Chapter 609: An Astronomical Bride Price—I’m Backed by My Own Strength

Chapter 607: Chapter 609: A Sky-High Betrothal Gift—I'm Relying on My Strength

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong at Me, Jiang Muye

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While Leng Ruoli was worried sick, it was Jiang Muye who held her hand firmly.

Leng Ruoli was still very worried.

Jiang Muye, however, was full of confidence.

He could afford any betrothal gift, no matter how much. He wasn't afraid at all.

"We aren't marrying off a daughter here, and we don't lack that bit of money. A hundred thousand for the betrothal gift is enough," Xiang Shan said, looking at Father Jiang. "As long as you treat my daughter well, that's all that matters."

It wasn't just Father Jiang—even Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli were stunned.

They had assumed that Xiang Shan would surely demand the sky and the earth at a time like this, and ask for a hefty sum of money, but completely beyond their expectations, she was asking for such a tiny amount!

Was this really the same sharp-tongued, snobbish Xiang Shan from before?

"That little?" Mother Jiang was astonished.

"We don't lack money, so long as my daughter is happy. But if my daughter is ever bullied, then we'll demand double, and take back every advantage you gained," Father Leng said seriously.

Jiang Muye cut Father Leng off and said to him, "Don't worry, I won't let her down. I'll be with her properly, and treat her properly. Of course, the hundred thousand betrothal gift you mentioned really is too little."

Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli, and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly. "I won't shortchange her."

"Then how much do you say?" Xiang Shan asked.

The corner of Jiang Muye's mouth curved into an arc. "Fifteen percent of the shares of my Jiang Enterprises, as a gift to Ruoli, plus a betrothal gift of a hundred million, along with three houses and four cars."

Father Leng was astonished. "Really? If you give her the shares, you might not be the largest shareholder of the Jiang Corporation anymore!"

"Right, this is way too much, and a hundred million for the betrothal gift—what would I do with that much money!" Leng Ruoli shook her head, unwilling. "Your Jiang Group is your heart and soul, it has nothing to do with me. This is your premarital property."

"If I give it to you, it becomes our joint post-marital property." Jiang Muye's eyes were extremely gentle. "I didn't think that much about it, and I trust you won't betray me. This is my trust in you, and besides, I feel at ease with Darling managing the money."

Leng Ruoli's eyes reddened a little. "You're too silly."

Many wealthy marriages were held with great fanfare, when in reality both husband and wife held their own calculations. After all, with vast fortunes at stake, disputes came especially easily.

Some couples even transferred assets before marriage, or signed prenuptial agreements, just to avoid any mishap, so that after a divorce the assets couldn't be swept away.

But Jiang Muye held not a single calculation toward her.

Xiang Shan was somewhat astonished after hearing it too. She had never imagined that Jiang Muye would be so decisive.

If Jiang Muye really gave all that as he said, it was absolutely no small sum.

After all, the Jiang Corporation was developing extremely well now. Though it couldn't compare to the Chen Group that Jiang Muye had inherited, its turnover was relatively high, and the dividends were quite substantial.

Originally, Xiang Shan had wanted Leng Ruoli to do a property notarization, to prevent the premarital property from being taken by Jiang Muye, but now it seemed her own vision had been too narrow.

Look—Jiang Muye, the gentleman, was open and aboveboard.

He didn't fuss over the small things at all.

No wonder she had taken a liking to Jiang Muye at first sight back then.

Her own daughter had also fallen hopelessly in love with Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye really did have many merits—most importantly, he truly loved her daughter, and had no ulterior motives.

Xiang Shan nodded at Jiang Muye. "I suppose you've put your heart into it. I finally understand why my daughter insists on marrying you."

The former Xiang Shan had still been unwilling at heart, feeling that her daughter marrying Jiang Muye was a flower stuck in a pile of cow dung.

But now she felt that their family was clearly the one profiting.

Her daughter was profiting enormously!

Jiang Muye was rich, handsome, cultured, patient, and he loved her.

Whose young man could have half his merits? Other rich second-generations either ate, drank, and played all day, or liked to chase women—terribly fickle.

A devoted, single-hearted boy like Jiang Muye was truly too rare.

At least for now, she would be hard-pressed to find another like Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye was somewhat flattered. "It's nothing much."

He hadn't imagined he would earn Xiang Shan's approval either.

"If that's the case, then it's decided." Father Jiang and Mother Jiang still approved.

Though the betrothal gift was considerable, they knew Leng Ruoli was entirely worth that price—they were actually giving too little.

For a beautiful, wealthy girl to marry out, shouldn't they treat her a bit better?

"Since you're all so determined, then our family should express itself properly too." Father Leng spoke earnestly to Jiang Muye. "The dowry will return fifty million, along with one of my luxury yachts, a Rolls-Royce sedan, and an eighty-million mansion with a garden at Waterside."

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were greatly shocked upon hearing it.

An expensive betrothal gift was normal, but they had never seen such a lavish dowry.

"No need, it's truly too much. You're marrying off a daughter—it's like water poured out. How could we have the nerve to take so much." Father Jiang shook his head.

Even Jiang Muye felt it was somewhat excessive. "No need, really—being willing to marry your daughter over is enough."

"The dowry is for her, so she can live well too. We're about to become one family, so don't divide yours and mine." Father Leng said seriously to Jiang Muye, "I have only one requirement—as long as you treat my daughter well, that's enough."

Leng Ruoli held Jiang Muye's hand, smiling faintly. "Right, as long as you treat me well, that's enough. From now on, this is all our joint property."

"Alright, all of it's left to you."

Jiang Muye hadn't planned on taking any of it—he could earn money anyway.

Even if he accepted, he would just let Leng Ruoli hold it.

Leng Ruoli didn't decline either, but she was clear that whether betrothal gift or dowry, she would use it all to run a little household.

"The hotel's decided now—the five-star Lanting Hotel. The scenery there is nice, and it's by the sea. This is the hotel's proposal for several banquet menus, so take a look and see if any are better?" Father Leng said to Father Jiang and Mother Jiang.

Father Jiang patted his thigh. "Good, I think Lanting is good too. It's just that every time there are too many people and you can't reserve it. In-laws really do have a way."

"After all, it's for one's own daughter's engagement banquet, so of course it must be taken seriously." Father Leng was very attentive to the engagement banquet.

If it was to be held, it had to be held grandly, ideally without a single problem.

"Just looking at these dish names and pictures, we won't know how it tastes. Better to go taste the dishes first," Jiang Muye suggested.

He had gotten dazzled just looking at the dish names.

The moment Leng Ruoli heard about tasting dishes, her eyes lit up. "Good, let's go taste the dishes!"

"The moment food is mentioned, your eyes light up—little glutton." Jiang Muye ruffled Leng Ruoli's hair.

Leng Ruoli leaned against Jiang Muye's shoulder and acted spoiled. "My tummy's a bit hungry right now."

"Good, good, good, let's go eat."

A pregnant woman really did get hungry very easily.

What was he supposed to do? Of course, he had to cater to Darling.

Everyone hit it off, so they decided to go try the dishes at the Lanting Hotel.

Only, they had completely never imagined that upon arriving, they would run into a problem.

"Sorry, there's no space right now—there's no way for us to offer you a tasting." The manager spoke apologetically to Father Leng.