After I agreed to meet with this so-called "brother," I booked a slightly better restaurant.
When I hung up, I looked back at the check on Teng Ke's desk, tapped the information, and put the list back on the table.
After walking out of the study, I felt depressed, as if I'd lost my love. I admit that I was irritated by the numbers on my bill, because I felt subconsciously that the fixed expenses of the month were to be given to Ogawa's mother.
I tried to call Teng Ke, to ask him what time he would be home, but just as I dialed the number, I thought of him; this feeling was really bad, he couldn't find any straw that could comfort others. He could only silently endure the discomfort.
And I stopped waiting for him, after all. He was too busy; he even travelled to other provinces by flight to meet business partners.
Time passed, and I didn’t hear from Teng Ke, but luckily, Teng Xiaochuan was there to keep me company.