Кевин Кван - China Rich Girlfriend

Soon two women entered the bedroom-cum-dining room and started placing a multitude of steaming-hot dishes onto the Formica table. Arrayed before them was hongshao rou —thick slices of fatty pork in a sweet marinade with green peppers; jiang ya —braised duck leg covered in thick, sweetened soy sauce; jiuyang caotou —seasonal vegetables stir-fried in fragrant wine; ganshao changyu —deep-fried whole pomfret; and yandu xian —a typical Shanghainese soup of bamboo shoots, pressed tofu, salted ham, and fresh pork.

“Sweet Jesus! How are we going to finish all this by ourselves?” Rachel laughed.

“Trust me, the food here is so good you’ll be eating more than you normally would.”

“Uh, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

“We can wrap up whatever we don’t finish and Nick can enjoy a late-night snack,” Carlton suggested.

“He’s gonna love that.”

After clinking their bottles of ice-cold Tsingtao beer, they dove into the dishes without any ceremony, savoring the food in silence for the first few minutes.

After his first round of sweet fatty pork, Carlton looked earnestly at Rachel and said, “I wanted to take you to dinner tonight because I owe you an apology.”

“I understand. But you already apologized.”

“No, I didn’t. Not properly, anyway. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop, and I still feel horrible about what happened in Paris. Thank you for stepping in and doing what you did. It was rather stupid of me to think I could ever race Richie in the condition I was in.”

“I’m glad you see that.”

“I’m also sorry for everything I said to you. I was just so shocked — ashamed, really — that you found out about London, but it was bloody unfair of me to lash out at you like that. I wish I could take it all back.”

Rachel was silent for a moment. “I’m actually very grateful for what you told me. It’s given me some insight into a situation that’s been puzzling me since we arrived.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Look, I think I understand the position I’ve put your father in. I truly am sorry if I’ve caused your family any trouble. Especially your mother. I see now that it must be very hard on her — this whole situation is just something none of us could ever have prepared for. I really hope she doesn’t hate me for coming to China.”

“She doesn’t hate you — she doesn’t know you. Mum’s just had a tough year with my accident and all. Finding out about you — discovering this side of my father’s past — has just compounded that stress. She’s someone who’s used to a very orderly way of life, and she’s spent so many years planning things out perfectly. Like the company. And Dad’s career. She really has been the force behind his political rise, and now she’s trying to propel my future as well. My accident was a huge setback in her eyes, and she’s so afraid that any more scratches to that façade will destroy everything she’s planned for me.”

“But what has she planned for you? Does she want you to get into politics too?”

“Ultimately, yes.”

“But is that even something you want?”

Carlton sighed. “I don’t know what I want.”

“That’s okay. You have time to figure it out.”

“Do I? Because sometimes I feel like everyone my age is ahead of the game and I’m just totally fucked. I thought I knew what I wanted, but then the accident changed everything. What were you doing when you were twenty-three?”

Rachel thought about it as she drank some of the pork and bamboo soup. She closed her eyes, momentarily transported by the subtle flavors.

“Good, isn’t it? They’re famous for this soup,” Carlton said.

“It’s amazing. I think I could drink the whole pot!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Go right ahead.”

Collecting herself, Rachel continued, “When I was twenty-three, I was in Chicago going to grad school at Northwestern. And I spent half the year in Ghana.”

“You were in Africa?”

“Yep. Doing field research for my dissertation about microlending.”

“Brilliant! I’ve always dreamed of going to this place in Namibia called the Skeleton Coast.”

“You should talk to Nick — he’s been there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah — he went with his best friend Colin when he was living in England. They used to travel to all these extremely hard-to-get-to places. Nick used to have quite the life before he met me and settled down.”

“You guys seem to have quite the life now,” Carlton said wistfully.

“You can have any type of life you want, Carlton.”

“I don’t know about that. You haven’t met my mother. But you know what? You will soon. I’m going to have a talk with Dad — he needs to stand up to her and end this idiotic blockade that she’s imposed. Once she meets you, once you are no longer this mysterious entity to her, she’ll see you for who you are. And she’ll come to appreciate you, I just know it.”

“It’s very kind of you to say that, but Nick and I were discussing it earlier today and we’re thinking of changing our travel plans. Peik Lin, my friend from Singapore, is flying up to visit me on Thursday. She wants to take me to Hangzhou for a spa weekend while Nick is off in Beijing doing his research at the National Library. But when we get back next week, I think we’ll head home to New York.”

“Next week? You were supposed to be here until August — you can’t leave so soon!” Carlton began to protest.

“It’s better that way. I realize that it was a huge mistake for me to make this trip so soon. I never gave your mother enough time to adjust to the idea of me. The last thing I want to do is cause a lasting wound between your parents. Really.”

“Let me talk to them. You can’t leave China without seeing Dad again, and I want my mum to meet you. She has to.”

Rachel pondered things for a moment. “It’s up to you. I don’t want to impose on them any more than I already have. Look, we’ve had a fantastic time in China. And Paris, of course. Getting to spend all this time with you is already far more than I could have ever hoped for.”

Carlton locked eyes for a moment with his sister, and nothing more needed to be said.

4RIVERSIDE VICTORY TOWERS

SHANGHAI

For many Shanghainese who had been born in Puxi — the historic city center — the glittering new metropolis on the other side of the river called Pudong would never be part of the real Shanghai. “Puxi is like Pu- York , but Pudong will always be Pu- Jersey ,” the cognoscenti snidely remarked. Jack Bing, who hailed from Ningbo in Zhejiang Province, had no time for such snobberies. He was proud to be part of the new China that built Pudong, and whenever guests came to his triplex penthouse at Riverside Victory Towers — a hulking trio of ultra-luxurious apartment complexes that he had developed on the riverfront of Pudong’s financial district — he would proudly walk them around the sprawling rooftop garden of his 8,888-square-foot penthouse and point out the new city that stretched as far as the eye could see. “A decade ago, all this was farmland. Now it is the center of the world,” he would say.

Today, as Jack sat on the titanium and Mongolian gazelle lounge chair Marc Newson had custom designed for him, sipping his glass of 2005 Château Pétrus on the rocks, his thoughts lingered on the memory of an afternoon spent alone at the Palace of Versailles at the end of a business trip, where he delighted in stumbling upon a small exhibition devoted to Chinese antiquities in the court of Louis XIV. He was admiring a portrait of the Emperor Qianlong in a small gallery tucked behind the Hall of Mirrors when a large tour group of Chinese tourists crowded into the space. A man in head-to-toe Stefano Ricci pointed at the portrait of the emperor dressed in a Manchu-style fur cap and murmured excitedly, “Genghis Khan! Genghis Khan!”