Wearing over thirty jin of gold on the body, it would be strange if it were not heavy.
Xiaoran's weight was only 115 jin.
"Sister-in-law, does your friend have a boyfriend? If she comes later, introduce her to us brothers," one of them said.
These brotherhood fellows envied their own buddy for marrying a wife with a worth of tens of millions.
Xiaoran's family wasn't wealthy; both her parents were employees, and her dowry didn't exceed a hundred thousand yuan.
Now, in a turn of events, she was adorned with gold jewelry worth over ten million yuan.
If she sold some, she could buy a bigger house or a car with one or two million yuan.
That way, men could spare themselves the struggle of two or three decades.
"She has a boyfriend, you guys don't stand a chance," Xiaoran thought of the identity of the woman beside Lin Zhenghui as she spoke.
"What kind of business does your friend do? She must be incredibly wealthy!"
