Chris laughed helplessly when he heard it, and said, "Miss Sona doesn't seem to want to be restrained by the Sona family?"
Walan nodded and said, "I really don't want to, but I have no other option.
"Why?" Chris said earnestly: "I think your grandfather should have changed his mind after this critical moment of life and death, plus this time you found me and saved his life. If he is really grateful to you, you ask him for a free body, or a right to freely decide your future husband, I believe he should agree."
Walan smiled bitterly and shook her head, and said, "It's impossible. Even if Grandpa loves me and wants to agree, he dare not agree."
"Why?" Chris asked puzzledly: "Isn't your grandpa the head of the family? He controls everything in the Sona family, so what else is he afraid of?"
Walan said seriously: "The Sona family has developed many branches for so many years to date. The branches rely on rules to restrain each other so that everyone obeys the family precepts. Otherwise, if you break the rules, others will also Imitate, once your children marry freely, children from other families also hope to be able to love freely. In that case, the Sona family's losses will inevitably be very heavy. If everyone is so unruly, the Sona family may fail in Several decades."
Having said that, Walan said again: "The Sona family has been able to stand tall from the end of the Quiznosang Dynasty. It has grown up to where it is today. The main thing is that everyone abides by the family motto and does not cross the thunder pool for half a step. Even if the family is divided and there are many branches, Our various branches are also supervising each other, and no one is allowed to have anything harmful to the interests of the Sona family."
Chris sighed and said seriously: "I always thought that Miss Sona was a very powerful woman. I didn't expect you to be a sleeping beast. Everything must be at the mercy of others."
"Right!" Walan sighed very lowly, and said, "There is no way to fight this kind of thing."
Speaking of this, Walan shook her head, picked up the glass, and said, "Mr. Chris, let's not talk about these unhappy things. Come on, drink! I'll toast to you again!"
Chris smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and said: "This glass of wine, to respect for freedom!"
Walan was slightly startled.
Respect for freedom?
Where does my freedom come from?
Although she was very depressed, she still smiled forcefully, nodded, and said, "Come, let us respect freedom!"
After another glass of wine, Walan became drunker. She looked at Chris and said with a sigh: "Many times I would wish if rather be born in an ordinary family. In that case, my life might be a little more difficult, but there would be absolutely not so many constraints. What can my family bring to me, apart from such a high position and the inexhaustible wealth of my life, they've not given me any real happiness."
Chris smiled and said: "Many ordinary people are actually more envious of you, rich people who never have to worry about money. Isn't there a saying that they would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle? In your eyes, an ordinary family is very rare, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of ordinariness is precisely what they most want to get rid of. Everyone has sharpened their heads, isn't it just to make money?"
Walan looked at Chris and said seriously: "Mr. Chris, you are not trying to make money! You don't seem to care about the amount of money at all. Just like just now, a pill of 10 million, you can make as much as you like. 10 million, but you don't want to ask for it, don't you want to give it away, isn't this just looking at money like dirt?"
Chris smiled indifferently, thinking to himself, I regard money as dung because I am not short of money.
You didn't know me when I was short of money.
At the time, Aunt Mary was seriously ill. In order to make up for her medical expenses, I begged Mrs. Bromwick to borrow money at her birthday banquet.
I thought that if she believed in Buddhism, she would have the kind of Buddhist thought of saving one's life than building a seventh-level Buddha, and maybe she would lend me some money for Aunt Mary's treatment.
To be continued.....
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