Wang Ziliang sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "I don't have that kind of ability. I borrowed 50,000 yuan from my boss for the down payment on the house, and now they want another 100,000 yuan for the bride price. I really have no choice."

Jiang Shuya suggested, "Can't we sit down and talk?" Wang Ziliang said, "The girl is my second brother's college classmate. The dowry money wasn't hers; it came from her family. They said our family is penniless and has no security. This money will still belong to my second brother's family in the future, and they want to bring it back with them after the wedding. Last year, they asked to buy a house because they didn't want to go to the countryside. Buying a house in the city is mainly because it's closer to her parents' home, so they can take care of each other. My second brother has always harbored resentment towards our mother and doesn't want to live with her in the future. If he could get support from his in-laws, I agreed without even thinking about it."

So he wasn't a live-in son-in-law after all!

Jiang Shuya was an experienced woman and knew the ins and outs of this place very well. It was understandable for parents to think of their daughter's best interests and ask the groom's family to pay the bride price in order to make their daughter more respectable. They wanted both money and reputation, so they had to find an excuse. Jiang Shuya thought, Wang Ziliang is a young man who doesn't understand the ins and outs of this place. Could it be that his mother is also unable to see through it?

It's clear he's someone who doesn't understand things.

"From what you're saying, since it's her parents who want it, she hasn't shown any interest at all. Doesn't she know your family is already at its lowest point?" Jiang Shuya asked again.

“My second brother talked to her a few times, and she suggested that we borrow the money first, then transfer it from one pocket to another, and she would be willing to pay it back later, but it would just be a formality,” Wang Ziliang said.

Jiang Shuya was speechless. When did formalism become more important than a lifetime of happiness?

She lifted her chin and clicked her tongue twice. "So you've come up with a way to actually help me borrow money."

Wang Ziliang shook his head and didn't say anything. Where could he borrow 100,000 yuan these days? And who would be willing to lend it to him? Nobody's money comes from thin air. Although the boss was a good person, he had just borrowed from him and hadn't paid him back yet. How could he have the nerve to borrow from him again?

He suddenly stood up, looking somewhat tired. He patted his clothes and said, "I guess we'll just have to postpone it a bit longer! We'll just have to take it one step at a time. Thank you for listening to me."

Jiang Shuya also stood up and smiled: "No need for thanks. I don't want to see you looking so gloomy tomorrow. There are many paths in this world. You can only see hope as you walk them, not the other way around. I hope you can still be as humorous and positive as before. I'll introduce you to a nice girl later."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziliang was pleasantly surprised: "Really? I heard you have a younger sister."

"Forget about my sister, she's already taken and getting married next year. I'll find someone else for you!"

Jiang Shuya smiled.

Wang Ziliang shamelessly said, "Okay, then my life's most important matter really depends on you! It would be best if I could find someone like you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuya's expression immediately changed, and she said loudly, "What's so great about me? Who would want me? If I found you someone better than me, don't you have any confidence in yourself?"

She truly looked down on herself. Thinking back to her past memories of how tender she was to Huang Minghao, how she always obeyed him, she couldn't earn any of his favor. Now, hearing from others about his various complaints and dissatisfactions with her, she wondered if she really was the biggest failure and the worst person.

As Wang Ziliang watched her leave, he slapped his forehead and said, "Did I say something wrong? She just got angry."

Yushan Apartment

Lin Moxiao had just returned home after a 48-hour flight. As he was opening the door with his suitcase, a middle-aged woman approached him with keys in her hand and said, "Mr. Lin, you're back!"

He looked up and asked, "Aunt Lan, is something the matter?"

The middle-aged woman's name was Zhou Lan. She cleaned the apartments twice a week for several regular residents, including Lin Moxiao's apartment, and naturally had a key to their apartment as well.

"Here's the thing, a few days ago when I was cleaning your house, a woman came to see you. She said you knew her and took a few things with her. I was worried, so I asked her name. She said her surname was Wang. Go in and see what's missing. I know what kind of work you do. I didn't call you, but I left her number. Please take a look."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper with a phone number written on it and handed it to him.

Lin Moxiao took the number and saw it was Wang Yingying's number. She had come before, probably to pick up something she hadn't taken last time.

After he entered, he asked Aunt Lan to come in as well. The room was spotless. He asked Aunt Lan to sit down and wait a moment while he went to the master bedroom. The room was tidy and there were no signs of disturbance. He walked to the walk-in closet, where the clothes he had bought for her before were still hanging. He called Aunt Lan over and said, "Aunt Lan, please help me take down all the women's clothes from the walk-in closet, pack them up, and send them to a place. I will pay you for it."

Aunt Lan heard this and went over to tidy up politely.

Although they had been together for several months, Lin Moxiao didn't accept living with her long-term, and they mostly stayed in hotels, but occasionally they would stay here. Every time he bought something for her, she insisted on bringing it here, claiming that this would be her home in the future. He didn't take it to heart. Thinking that the women's skincare products in the bathroom were also hers, he found a box and packed them up as well. After seeing that Aunt Lan had tidied up all the clothes in the dressing room, he asked her to pack up the shoes as well. After checking them, he found that the most expensive items had already been taken by her, which were nothing more than bags and jewelry. Seeing that he had almost finished packing, he said, "Aunt Lan, I'll give you an address. Please deliver it to her."

After saying that, he went to his study, and a moment later brought out a piece of paper with an address and phone number written on it. He handed it to Aunt Lan and said, "You can show this to the driver. He can find it. This is your money."

I took another two hundred yuan and gave it to her.

Aunt Lan waved her hand and said, "I don't need the money. Just consider it as me helping you out!"

"Take it! A taxi will cost money, keep the rest."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the study, ignoring him completely.

Aunt Lan has worked here for several years, although she has only been his part-time cleaner for a little over a year. She knows his personality somewhat well; he is not talkative, polite, a bit aloof, and doesn't like to be disturbed. She has never heard him mention his family. Sometimes she is very curious about what kind of parents could raise such an outstanding child. She asked him about it last year after the New Year, and he only replied, "Sorry, I don't want to answer that question."

Aunt Lan finally managed to find the place, carrying two bags of things, in an old residential area in Baixia District. The address was on the sixth floor, and there was no elevator. She was panting heavily as she climbed up. She found apartment 603 and knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time. Just as she was about to go back, she heard footsteps inside. A woman with gauze on her face impatiently opened the door and poked her head out: "Who is it! Who are you looking for!"