Tonight, my husband was once again gathered around the mahjong table with bloodshot eyes. Every night, the sweaty men who were his coworkers would descend on our house, making the jingling of cards loud and clear until the early hours of the morning. Although the faithful but unfortunate busty housewife, An, was worried about the household finances, she was once again busy preparing drinks and snacks for the men. It was the fourth round of East. My husband blundered into a double bet on his father. But he had run out of points. He had to pay for the remaining amount with An's clothes...