During the National Day holiday, my six-year-old son had just undergone surgery for a cleft lip. Wearing a mask, he was reading in our family bookstore. A girl dressed to the nines covered her nose and imperiously summoned the store manager. “How dare you let a child with an infectious disease in here? Get them out right now!” The manager didn’t dare make me leave, so she apologized to the girl. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we have no authority to ask other customers to leave.” The girl refused to let it go and came over to shout in my face. “If you know what’s good for you, get out! My boyfriend is Song Jingxing, the CEO of Jingnian Group! You can’t afford to cross him!” I couldn’t help staring. When had Song Jingxing, who was in his office asking me what I wanted for dinner, become her boyfriend?
