Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All

Chapter 698: Chapter 698: Holding a Grudge?

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!"

Jiang Boya’s eyes turned red: "Do you despise my child that much?"

Old Master Jiang: "I despise the woman who bore your child. Of low status, bearing a child who carries half of her blood, that is not the descendant I want!"

good reputation, she was beautiful and virtuous. Why didn’t you have a child with

elders, a union of two families. I didn’t have much affection for her, and your mother did not bear any children—not that I didn’t let her, she simply could

slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted to decades ago, as if in a moment he saw that graceful figure standing under the

was thinking. He clenched his fists by his side, his tone grave: "I’ll find

his body: "Are you wishing

"..."

lips were tightly pressed, and for a long time, he

of the country back then, or not allowing you to return now, I was doing it for your own good." Having said this, Old Master Jiang seemed to age instantly. He sighed deeply,

he stopped: "The girl who saved me and Ah Feng...she..." He didn’t turn to look at Old Master Jiang, and the rest of his sentence, although on the

door to the study opened and closed,