"The bride price is one Yuan, and there's a condition. After we're married, if we divorce, the house must go to me. I don't mean anything by it; I'm just afraid you might leave me someday. But don't worry, my dear. As long as you don't divorce me, the house will still be ours."
Hearing this, it wasn't just Luu Wenlin who was stunned. Even Xia Liang wanted to punch these two shameless women in the head. How can such shameless people exist in this world?
That house was bought by Luu Wenlin alone. From the down payment to the monthly mortgage, Zheng Jin had never contributed a single cent. Now, she had the audacity to demand he sign such a prenuptial agreement without a shred of shame.
One either erupts in silence or perishes in it. Xia Liang quickly composed herself and looked at Luu Wenlin. Disappointment was written all over his face, but Zheng Jin looked like she still had more to say.
"Continue," he said, his voice flat.
