photograph me, claiming that I had a typical high-school teacher’s face, and that he was working up a proposal for People.”
“A typical highschool teacher’s face,” he repeated.
“It’s not very flattering, but he had his ways of pursuing people.”
“So the pictures were published?”
“Yes, but actually he had little interest in the publication, as he told me later. He just wanted to meet me.”
“The same old dirty trick,” he said. “And everybody fell for it.”
“But he had talent and kept his word. These pictures in People helped my position at school. So we came to know more of each other.”
“And it began to develop into an affair?”
“Yes, we started dating.”
“You did not know that he was married?”
“I did not know at first, but he did not try to cover it up. On our third or fourth date, he told me about his marriage, saying he was not happy with it. I could understand why-with his sick, neurotic wife. What mattered most, he said, was the time we shared. So I believed we might work something out eventually.”
“Did he take the initial step in the sexual relationship between you?”
“Do I have to answer that question?” she said, twisting her fingers.
“Yes. If you answer now, it will save you a great deal of unpleasantness later.”
“Well, he invited me to a party at his place, and afterward he asked me to stay on for a while. I agreed. I was a bit drunk.”
“Then he took advantage of you while you were drunk.”
“No, he did not force me.” She hung her head low, wringing her hands in a helpless gesture. “I was willing, hoping that sooner or later he would change his mind.”
“Change his mind?”
“Yes, I hoped he would choose to marry me and divorce his wife.”
“How long were you together?”
“A couple of months.”
“Were you happy… with him?”
“At first, when things went smoothly.”
“How often were you together?”
“Two or three times a week.”
“What kind of man was he?” Yu asked. “Sexually, I mean.”
The question came as a shock to her. She pulled at the hem of her T-shirt as she said in a whisper, “Normal.”
“Weren’t you afraid of becoming pregnant?”
“Yes, but I was always careful.”
“Then why did you end it?”
“He chose not to divorce his wife.”
“Did you discuss the issue with him?”
“Yes, but to no avail.”
“You could have sued him, or approached his work unit.”
“What’s the point?” she said with a tear trickling down her cheek. “With his family background, who would have listened to me? Besides, I was a ‘third party’ to begin with.”
“So you just let him get away with it?”
“I argued with him, and he did the most horrible thing. Those pictures-you have seen them, haven’t you? If I continued to harass him, he threatened to show them to other people.”
“That HCC bastard!” He stood up, looking over her head toward a dismal, gray sky out the window, taking a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it, before he seated himself again on the hard rattan chair. “But how could you have let him take those photos?”
“I had posed for him on a professional level,” she said sobbing. “Later on, I allowed him to take more intimate… He had his own darkroom and equipment, so I was not worried. But those horrible nude photos, those were taken while I was sleeping. And he posed on top of me without my knowledge.”
“Oh, I see.” So those pictures were not just of Ning herself, but of her and Wu together. Yu needed some time to think about this new information. Apparently Wu had taken and kept the pictures for a purpose: to get rid of somebody when he no longer desired her.
“So that was the end of your affair?” Yu asked.
“Yes. He never contacted me again.”
“Just one more question: Was Wu Xiaoming seeing somebody else when you parted with him?”
“I was not sure, but there were other girls at those parties.”
“Did you know someone named Guan Hongying among them?”
“No. Guan Hongying-isn’t she the national model worker? Heavens.”
Yu took a picture of Guan out of his pocket. “Do you recognize her?”
“Yes, I think so. I saw her only once at Wu’s place. I remember her because she clung to him all the evening, but I did not know her name at the time. Wu did not introduce her to anybody.”
“Wu certainly would not have done that,” he said. “Do you know anything else about her?”
“No, that’s all.” She fumbled in her bag and found a handkerchief.
“Contact me if you can think of anything, Comrade Ning.”
“I will.” She then added, “You won’t tell other people?”
“I’ll try my best,” he said.
She accompanied him to the door, her face streaked with tears, her head hung low, no longer the hostile antagonist of an hour ago, her hands nervously pulling again at the lower edge of her oversized T-shirt.
Detective Yu had succeeded in bluffing her and getting information he had not expected. But he was not elated. Ning, too, was a victim.
He began the long walk home. The new facts, instead of diminishing the puzzle, seemed to add to its complexity.
What an HCC monster! So many women in his life. Even in his most intimate moments with a woman, Wu had not forgotten to take those horrible pictures for his ulterior purpose. But what was the point of conquering so many women if there was no future with any of them? What was the point?
There had been only one woman in Yu’s life-Peiqin. But Yu was a happy man because of it.
Was there a woman in Chief Inspector Chen’s life? There had been one-according to Jiang-in Beijing, years earlier. Yu had never heard anything about it, but it was said that of late there was a female often seen in Chen’s company. According to the bureau housing committee, however, there was no one. Otherwise Chen would surely have tried to make a point of it when applying for an apartment.
Even Jiang seemed to have a soft spot for the chief inspector. At least she changed her attitude abruptly because of his note. The fact that Chen had recognized her in the picture also intrigued him. Nothing but her bare back showed in that photograph. Was it the black mole on the nape of her neck that had revealed her identity to him?
Could there be something between the two? Immediately Yu hoped he was wrong. He had come to think of Chen as a friend. It was time for Chen to settle down, but not with somebody as modern as Jiang.
Chapter 24
It was Chief Inspector Chen’s fifth day in Guangzhou. He had awakened to find a note on the nightstand. It was just an address with a short line underneath it. Xie Rong. 60 Xinhe Road, #543. You will find her there. Have a wonderful day.
Ouyang
