"Then you promise me, kid, not to give anyone the cold shoulder during the meal. We're all family, we ought to get along warmly at least occasionally!"
"I'll try my best…"
But when everyone at the dinner table had finished wishing him a happy birthday, Lan Qingtang served him a helping of vegetables with her chopsticks and brought up the matter of his mother's dowry. Li Yanchen felt as if he had swallowed a fly, and it nauseated him.
The family harmony Grandfather wanted…it really was so hard for him to achieve.
Yet, he forcefully kept his composure.
"Second Aunt, are you still trying to persuade me, unwilling to return my mother's dowry?"
Lan Qingtang replied with a bitter smile, "Yanchen…the thing is, it's not like that. If the fiancée you've chosen pleases everyone and I also like her, of course, I would be happy to hand over the dowry to her to manage, and even give it to her as part of her trousseau...
But, does that little girl deserve the dowry?
