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Qin Yuzheng nodded towards the door, and Qin Yushang stood up, walked to the door, and took a gift list and a tablet computer from the assistant who followed him in.

Qin Yushang cleared his throat and began to read out the list.

"The dowry includes: a shop in the city center, about 120 square meters; a fully furnished apartment, ready to move in; a car; and a set of jewelry, including a jade bracelet, a diamond necklace, and a number of gold ornaments."

He paused for a moment, then added, "All the formalities have been completed, and it can be delivered at any time. In addition, I've also added a few things for my sister-in-law as a token of my appreciation."

The Yang family members beamed with joy. Wow, what a windfall! They were born with a life of wealth and privilege. With all these things, life would be wonderful.

Yang's mother clenched and unclenched her hands on her knees, then relaxed and clenched again. Li Fengxia and Yang Yaohua exchanged a glance, the message conveyed in their eyes being that the hard times were over and good days were coming.

Mr. Yang picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, cleared his throat, and said, "Mr. Qin, you're too kind. It's truly a blessing for Yan Yan to have found someone like you."

Qin Yuzheng nodded slightly, then said in his usual gentle and formal tone, "This is my sincere intention to marry Yan Yan. Your parents love Yan Yan so much, I'm sure they've prepared a substantial dowry, haven't they?"

His tone was steady, neither hurried nor slow, and the ending of each word was perfectly timed.

Mrs. Yang's smile froze for half a second, then quickly returned to normal. "Oh dear, Mr. Qin, you've seen our family's situation,"

She pointed to the walls and ceiling of the living room.

"The conditions were quite difficult. But we've always loved Yan Yan dearly since she was little, and we've truly raised her like a treasure."

Qin Yuzheng's gaze swept across the faces of the Yang family members, his tone sincere.

"Love isn't just something you say. If I said I loved Yan Yan but didn't give her a single penny, would you believe me, Auntie?"

Li Fengxia spoke first, "Of course, a solid material foundation is an expression of love for someone. What's the use of just saying it?"

She was afraid someone would believe it, so Qin Yuzheng took everything back.

The smile on Yang's mother's face began to freeze. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance at the unopened gift boxes by the door, and then looked at Li Fengxia, as if asking, "Why did you respond to that?"

Qin Yuzheng nodded.

"Your sister-in-law is right. Aren't you going to do something for her?"

Li Fengxia's expression changed slightly. She glanced at Yang Yaohua, then at Yang's mother, as if trying to convey some message through her eyes.

She knew that you can't catch a wolf without risking your own child. The dowry before her was tangible and visible.

If she didn't blew some money now, wouldn't things that were already in her hands change? So Li Fengxia gritted her teeth.

"Our family is indeed facing difficulties, how about this,"

She cleared her throat. "We're giving all of our family's savings to Yan Yan as her dowry. It's just a small token of our appreciation."

Qin Yuzheng glanced at Qin Yushang, and Qin Yushang nodded slightly.

Qin Yuzheng turned to Li Fengxia, his tone gentle and sincere. "That's wonderful. Yan Yan is so lucky to have brothers and sisters-in-law like you. How many are there?"

Yang Yaohua hesitated, his gaze sweeping around the living room as they exchanged glances to determine the appropriate amount. "Twenty thousand. That's all the savings we have."

The living room fell silent for a moment; you could hear a pin drop.

Yang's mother lowered her head, Li Fengxia's gaze was fixed on the fruit plate on the coffee table, Yang's father coughed, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Then he chimed in, saying that their family was really struggling financially and could only afford so much. Although the money wasn't much, their love for Yan Yan couldn't be measured in money.

It seems the Yang family unanimously agreed on this figure.

Qin Yuzheng spoke again, "It is indeed a bit too little."

"However, we can't refuse your kind offer. You see, I've already brought the betrothal gifts, shouldn't you also contribute your dowries?"

His gaze fell on the boxes on the coffee table. Li Fengxia clenched her hands tightly on her knees. She was truly heartbroken over the 20,000 yuan.

But she glanced at the unopened gift boxes by the door, and at the houses, shops, and cars.

She stood up hesitantly and went into the bedroom. When she came out, she was clutching a bankbook in her hand, which she handed over, her fingers gripping the edge of the bankbook tightly.

Yang's mother took it, opened it, glanced at it, then closed it and pushed it to the center of the coffee table.

"This is 20,000, all our possessions."

Qin Yuzheng picked up the passbook, opened it, glanced at it, closed it, and placed it beside him.

"Oh, thank you so much. Yan Yan will be very touched by your love for her."

His voice was gentle. Yang Zhiyan sat next to him, and she seemed to know what Qin Yuzheng was up to.

Mrs. Yang said, "Mr. Qin, please stay for dinner. I'll make it right away."

Qin Yuzheng stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket. "Maybe next time. Yan Yan and I have some things to do."

He reached out and took Yang Zhiyan's hand. She stood up and stood beside him.

Qin Yushang made a gesture, and several people began to move things. They carried away all the high-end tonics, jewelry, and gift boxes of various sizes.

They moved swiftly. Yang's mother was stunned. "Oh, these—...aren't these the bride price?"

Qin Yushang stood at the door and glanced back.

"These are betrothal gifts for my sister-in-law, so naturally they should be taken to her residence."

Yang Yaohua stood up, wanting to stop him, but his hand had only just been raised.

Qin Yushang sneered, "Mr. Yang, you don't want to lose your job, do you?"

Yang Yaohua's hand froze in mid-air. Qin Yushang continued,

"This 20,000 yuan is just a drop in the ocean of what you've squeezed from my sister-in-law. We're here today to avenge her. We don't care about the 20,000 yuan. But if you cause any more trouble..."

He turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Then I'm sorry. Not only will you lose your job, but this house..."

He pointed to the ceiling, "I'll make sure you don't have it either. After all, I heard my sister-in-law contributed 100,000 yuan for the down payment on this house back then. If you want to fight for it..."

He smiled slightly. "My legal team can also help her win it back."

Yang's mother's face turned deathly pale. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

Li Fengxia stood there, looking in the direction of the door. The bankbook on the coffee table was gone, and the gift boxes she had just received were being moved away.

The sound of a car engine starting came from outside the door, followed by the sound of a car door closing, then another sound, and then the engine sound faded into the distance.

Yang's mother slowly sat down on the sofa, placing her hands on her knees and clenching her fists.

No one spoke. On the living room floor, the carpet was wrinkled, with a few blurry shoe prints visible in the sunlight.

Qin Yuzheng drove the car out of the community gate. The shadow of the old locust tree by the roadside slid past the car. When Qin Yuzheng was waiting at a red light, he reached out and held Yang Zhiyan's hand, which was resting on her knee. The back of her hand was icy cold.

"How was it? Did you feel better?" he asked.

Yang Zhiyan turned her head and looked at him.