
Pearls Are Not Exchanged for Gold Cages
About This Novel
In 1925, I stepped off the cruise ship carrying a new Paris suitcase. The driver sent by his father held up a "Song Mansion" pick-up sign. I lowered the brim of my hat and slipped into the rickshaw through the side door. That night, the pawn shop had an extra string of ancestral pearl necklaces. The father was furious: "In order to escape from marriage, you even gave up your ancestors?" I pointed at the headline "Women's Self-Reliance" in the newspaper and smiled: "The value of the Song family does not need to be proven by marriage." Three months later, my architecture office opened on the Bund. The night the glass door was smashed, I was staying up late drawing. An ultimatum from his father was slipped into the crack of the door: "Go home and get married, or be kicked out forever." Neon signs light up above my head-- The four words "Zhiwan Design" pierced the night on the beach in Shanghai.
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