You Want to Raise the Bride Price at the Last Minute? Then I'm Not Marrying You!

At the wedding pickup, Shen Lang’s fiancée demanded that he come up with another 500,000 yuan in betrothal gifts, saying they needed to reach 880,000 for good luck. Shen Lang was baffled. They had agreed on 380,000, already the most he could afford at this point in his life. “Xiaoxue, you’re joking with me, right?” Shen Lang didn’t want to believe it was true. His fiancée had to be teasing him. Li Xue looked troubled. The last-minute demand for more betrothal money hadn’t been her idea, but once you said something, you couldn’t take it back. She had already said it, so she couldn’t just retract it. “After five years together, are we really going to part on bad terms over the betrothal money?” “The wedding hotel is already booked, and my relatives have arrived. Your relatives are here too, aren’t they?” “You should know better than I do whether it’s right to ask for more money at the last minute. But I don’t want to argue about right and wrong today. I just hope our wedding can go ahead as planned.” After five years together, it was impossible to say they had no feelings for each other. Li Xue was already thinking about leaving with Shen Lang, as long as he didn’t have to pay more at the last minute. But just then, a boy who still looked like a child walked into the bridal suite. He lifted his chin and looked down at Shen Lang with open contempt. “You’re not taking my sister anywhere without 880,000 yuan in betrothal money!”