Liu Zhiqiang and I have been fighting for five years.
Stealing customers, poaching, and filing lawsuits. No one in the city's tech circles doesn't know that we are mortal enemies. The whole industry is betting on who will be killed first.
At the annual meeting, we slept together.
One month later, I took the pregnancy test stick and kicked open the door of his office: "Yours, should I take it or leave it?"
He looked at it for three seconds, then took out the household registration book from the drawer: "Get married."
"Are you sick?"
"If you are sick, you will cure me. After you are born, I will take care of you. If you continue to fight against me, it will not affect you."
I thought he was going crazy. Later I found out that this person's household registration book had been kept in the office for three years, just waiting for a reason.
I didn't agree to get married, but I didn't go to the hospital either. He began a long process of "harassment": delivering breakfast, sending for prenatal check-ups, and injecting 30 million into our company - without asking for shares or an agreement, on the grounds that "the mother of my child cannot go bankrupt."
On the day the child was born, he knelt outside the delivery room all night.
