The air-conditioning in the restaurant was on full blast, and my hands shaking when I was holding the lemonade.
The man sitting across from me is named Jiang Hao. He was introduced by my best friend Auntie Chen. He is said to be a rich second generation who is divorced, owns a house, and earns one million yuan a year. Today we met for the first time, and we made an appointment at this French restaurant in the city center where the average household consumption is RMB 500.
To be honest, I was very panicked.
I am thirty-five years old. I usually support my six-year-old daughter Xiaoqi and myself by working part-time as a housekeeper. My monthly salary is 4,000 yuan. The skirt I am wearing is the most expensive one in my wardrobe. I bought it on sale three years ago. It is obviously tight when I put it on.
Xiaoqi sat next to me, wearing the school uniform skirt I washed yesterday, with her ponytail tied neatly, her big eyes rolling around, looking at the tableware on the table that she had never seen before.
Jiang Hao looks quite impressive. He was wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit with a silver brooch on his collar. I recognized the Rolex on his wrist - the last time I cleaned a wealthy family's house, I saw that the man owned one, and I heard it was worth at least two hundred thousand.
"Miss Shen, you are much younger than in the photo." Jiang Hao smiled and poured me wine with graceful movements, "I really can't tell you have such a big daughter."
"Thank you." I smiled awkwardly and pushed the wine glass aside, "Sorry, I don't drink."
"I understand, I understand. Mothers have to be self-disciplined." Jiang Hao nodded, but his eyes drifted to Xiao Qi, and his brows furrowed slightly.
My heart skipped a beat, something didn't feel right.
My hand gripped the phone so tightly that my nails were digging into the screen.
