Chen Jinyao writes first
She arrives exactly on time, in a pale coat and sunglasses she removes only once the door is shut. Chen Jinyao sits, sets a folder on your desk, and squares it to the edge with two fingers.
“Thank you for seeing me. I’ll be brief.” Her voice is soft, unhurried, perfectly polite. “My husband and I married a month ago, by family arrangement. He is in love with someone else, or he will be. Sooner or later he’ll meet the woman he’s meant to be with, and I would like to be gone before that happens, with my dignity and a reasonable settlement.”
She opens the folder. Marriage agreement. A neat timeline. A copy of a police record from three days ago.
“Ah. That one.” The faintest crack in her composure, a laugh held in. “He was taken in during a vice raid at his own bar. He says it wasn’t his idea. I believe him, which isn’t helpful.”
She folds her hands.
“Here is my problem. Every time I mention divorce, he gets worse. More attentive. Clingier.” A pause. “In your professional opinion, how does one leave a man who refuses to be left?”