"Wasn't it just the day before yesterday, when I came to your house, you agreed?" Xu Qinghu lied through her teeth, eyes wide open, painting a convincing picture: "Second sister-in-law, you didn't really want to at first, but the Yue Family offered five hundred yuan as betrothal money, plus those three spinning, one ringing and thirty-six legs, that's what made you agree!"
What!
Five hundred yuan as bride price?
Three spinning, one ringing?
And thirty-six legs?
Good heavens.
In the whole Shuangzhu Village, nobody's ever married off their daughter with that much dowry.
The Yue Family, I heard, runs a brick factory—they've got money.
All at once, those who were standing on Ji Ying's side began to waver.
Who really knows what the truth is?
The Yue Family's gift—who's to say, maybe they'll really come through?
