As soon as Fu Chen returned from an inspection trip to Africa, he called me, his voice weary and panicked. After eight years of marriage, I believed it was just a momentary lapse in judgment.
Six months later, at the company's anniversary celebration, An Qi barged into the banquet hall holding two babies with different skin tones and claimed they were Fu Chen's. Fu Chen's face turned livid, but for the sake of so-called “international relations” and “business partnerships,” he pushed me in front of the cameras and whispered, “Weiwei, the bigger picture comes first. We can't afford to offend her.”
“Her family has enormous influence, and they're crucial to expanding our business into the Nanyang market.” I didn't reply. He grew impatient, stood up, and slapped the table. “Could you be the wife of a CEO if I hadn't made all that money over the years? Do you want money or dignity? You choose.”
I cheerfully called the major client who was about to invest two billion yuan in the company. “I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, but I'm leaving the company. Why don't you put the investment into my new company's account instead?”
