Siheyuan: You Think My Bride Price Is Too Low? You'll Cry When I Make It Big

Huairu, could I marry you?”

“Get lost.”

Lu Ming was rejected. Ten yuan in bride price, one favor between them, and that was that. Qin Huairu turned around and married Jia Dongxu, while he became the poorest bachelor in the whole compound, raising two daughters on his own.

But no one knew he had a Sign-in System. After keeping his head down for six years, he finally leveled up.

A personal plot of land measuring six hundred square meters, where golden rice sprouted overnight.

Spring water from the mountains ripened his crops and made his skin fair and his features striking. He was so handsome that matchmakers practically broke down his door.

Bicycles, watches, meat coupons, grain coupons: the rewards kept coming.

While the children next door at the Jia home were so hungry they sneaked in to steal meat at night, the smell of meat drifted from his house every day. Qin Huairu stood at his door, her gaze growing more and more complicated.

“If only I’d married him back then...”

Too bad. It was too late.

Yan Bugui stole the meat Banggeng had thrown away, then spent the rest of the day throwing up and having diarrhea. His blind date was called off. Silly Zhu let the air out of his bike tires, but he didn’t even bat an eyelid.

She thought his bride price was too low? Now he rode his bike through the streets, turning heads everywhere he went.

Want to come back? He smiled and shut the door.

These days, once you’ve made it, who would go back to an old flame?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.