Wife's Scissorhands

One day later - Western Germany’s industrial area, Essen City, in a rented flat.

A view of the bustling streets of Essen could be seen from the window. Tall buildings, endless streams of traffic and pedestrians, typical of cities and nothing new. The difference was that everything here was was well organised and that the people were mostly tall and strict Germanic people.

“Like this place?” Long Bing’s voice came from behind.

Xia Lei looked back at her and smiled, “Can’t say how much I like it. It’s very clean and very orderly but lacks the human touch we have. I’m Chinese, so to me, the place that suits me most is our own place.”

No matter how great Germany was, it was the Germans’ Germany, not a Germany for the Chinese. No matter how big the world was, the most comfortable place would be one’s home. This feeling was shared by everyone, even by those who left their hometowns.

“I’m the same,” Long Bing gave a faint smile, “Let’s get down to business. Have you memorised the information I gave you? Recite it to me.”

Xia Lei did not even have to think. “My name is Liang Hu, born 3rd December, 1991. My home address is Sichuan...