"Qinghe, take these ten taels of silver as your dowry, and also the ten taels of betrothal gifts from the Qiao family—bring them together as your dowry. Although your brother isn't much capable, he certainly can't let others look down upon you when you're getting married."
Li Cheng stuffed the ten taels of silver into Qinghe's hands.
Qinghe looked at him dumbfounded, her eyes immediately reddening, "Brother, how much savings do we have in total? You give me so much, what will you do in the future? You need to get married too!"
Li Cheng turned his head away, "Don't worry about that; I will still make money in the future, you just take it."
"No way! I can only take five taels. As for the betrothal gifts from the Qiao family, you keep them. It's unheard of to pay to marry off a daughter," Qinghe knew Li Cheng loved her, but he still had to live.
