Chapter 2: Reclaiming the Family Heirloom! Money is Needed!

"Dad, you're so kind." Thinking this, Cen Yan put the money away and gave Shan Jianshe a forced smile and a compliment.

Dan Jianshe breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had a strange feeling in his heart. Although Cen Yan was just as willful and capricious in the past, she was still under his control. But today's Cen Yan gave him the feeling of being led by the nose.

“Since you know Dad is good, then listen to me and go downstairs to meet Zhiwei. If you like each other, then pack your things and go back to the countryside with him. Yanyan, you are Dad’s precious daughter, Dad will never hurt you.” As he spoke, Shan Jianshe reached out to pull Cen Yan, as if trying to regain control.

Cen Yan subtly dodged Shan Jianshe's outstretched hand, pouting as she said, "Dad, what's the rush! I'll definitely get married as soon as possible to avoid the reckoning, but before that, shouldn't we talk about the dowry?"

When Shan Jianshe heard her talk about her dowry, he unconsciously straightened his back.

“If you go to the countryside to avoid trouble, bringing too many things will inevitably attract attention! Besides, Dad has already planned it all out. Once things calm down, he will have you divorce Zhiwei and bring you to live a comfortable life with him. You don’t need to bring a dowry.”

“Yes! There’s too much stuff, it’s hard to walk, and it’s inconvenient to bring it back. Let’s go empty-handed.” Hu Li’er was afraid that Cen Yan would extort money from her, so she quickly agreed with Shan Jianshe.

The abacus beads flew right into her face!

Cen Yan laughed and said, "Dad, Aunt Hu, the way you're talking doesn't sound like you're marrying off your daughter, but rather like you're kicking me out. Could it be that your original plan was to get rid of me?"

Dan Jianshe was taken aback. "What nonsense are you talking about! How could Dad possibly kick you out of the house? You're the apple of my eye!"

Cen Yan pressed her advantage: "Then you should give me a dowry! But Aunt Hu is right, it's really inconvenient to carry too much stuff around. So, Dad, you can convert all the dowry into cash and let me take it with me. That way, I can just buy whatever I need."

“I don’t want more. I have a general idea of ​​how much wealth my family has: 20,000 yuan in cash, plus some grain coupons, meat coupons, industrial coupons, and daily necessities coupons. In addition, my mother left me a blood jade bracelet before she passed away. She said that it was passed down to her by her grandmother when she married into the family. Now that I’m getting married, I can take this as part of my dowry. Is that alright?”

Cen Yan stared at Shan Jianshe's face, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Before Shan Jianshe could speak, Hu Li'er instinctively covered her wrist and pulled her sleeve down.

Noticing Hu Lier's subtle movements, Cen Yan stepped forward and pulled up her sleeve.

“Aunt Hu! This is my mother’s thing. What’s the point of you wearing it? This is a blood jade bracelet, my grandmother’s family heirloom. If it gets chipped or broken, we couldn’t afford to pay for it even if we sold you.”

As she spoke, Cen Yan casually took off her wrist and put it on, revealing a blood jade bracelet on her hand. Its bright red color made her fair wrist appear even whiter.

Hu Li'er became anxious, "These are my things! Give them back to me!"

"your?"

Cen Yan sneered inwardly and looked at Shan Jianshe, "Dad, I only lent this bracelet to Aunt Hu to wear for a few days. How did it become hers? Did you say that?"

"Husband!" Hu Li'er was furious. Shan Jianshe had promised that the bracelet was part of her betrothal gift, so how could she take it back?

At this point, Shan Jianshe was already seething with anger and only wanted to finalize Cen Yan's marriage as soon as possible.

"Enough! This is shameful! Yanyan is my precious daughter. What's a little something for her as a dowry?"

Hu Lier was scolded and felt extremely wronged, but she understood what Shan Jianshe meant.

Hu Zhiwei is her nephew from her maternal family. Once Cen Yan marries into the Hu family, won't she be a sitting duck?

At that time, not only will the bracelet be in her hands, but Cen Yan's life will also be in her hands.

"Yanyan, forget about the bracelet and the vouchers, but 20,000 yuan is too much. How about this, Dad will give you 2,000 yuan first, okay? You go downstairs and meet Zhiwei, and go home with him."

Cen Yan interrupted Shan Jianshe's earnest advice, acting like a spoiled young lady.

"Fine? No way! Dad, you're only giving me two thousand yuan as a dowry? Do you want me to starve in the countryside?"

"Is the milk I use for bathing free? Is the soap free?"

"If I go to a poor in-law's house, and the house is dilapidated, I'll have to spend money to repair it, right? And I'll have to spend money to buy furniture and pots and pans, right?"

"The roads in the countryside are terrible, so I need a bicycle. Oh, and I also need to buy a TV and a radio; I need to listen to English channels every day!"

"I was planning to stay for a month or two before getting a divorce and coming back, so I didn't ask you for much. Sewing machine, watch, refrigerator—all of those things cost money, right?"

Cen Yan got more and more excited as she talked.

"No, no, 20,000 is not enough, Dad. You should give me more money, otherwise I don't want to marry into the countryside and suffer."

"Stop! Twenty thousand! Just twenty thousand! Li'er, go get the money for Yan Yan!"

Dan Jianshe was so angry that his eyes turned red. "Now you can come downstairs with me and meet Zhiwei, right?"

Cen Yan knew that everything should be done in moderation; you can't fleece someone completely at once, or they won't grow back.

She got up contentedly, suppressing her resentment as she took Shan Jianshe's hand.

"Dad is the best. Let's go downstairs, but I'm warning you beforehand: if the marriage partner you find for me is an ugly monster, I won't accept it."

Dan Jianshe gritted his teeth until his mouth hurt, but he still had to force a smile for Cen Yan.

"Don't worry about that. Although the marriage is urgent, it's been carefully selected by Dad, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"That's good." Cen Yan said with a smile as she followed Shan Jianshe downstairs.

It's time to meet that bastard who tormented her to death in her past life. This time, she'll make him come in sideways and leave upright!