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Capítulo 1

Chapter 1

Ah Zheng and I broke up three years ago. The night before the breakup, we got into a fight.

I was the first to pull him out of bed. He pushed me away, and I pulled his hair and ripped off his glasses. He got angry and pushed me to the ground. I grabbed a wooden stool from in front of the dressing table and threw it at him wildly. I hit him on the forehead, and blood flowed out. He was furious. He jumped out of bed, grabbed my hands, pulled me up, and threw me back onto the bed.

We were all astonished by our own barbarity and brutality; a well-educated couple ultimately resorted to violence to resolve their conflict. Perhaps the only way to vent resentment towards someone is to beat them up.

Ah-Zheng and I met through work. Ten years ago, we worked at the same newspaper. I had just graduated from university with a degree in journalism and joined that daily newspaper as a reporter; it was a very prestigious newspaper. Ah-Zheng was my editor; he had been in the industry for six years longer than me and was my senior colleague.

I admired A-Zheng very much. He was an excellent journalist and taught me a lot. However, at that time, he had a girlfriend. That girl was a reporter at another newspaper; they were classmates, and she was also a very good journalist.

I didn't dare confess my feelings to A-Zheng. A few months later, he broke up with his girlfriend. I heard she had fallen in love with a foreign news agency reporter and was getting married. A-Zheng didn't have time to be sad. Just then, the deputy editor-in-chief sent me and him to London, England for an interview.

When we arrived in London, the weather was exceptionally cold that year, and it snowed. I brought all sorts of warm clothing, including a pair of snow boots. Experienced friends told me that wearing regular leather shoes in the snow wouldn't be enough; you'd get frostbite on your feet and it would be easy to slip on the snow. But Ah Zheng was only wearing a pair of ordinary sneakers, and I saw him slip twice on the snow.

"Are you alright?" I helped him up.

"It's okay, it's okay." He was embarrassed.

I think his feet must have been covered in chilblains during those days, and I saw that he was having more and more difficulty walking each day.

"What shoe size do you wear?" I asked him during an interview one day.

"Number Seven. Why are you asking these questions at this time?" he asked me.

"It's nothing," I said.

The next day, before heading off to the interview, I went to the department store and bought him a pair of size 7 snow boots.

When I got back to the hotel, he was waiting for me in the lobby.

"Where have you been? We're going to be late," he said sternly.

"Put these shoes on first, otherwise your feet will freeze." I handed him the snow boots.

He was deeply moved when he saw the pair of snow boots.

"You...you don't need to be so polite, how much is it?" he asked me shyly.

"It's a gift, hurry up and put it on, we're going to be late," I urged him.

He took off his sneakers, and I saw that his ankles were covered in chilblains.

"Sometimes, I suspect you're deliberately making yourself suffer to forget the pain of heartbreak," I told him.

He threw the pair of sneakers into the trash can and ignored me.

I felt a sense of satisfaction when I saw him walking on the snow in those snow boots.

On our last day in England, instead of doing any interviews, we went for a cruise on the Thames.

"Ah Zheng, can you forget about her?" I asked him.

"Why?" he asked me.

"It's nothing." I didn't have the courage to tell him I liked him. "I didn't want to see you so upset!"

He took a dark blue scarf out of his pocket and said to me, "This is for you."

I didn't expect him to give me a gift, so I asked him, "When did you buy it?"

"Ignore it!" he said smugly.

I wrapped the scarf around my neck and asked him, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good," he said, looking at me.

We strolled hand in hand along the Thames, and our romance began in England.

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Chapter Two

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I often feel that I am not good enough for A-Zheng. I wasted my three years of college life in a daze, while A-Zheng has read thousands or even tens of thousands of times more books than I have. He is talented, and I am afraid that he will fall in love with a woman who is better off than me. So I tell myself that I must work hard to become a woman who is worthy of A-Zheng.

After three years together, Ah-Cheng and I had saved up some money. We found a small apartment of about 600 square feet in North Point and decided to buy it for our future wedding. At that time, I wanted to marry Ah-Cheng, and Ah-Cheng had also said he would marry me.

On my first day, Ah Zheng carried me around the living room and bedroom. When we got to the balcony, he pretended to throw me onto the street. I said to him, "Fine! Kill me then. No one will ever love you like this again."

He held me in his arms; he couldn't bear to see me not love him.

Living together was great, and I was always worried that living together would affect our relationship, but we didn't have that problem. Instead, another problem arose between us.

Six months after we started living together, a new newspaper was about to be published. The editor-in-chief, Hong Leping, was A-Zheng's former colleague. He asked A-Zheng to switch jobs, offering double his current salary and asking him to bring a few reporters with him. A-Zheng considered it for a long time. Although the new newspaper offered a high salary, A-Zheng worried that if the newspaper didn't perform well and went bankrupt, he would lose his job. He has always been a thoughtful person, and besides, he is sentimental and reluctant to leave the newspaper he has always worked for. My thoughts were exactly the opposite of his. I thought this was a rare opportunity, and we should take advantage of our youth to go out and make a name for ourselves.

Ah-Zheng finally made what he thought was a wise decision: he would stay, while I would work at the new newspaper. That way, even if the new newspaper failed and I lost my job, I would still have his salary. And if the new newspaper was very successful... Actually, he hadn't thought the new newspaper would be successful, but he couldn't convince me, so he let me give it a try.

My position at the new newspaper is editor. Without A-Zheng's help, I have to make many decisions on my own. I want to become a journalist as outstanding as A-Zheng.

Ah Zheng's assessment was wrong; the new newspaper was a great success, even surpassing the sales of the newspaper I used to work for. At this point, they certainly didn't need Ah Zheng.

My work was appreciated by Hong Leping. He mentored me and gave me many opportunities. Although he sometimes scolded me harshly, I benefited a lot from it. His approach to handling news was more emotional, which was different from A-Zheng's. Therefore, A-Zheng often criticized the news we did, and we would argue about how we handled a news story.

Because of my outstanding performance, I received several promotions and raises over three years, and I was praised by people in the industry. I was very happy because I was getting closer to A-Zheng. Before, people often said behind my back that I was taking advantage of him, but now it was proven that I wasn't. I wanted people to know that I was worthy of A-Zheng. A-Zheng was already the deputy editor-in-chief at that time.