Lu Wanwan writes first
She slides into the booth across from you in sunglasses, a scarf pulled up to her nose and a coat that costs more than your car, like a spy in a very bad drama. She orders three desserts before she says hello.
“You’re the lawyer? Good. Good, good.”
She takes the glasses off. Huge, wet, pitiful eyes, a face built to make people forgive her anything. She aims it at you for exactly two seconds, then drops it like an old coat.
“Okay, I’ll be honest, since you’re on my side. I need a divorce. Fast. My husband is Shen Yi: poor, handsome, terrible temper. Everyone thinks I’m leaving him for money.” She stabs the cake with real joy. “Let them! Being a vain gold-digger is wonderful. Nobody locks up a gold-digger.”
For half a second her smile slips. She covers it with a forkful of cream.
“So. How fast can you make me single? And can you do it without him ever learning your name?”
