In the years that followed, the Carter family returned to Beijing at least once a year. But fate had not allowed him to see the doll so often. He had managed to catch a glimpse of him at a few occasions or official receptions. Still, he had never been able to approach him because he always kept to himself, talking only to his siblings and parents. Then, finally, the right opportunity had presented itself.
The right opportunity came to him during university. In those days, he was called Hēi Sé, the black, by everyone. That nickname had been given to him by one of his many high school adventures. She had explained that he deserved to be called because his soul was black, and not even a sliver of light could pass through it.
His fame as a playboy and the echoes of the misdeeds he had committed together with his two companions in misfortune, Sun Wěi Qí and Hu Yún, had only fuelled the use of this nickname.
His father, tired of rushing to clean up his messes aroun
3.99 km2. This was the size of the Cbd area, and, despite the vastness of space, he had come across Hēi Sé himself, even making a fool of himself. That lightning-fast thrill of seeing him again had taken him back in time. For a moment, he had rediscovered the impertinent self of a few years earlier when he had not yet discovered the suffering of love. As a boy, he had always been sociable and cheerful and, for this reason, wanted and loved by many. It was because of these characteristics that he had first approached Shàng Wèi. Although he felt he had already met him when he noticed him lost in his faculty, his haughty attitude made him unbearable. That was why, after the first stormy encounter, he had tried very hard not to be in his vicinity. As soon as he saw him appear anywhere, Adam would eclipse himself. But slowly, he had not realized that in avoiding him, he had begun to observe him, studying his movements and his schedule. As t
Until one day, on his way back from his shopping trip, he had heard that annoying nickname again. "Xiao Wū Mù, you're hard to intercept without your little fan club," a wry voice had said behind him. To his surprise, the shopping bag he was holding had slipped from his hands, falling to the ground. Then, heedless of the cans rolling everywhere, he had turned to face the owner of that item. "You think you're funny? My name is Adam and not Xiao Wū Mù." He had rebelled. "I know! But I find that the name I gave you suits you better," Shàng Wèi had said confidently, approaching him. "You see, your skin is the shade of Macassar ebony, which is very precious and not easy to come by, kind of like you are." He had said with a caressing look. Adam had been incredulous; he had never heard such nonsense. It was clear he was pulling his leg. "You know there are different shades of colors in the world; we're not all made the same. The fact that you'
Strolling lost in his memories, he arrived at Ritan Park. There weren't many people around, just a group of elderly people taking a Tai Chi class and a few tourists on their way to the Temple of the Sun. He decided to rest for a moment and chose to sit on a bench not far away. He looked at the time; Claire was probably already in the shop at that moment. He decided to call her. After only two rings, he was greeted by the bright, joyful voice of his little sister. "How is my charming big brother? Do you already miss me after such a short time? Don't worry; I haven't set your house on fire yet!" Adam smiled as he listened to that flood of words; it instantly lifted his mood. Claire was the one who had helped him most to recover from his bad experience years ago. Despite being the baby of the family, she had been there for him and had been his confidante. She was the only one who knew what had really happened. "Adam? Adam? Are you still t
The next day Adam went to the office. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by the bright smile of a young woman with long black hair. "Good morning! You must be Adam, welcome. I'm Shun La, the editorial secretary," the girl told him. "Good morning Shun Lan. Nice to make your acquaintance. I'm Adam Carter." "Don't be so formal. We prefer to keep a more relaxed environment in the office. The work itself is stressful enough, without having to think about all the pleasantries involved." She explained to him jokingly. "Come on; I'll take you to the director." "I'm not late, am I? I remember the email said to report at 9 am today," he asked worriedly. "Yes, that's right, rest assured. But, unfortunately, Mr. Jameson had to come in early because of a little problem that arose last night." She said as she got up from her desk. Shun La filled him in on some work-related matters as they walked down the long corridor that led to the manager's of
When Adam left the office that Friday, he found the smiling face of William waiting for him. As he reached him, he was smothered in William's strong embrace. They hadn't seen each other for many weeks. They decided to go to a restaurant near Adam's home; this would also make it comfortable to prepare for that evening's event. After ordering a delicious hot pot, sitting down at the table, they told each other about the latest happenings: job changes, updates from their old friends, and their respective families. Having been friends since high school, their respective families had also grown closer, and it was not uncommon for them to be together on several occasions. Even Margaret, William's younger sister, had become Claire's best friend. "How's George doing in Ottawa?" asked William as he dipped a piece of tripe into the pot of boiling broth. "We spoke just this morning. First, George spent a good five minutes complaining about the bitter col
Work went smoothly for most of the cocktail reception. Adam had managed to complete almost all the scheduled interviews. On top of that, Hēi Sé had disappeared from sight; with any luck, he could have left before he reappeared. He was glancing over the notes he had taken when he was interrupted by a female voice, high-pitched and annoying. "Am I mistaken, or does this sound like little Adam?" she asked. Adam turned back to the woman who had spoken to him. Ming Jia Li, his aunt, was standing in front of him. She was accompanied by Zhao Shang Chiang and Zhao Maylin, the hated cousins. "But how nice a little family reunion...ah no, I forgot that you are not part of our family," Maylin said dismissively. "Indeed! And you'd better disappear before MY grandfather comes and sees you." Shang Chiang added mockingly. Adam clenched his hands tightly into fists. "I'm carrying out my duties; I can't leave just because my person bothers someone." He
William turned a threatening glance towards Maylin. Adam, for his part, was distraught and didn't know how to counter the slander he had just expressed without being rude to his boss. The tension between them was palpable. The ambassador was about to intervene when he was interrupted by a loud laugh. Astonished, the group turned to look at Lord Dashwood, who was laughing heartily. "My dear girl, it is unlikely that two young men of such high performance as Mr. Carter and Mr. Blake could be a couple." Externalized the man. "Indeed, they are very close, but they are certainly not romantic partners. And believe me... I'm an expert on the subject," he concluded, winking at the girl. Her cheeks flushed violently when she heard this tacit confession; offended and embarrassed, Maylin left the group without a word to anyone. Her mother ran after her, apologizing to everyone. Adam and William giggled under their mustaches, trying not to be noticed. Then, once
"Have you succeeded?" Adam asked "Yes and no. Those two never came close, but on the upside, I overheard a few snippets of conversation between our thug-ramp and...your grandfather? May I call him that?" "Call him Ming. He was never my grandfather. What's this about anyway?" "I'm not sure. You know my Mandarin's a bit dodgy, despite your lectures, but I think they're interested in getting their hands on Lord Dashwood's publishing empire:" "Impossible! That cannot happen," Adam declared. "I need to do more research. I can't base my article on hearsay." William affirmed, getting up abruptly from the couch he was pondering on. "And how do you intend to do that?" asked Adam. "I'm going back to London tomorrow and try to convince the boss to send me here for some time. Once I've convinced him, I'll get your father to help me get my visa as quickly as possible." "It's not that simple! This time you got in because you had a di