At the third wedding anniversary banquet, I stood in the banquet hall of Tiansheng Hotel. My suit was rented, my leather shoes were second-hand goods from three years ago, and the only valuable watch was a birthday gift from Qingyun. It cost 2,300 yuan. My hands always felt hot when I wore them.
"Shen Moyan, come here and propose a toast."
Father-in-law Lin Hang's voice came from the main table without any warmth. I walked over with the wine glass in hand. Everyone at the party was looking at me, and those eyes were like knives piercing my body. Three years later, I still can't get used to this kind of gaze, as if I was looking at a monkey that strayed into a human banquet.
"Dad, I respect you." I bent down and raised the wine glass three inches lower than his.
Lin Hang didn't touch the wine glass at all, but took out a check from his arms and threw it lightly on the table. The red wine glass was poured, and the red wine spread and slowly soaked into the numbers on the check. One hundred million, followed by seven zeros.
