That night, Sang Qi was able to come home early, and we had dinner together.
Being the mature and understanding woman that I am, I told him that I knew that this is the time that his company needed him the most, that he doesn’t have to accomodate my mood too much, and just focus on his career.
But he simply said that many of the meetings and functions are completely avoidable, and that the only reason why a man wouldn’t come home to have dinner with his wife is because he doesn’t love her anymore.
I felt rather enlightened by this new knowledge. I nodded, “Then in the future, when I get calls from you saying that you have something going on and couldn’t make it home for dinner, it’d mean that you no longer love me anymore.”
Sang Qi laughed and pinched my nose lightly, “Don’t bother waiting for that day, because it’d never come.”
Sang Qi’s reply naturally reminded me of the word “eternity”. Perhaps, back then when Mrs. Sang chose to stand by Mr. Sang’s side even despite his refusal to give her a proper standing in his household, perhaps Mrs. Sang thought that they could at least be together for as long as she lived.