On my first day back in the country, my wife's male secretary swaggered over and tried to take my antiques. Before I could say a word, he slapped me twice! Then he sneered at me without a hint of shame. “If I want something, you should feel honored. Get down on your knees and apologize, and say thank you!” I stepped forward at once, only for him to have his bodyguards pin me to the ground. He looked at me with contempt. “You think you can compete with me? I'm the husband of the Chen family's heiress in Hong Kong. What are you? My wife only has to say the word, and you'll be driven out of Hong Kong!” The bystanders joined in. “Get on your knees and beg. He's the husband Chen Yan, the heiress, cherishes so much.” “If you know what's good for you, you might still be able to stay in Hong Kong and clean toilets.” I was about to argue, but the words “the Chen family's heiress's husband” made me freeze. The Chen family of Hong Kong? Since when did Chen Yan have another husband besides me? I immediately called Chen Yan and asked with a cold laugh, “Chen Yan, when did you marry someone else behind my back?”
