Chapter 55: At Your Disposal

"I told you before, but you didn't believe me," his rough palm caressed my forehead. I pulled his hand down, observing the calluses on his palms, some fresh and still blistered: "How did you get these?"

"I pried open the iron window of the toolshed."

I looked at him, unable to imagine Sang Qi, who was so imposing outside that the mere mention of his name would strike fear into others, could actually be locked in a tool room by his own family?

Seeing my confusion, he smiled faintly, "In our Sang Family, we descendants who seem to be born with a silver spoon, enjoy the glory and wealth our lineage provides. In return, we must sacrifice what should be sacrificed. To them, it simply means marrying a woman I do not love. Everyone in the Sang Family, including my father and uncle, my brothers and sisters, live this way. But I refuse."