Xiaoyu lay on the bed with her back to me, breathing steadily. She'd gotten home even earlier than I had, which was unusual. As an analyst at a securities firm, she usually didn't get home until late at night. I washed up as quietly as I could, trying not to wake her. "Honey, you're back?" she suddenly said. "Yeah. Why are you home so early...
