"Old lady, did I really make a mistake?"
After leaving the hotel, Quan Tao had the butler drive to the cemetery where he sat in front of his late wife's grave, placing chrysanthemums and a few of her favorite pastries before the headstone.
"Old lady, our marriage was also arranged by our parents, and we have walked together for so many decades. Why is it that they can't make it work?"
Quan Tao's face was filled with desolation as he gently stroked the photo on the tombstone.
"Old lady, am I wrong? I did it all to make Quan Corporation even greater! When has marriage within wealthy families ever been about personal choice? Since they were born into a wealthy family, shouldn't they have this understanding?"
He poured sake in front of the grave, and in the end, filled a cup for himself, raised it towards the headstone, and said, "Old lady, join me for this drink!"
