On our third wedding anniversary, I caught my husband live in the hotel.
He put his arms around the young girl and casually handed me a divorce agreement.
"Her name is Jingzhi, the daughter of the Shen family in Beijing."
"With your ordinary background, you can't help me."
I looked down at the agreement and burst out laughing.
He doesn't know that the old man of the Shen family just knelt down and begged me to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan this morning.
And that so-called Jingzhi is just the granddaughter of my nanny.
Not a traditional love story