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I came to River City alone and found a cultural communication company to work as a screenwriter. I wrote my experiences into a script, and the boss, Zhang Fan, was a man as handsome and successful as Fu Tingxiu. He appreciated my script: "Xiao Liu, the company has decided to produce your script!"
I was overwhelmed with joy.
In the two years since getting married, my life had been chaotic—bed rest, childbirth, taking care of my daughter’s health... I had almost lost myself. Knowing that I was renting, President Zhang handed me a set of keys: "I have an apartment at Jinshui Shore that’s empty; you can move in."
I hurried to see it. The apartment was new, a spacious flat with brand new furniture and appliances.
I hesitated to accept such generous help: "President Zhang, this is too much. I’m all alone in River City; a small studio apartment would be fine."
He insisted no longer: "Alright, I’ll inform the finance department to reimburse you one thousand yuan for accommodation each month."
The receptionist, Mei Feng, who is President Zhang's sister, often invited me out for meals and gossiped about her brother's family matters: "Sister-in-law took a large sum of money from my brother and went abroad with their daughter (who is actually her child with her first love). Don’t be fooled by how my brother appears at work; he’s living worse than a dog!"
She added, "Sister, I think my brother really cares about you. You should consider being my sister-in-law... My brother is quite good!"
This girl really had no shame in talking about her brother like that.
He was betrayed by his lover, and I felt worse than a widow; we were both suffering in our own ways. But I wasn't worthy of him; there would be better women waiting for him.
Since marrying Jia Huairen and having children, I had lived in his shadow. Returning to society and being recognized brought me more than just comfort; it fulfilled me deeply.
In addition to producing my script, President Zhang also insisted that I play the lead role despite opposition. Perhaps it was fate or just the right timing; the short drama titled "A Light in the Darkest Hour" sold well on multiple platforms.
At the celebration banquet, I drank too much—first laughing, then crying, then laughing again as if I had gone mad. My colleagues knew a bit about my situation and came over to comfort me, while only the boss remained silent, clinking glasses with me repeatedly.
I blacked out. When I woke up the next day, I found myself in President Zhang's spacious apartment with Mei Feng beside me.
"Sister, originally my brother arranged for a driver to take you home, but you refused to tell him where you lived. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone in a hotel, so he asked me to stay here with you!"
I felt embarrassed but thankfully none of my colleagues laughed at me.
I worked hard for myself and to repay his kindness in recognizing my talent. I spent weekends typing away at scripts, producing two plays each month.
Jia Huairen came to River City to find me; he knelt before me in repentance: "Wife, it was all my fault before; from now on, I won’t oppose your working anymore. Let’s live well together! You don’t know how much I regret thinking about our daughter!"
I remained unmoved, keeping him locked outside my rented apartment. He knelt there for a long time, attracting a crowd of onlookers, and both the property management and security came over. With no other choice, I let him in. He started mopping the floor and doing my laundry, even insisting on cooking a feast for me. However, after eating his food, I quickly became so drowsy that I could barely keep my eyes open. When I woke up again, that scoundrel was sleeping beside me.
I pinched him, twisted him, and hit him with all my might. Legally speaking, we were a married couple. In the midst of my fury, he crawled to the ground again and knelt before me, saying, "Wife, I was wrong!"
Every Friday, he drove from Annam to River City and returned early Monday morning. He cooked for me, brewed tea, and helped massage my shoulders and back when I got tired from writing. At night, he was tender in bed.
I was completely under his control. Soon enough, I found out I was pregnant again.
Jia Huairen suggested that I go back to Annam to rest during my pregnancy, but I refused. My boss and colleagues treated me well, and friends from River City often came to visit. I didn't want to return to face Jia Huairen's parents' mercenary faces while doing nothing.
I wanted to live independently and earn my own money. Five months into my pregnancy, my boss informed HR not to track my attendance anymore; I could work late or leave whenever I wanted. During work hours, some colleagues brought me meals while others poured me water. Concerned about my growing belly making transportation difficult, my boss often "happened" to give me rides.
At twenty-seven weeks pregnant, without any warning, I started bleeding. Jia Huairen came from Annam to accompany me in River City. I clearly heard his mother shouting on the phone: "If it doesn't work out at seven months, just induce labor... Remember this: if anything happens, prioritize saving the baby!"
The nurse looked at Jia Huairen with a dark expression: "Don't make phone calls in the ward; it affects the mother's emotions. Step outside!" Jia Huairen noticed my pale face and said to his mother, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The attending doctor spoke with us: "The cervix is not dilated, the membranes are intact, and the size of the uterus is consistent with the gestational age." These were good news.
"However," he continued, "the placenta is indeed developing a bit slowly. This is a threatened miscarriage; resting might allow you to continue the pregnancy. But there are certain risks involved, and whether the fetus can catch up in development later is uncertain. Think it over carefully and discuss it with your family."
The Jia family held a conference over the phone without consulting me or seeking my opinion; only Jia Huairen reported back: "My parents say to protect the pregnancy."
For the next two months or so, everything related to eating and drinking happened in bed. Fortunately, the Jia family cared about the child in my belly and hired a dedicated caregiver for me.
Colleagues visited multiple times; even my boss brought Mei Feng once, leaving behind many nutritional supplements and a thick envelope. Feeling embarrassed, I said, "Zhang Zong, look at me now; I'm unable to work at all. Should I resign?"
"Most of the employees in the company are female. I can't just let someone go because they got pregnant, right? You don't need to think too much about it. Just come back to work whenever you can after having the baby!" I have to say, the boss is quite a decent person.
After forty weeks of pregnancy, the baby was born—a boy weighing six pounds and seven ounces. The Jia family was overjoyed and named the child Mao Mao, inviting relatives to come and see their grandson.
I was brought back to Annan's Hometown by the Jia family. They claimed it was for my convenience, but in reality, their focus was solely on their grandson.
In the middle of the night, the baby woke up, crying and fussing.
Exhausted, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and called Jia Huairen for help: "The baby is awake again; can you prepare the formula?"
His response was, "You go ahead; I have to work tomorrow."
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