Whenever he spoke of the past or recalled those days, Jiang Boya would feel a piercing pain in his heart.
Old Master Jiang's face was stern. After a long pause, he said, "All these years, you have not married because you've been pining for that girl? If that's the case, you had better get that thought out of your head. She's nothing but a servant of our family, of lowly status. How could she possibly enter the Jiang Family's door as my son Jiang Hongfa's daughter-in-law?"
Jiang Boya: "That's a feudal mindset! Domestically and abroad, people are considered equal. Besides, Uncle Fang has followed you and been wholly loyal. How can you still view his family with such old prejudice?"
Old Master Jiang: "No matter what society we live in, being well-matched in social and economic status is important! Moreover, let me make myself clear, even if I, Jiang Hongfa, were to have no descendants through you, I would never acknowledge a child born of a maid as my grandchild!"
