The plane slowly descended, finally touching down and coming to a smooth stop at Hong Kong's Kai Tak Airport.
Outside the airport, the door of a Mercedes sedan opened. Long legs stepped out, high heels touching the ground. Betty, wearing sunglasses and clutching a small handbag, shook out her hair beneath the sunlight. With a bang, she shut the car door and strode toward the arrivals exit, looking pure yet effortlessly cool.
Boss Wang, dressed in a suit with his hair slicked back, came out and saw Betty like this. Smiling, he walked over, and she naturally slipped her arm through his.
"Half a year has passed. You've changed a lot."
"Is that good or bad?"
"What do you think?"
"I just didn't want to keep working as a waitress at the Peninsula Hotel."
"Then it's good." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "That's the spirit you should have. It's how you live a good life."
"Why not say work?"
"If possible, you should find something to replace work. Some people work to make money, while others find value in their work. You're different. You're not particularly short of money now, and you don't look for value in work either. I remember you telling me that you used to like collecting stamps, reading, music, and dancing. Cultivating your mind and character—those are all good things."
Betty shook her head. "Now I look for success through work."
"How successful do you have to be before you call it success? As long as you like it, I'll support you."
"Knife Boy was going to come pick you up too, but I told him not to. We arranged to meet tomorrow."
Wang Yan nodded to show he understood. It was rather amusing, really. Betty felt awkward calling a man pushing fifty Knife Boy