The biological mother only favored her younger brother and was unwilling to give him even a single grain of rice.
He died of illness on a cold winter night.
But this life is different.
He is no longer naive, and no longer blindly fulfills his filial duties.
“Mom,” his voice turned colder, “just give me the ring, I don’t want the dowry, it’s all yours.”
Upon hearing the words "bride price," Zhu Xiuqin's heart skipped a beat, and her face twitched involuntarily. She quickly said, "Who wants your bride price! It's just a broken ring!"
She cursed as she got up and ran to the old cabinet in the corner, rummaging around for a while before finally pulling it out from a hidden compartment.
"I don't know where I picked this up from, who would have thought it could sell for a few dollars!"
She muttered something under her breath, then forcefully shoved it into Shen Cunpu's palm.
Here, take it, so you won't have to complain.
As she spoke, she tugged at her son's sleeve and sighed dramatically.
"Eldest son, you are the backbone of our family. Mom is getting old, so we need you to help support the family. Don't be like other people who forget their mothers after getting married."
Shen Cunpu didn't answer, but simply nodded, his gaze calmly fixed on the ring in his palm.
He will take things one step at a time as they unfold.
Shen Cunpu responded softly, holding the simple ring in his hand, and stood up to walk out the door.
Zhu Xiuqin pursed her lips slightly, said nothing more, and continued to count the banknotes in her hand one by one.
As he walked to the door, he gently pushed open the large red door covered with the character "囍" (double happiness).
Inside the house, Su Qingzhi was bending down, smelling the bunch of wildflowers he had brought back that afternoon.
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