Feeling Aggrieved

Qiao Dongliang laughed self-deprecatingly. The capital was really a gold mine. Even though a niche was just a square box of less than a square meter of space, the prices were still horribly expensive. While he was still working, he would have had to spend an entire year's worth of salary just to purchase this small square meter of space. But even after spending such a huge sum of money, there was no guarantee that he would be able to get the space ready in time.

Qiao Dongliang did not wish for Qiao Zijin to have no resting place even after her death. He would have hated it if he had to carry Qiao Zijin's ashes and travel thousands of miles back to Ping Cheng just to find somewhere to lay Qiao Zijin to rest. "Your sister had envied the bustle of the capital her whole life. People say that you should return to your roots, but I know your sister would have wanted to stay in the capital. I have no choice but to ask you to waste this sum of money."