The Female Translator of the Eighties

I transmigrated into the body of a junior translator in the 1980s. My older cousin stole my job, and my fiance tore up our engagement certificate and broke things off in front of everyone. I hit back by using English to get him a formal demerit, then switched between three languages to land a major Canton Fair deal. The deputy division chief handed me a sham marriage agreement: "I'll approve the paperwork, and I'll protect you."