Zhongshan Minggui was 35 years old and married.
But his wife and child were back in Hokkaido, ostensibly because he feared a school transfer might affect his child's studies, but the reality was that it conveniently allowed him to indulge himself in Tokyo.
Nevertheless, after indulging too much yesterday, he had no mood to seek pleasure tonight and went home early after work.
His residence was a street-facing villa, and since he had to work the next day, he did not park his car in the garage but directly at the roadside in front of the gate.
After all, his status spared him from the traffic police issues.
Zhongshan Minggui changed his shoes and took off his coat in the entrance hall, entered the living room, sat down on the sofa with a somewhat stiff and sore neck, and soon fell into a deep sleep from the exhaustion of toiling for the nation.
