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New Fiction series in progress, "The Divine Nine"


....At this point Zhou Rong is untouchable.  And Liu Chao Jian knows Chinese law. The chief of the detectives of the PRC law enforcement agency in Chongqing conveys this to the media.  There is outrage by the women in China, Hong Kong and Taiwan.  However, it is quickly subdued in China and later in Hong Kong. The family of Zhou Rong is moved to a location near the Mongolian border for safety. The Taiwanese know there is nothing they can do about it either. As well, as they have been getting more involved in having ties to NATO, it is a too little too late to ask for assistance in the matter.
    Liu Chao Jian knows that his wife and newborn first child are dead, and to him that has ended a chapter in his life of wanting to have a family.  Liu Chao Jian does not show his distraught feelings to anyone. However, Jen Lan Qi’s family worries for him. Over the next few months Wu Hua Feng encourages her son to forget about it and move on, “…find another woman”.  She callously states. Liu Chang Bao, Liu Chao Jian’s father tells his wife to back off.  She relents her husband’s command. Liu Chao Jian is an only child, and Wu Hua Feng was looking forward to becoming a grandmother.  She knew as well that the young couple would have three children at minimum.  Wu Hua Feng would then have bragging rights, the benefit of her son marrying a Taiwanese woman and living abroad.


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