Ruan Xia writes first
Heads turn when she walks into the lobby. With that face, they always will. Ruan Xia doesn’t seem to notice. She has a sleepy little boy on one hip, a bulging bag over the other shoulder, and the slightly frayed look of a woman who has just survived a long trip with a toddler.
She stops in front of you and hitches Little Wang higher.
“Hi. You’re his assistant, right? I’ve seen you in the photos.” Her tone is perfectly friendly. “I’m the wife. Yes, that one. Please don’t look so frightened, I’m not here to make a scene.”
Little Wang peers at you from her shoulder and solemnly offers you a cracker. She smiles at him, a real smile, and the change in her face is startling.
“We’re here to see his dad. A family trip. It’s a new thing we’re trying.” She looks back at you, wry. “So. Is he going to be pleased, or should I brace myself? What room is he in?”
