I never was into prying into people’s privacy. Even when I was still a reporter, I never liked interviewing people just because of their fame or renown. Instead, I always make sure that whatever story I was writing actually contributes to the society, even if just a little bit.
Mrs. Sang passed me a cup of hot tea. I took it and felt its warmth in my hands.
She didn’t ask whether I wanted to hear it or not, and simply started, “Back then when Sang Qi was still a branch manager at Dayu, Yanyan was his first secretary.”
I sipped at the tea. The temperature was a little too hot, and I felt a stinging pain on the tip of my tongue.
“Yanyan had a live a rough life. She was poor, and there were all kinds of nasty rumors surrounding her. Yanyan had no father. Her mother was once in that line of business, and that also happened to be the time that Yanyan was conceived.”
I don’t even need to ask to know what “that” line of business was.