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The brush tip moves slowly across the rice paper, filling the air with the fragrance of ink.

Shen Qingyao leaned on Meng Jiangyu's shoulder, watching his profile as he carefully wrote his words, and seeing the generous dowry he wrote for her stroke by stroke. Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the rice paper, spreading a faint ink stain.

What moved her was never these priceless treasures, but rather Meng Jiangyu's deep-seated favoritism and respect.

He never let her suffer the slightest grievance, never let her feel inferior in this relationship. He gave her all his tenderness, all his affection, and all his dignity without reservation.

"Meng Jiangyu..." she choked up, calling his name, her voice as soft as a feather.

Meng Jiangyu put down his pen, reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his fingertips gently caressing her cheek, his tone incredibly tender: "Silly girl, why are you crying? You are the person I, Meng Jiangyu, am going to marry, and you deserve all of this."

He carefully folded the dowry list he had written and placed it in the brocade box, then held her hand tightly: "The betrothal gifts are the Meng family's way of showing their sincerity, and the dowry is my way of giving you confidence. From now on, no one will dare to say a bad word about you. Just be my Mrs. Meng and live a carefree life."

Shen Qingyao threw herself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, buried her face in his chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling a sense of peace and happiness.

She thought this was the ultimate tenderness and favoritism.

But to her surprise, Meng Jiangyu had prepared far more than that for her.

Meng Jiangyu gently pushed her away and took out an exquisitely bound document from the sofa drawer.

The cover of the document bears the five neatly written words: "Prenuptial Agreement".

Upon seeing these four words, Shen Qingyao paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. "What is this?"

Meng Jiangyu reached out and flipped open the agreement, handing the document to her: "This prenuptial agreement was drafted by me personally."

"The agreement clearly states that, apart from absolute control of the Meng Group, all assets under my name, Meng Jiangyu, will be jointly held with Ms. Shen Qingyao."

"Including but not limited to: all real estate around the world, stock options of listed companies, equity of unlisted companies, private bank deposits, various investment and wealth management products, all antiques, paintings and calligraphy, gold, silver and jade artifacts, jewelry, luxury cars and yachts, private jets and all other assets in private collections."

His voice was deep and firm, each word like a heavy pebble falling into Shen Qingyao's heart, stirring up ripples.

"According to professional assessments, the total value of the aforementioned assets exceeds 10 billion."

10 billion.

This number is enough to shock anyone.

Shen Qingyao stared blankly at the prenuptial agreement in front of her, at the densely packed list of assets, and at Meng Jiangyu's name signed without hesitation. She froze on the spot, her mind completely blank.

She never imagined that Meng Jiangyu would go this far.

He is the head of the Meng Group, the helmsman of a trillion-dollar empire. For him, wealth is the foundation of his business empire and the capital to make a living.

But he was willing to share all of his billions of assets, except for control of the group, with her without reservation.

Without any strings attached, without any scheming or suspicion, I simply gave her half of everything I had.

This isn't a prenuptial agreement; it's clearly a promise he made to her, a promise he gave her with everything he had.

He told her in the most straightforward and profound way that he loved her, trusted her, and was willing to entrust his entire fortune to her.

The sunlight outside the window grew warmer, casting a soft glow on the two of them.

On the Go board, black and white pieces intertwine, and once a move is made, there's no going back. Just like their love, once it begins, they are destined to be together for life, never giving up.

Shen Qingyao's tears welled up again, this time with overwhelming emotion, joy, and the happiness of being cherished and pampered.

She looked at the man before her, this man who was cold and ruthless on the outside but incredibly gentle to her, and choked up, unable to utter a single word. She could only call his name over and over again: "Meng Jiangyu... Meng Jiangyu..."

Meng Jiangyu reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head. His voice was so gentle it could melt water, filled with an unprecedented solemnity and deep affection.

"Shen Qingyao, I'm giving you my whole world."

"Gold, silver, jade, real estate, shops, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, billions of assets—these are all external possessions. To me, the most precious thing has always been you."

"This betrothal gift, this dowry, this agreement—all are simply to tell you that I, Meng Jiangyu, will marry no one but Shen Qingyao in this life. For the rest of my life, through every meal, every season, every day, I will be by your side, protecting you and bringing you a lifetime of joy."

Shen Qingyao nodded vigorously in his arms, her tears soaking his pajamas, but unable to dampen the deep affection in his heart.

A gentle breeze, boundless love, year after year.

The chill of winter had not yet completely faded, but Yu Garden remained as warm as ever, and the couple began their wedding preparations.

Meng Jiangyu declined all unnecessary overseas trips and evening social engagements.

Jason arrived at Yu Garden with his wedding team, and Shen Qingyao and Meng Jiangyu discussed their initial ideas with them.

"Mr. Meng, Ms. Shen, when is our wedding date?"

"August 29th," Shen Qingyao replied.

This is an auspicious day calculated by Master Yuantong.

"What kind of wedding do you want? Can you give us some ideas?"

Shen Qingyao shared her thoughts, "I like dreamy designs, with a color scheme mainly consisting of pastel shades."

Meng Jiangyu looked at Shen Qingyao and said, "I don't have any particular thoughts. Everything will be based on Qingyao's preferences."

"Mr. Meng, Ms. Shen, these are seven sections: venue, style, process, floral arrangement, dessert, dress, and souvenirs. These are some of our previous project case studies, which you can take a look at."

Shen Qingyao took over the project case studies. Each page was accompanied by high-definition renderings, detailed illustrations, and text descriptions. The color schemes, style positioning, and ingenious details were all clearly presented. From overseas castles to Jiangnan gardens, from minimalist white wedding dresses to heavy-duty haute couture, from French floral arrangements to Chinese weddings, everything was included.

Shen Qingyao said softly, her tone gentle, "A traditional Chinese wedding..."

The wedding team understood immediately and set up all the equipment and materials on the long table in the living room. Projectors, brochures, color swatches, fabric samples, and flower samples were laid out one by one, and they patiently and meticulously explained the highlights and details of a Chinese wedding to Shen Qingyao.

Shen Qingyao sat on the soft sofa, with Meng Jiangyu by her side the whole time.

She listened attentively to the planner's explanation, her eyes crinkling slightly when she saw styles she liked, and she would turn her head to whisper to Meng Jiangyu when she encountered perplexing details, and Meng Jiangyu would listen patiently.

The wedding team visits Shen Qingyao weekly to report on the progress and continuously adjusts and optimizes the plan based on her feedback.

From the paper material and font style of the wedding invitations to the design and customization of the wedding dress and the arrangement of the event, Shen Qingyao personally participated in everything. Meng Jiangyu always stayed by her side, choosing wedding dress fabrics together, tasting wedding candies together, and confirming the guest list together.

After three months of revisions, the wedding plan was finally finalized.