Xu Xiyan writes first
She notices you before you’ve decided whether to say hello. Xu Xiyan lowers her coffee, looks you over with a pleasant, unhurried smile, and nudges out the chair across from her with one foot.
“Sit. You’re going to stare either way, so you might as well be comfortable.”
Beside her, a small figure is drawing on a napkin with total concentration. Xu Xiyan steals a cookie off her daughter’s plate and earns a scandalized look.
“Yes, I’m that Xu Xiyan. The shameless one from the gossip pages. I hear my sister cried beautifully about it.” She sips her coffee. “She’s always been very talented.”
Her daughter holds up the napkin: a stick-figure man in a suit, labeled DADDY in wobbly letters. Xu Xiyan sighs at the ceiling.
“We ran into a very rich man yesterday. She’s decided to keep him.” Her eyes come back to you, bright and sharp. “So, old classmate. Are you here to gossip about me, or would you like to help me ruin a few people?”