“Prepare a dowry and send her away?”

Jiang Yichu could hardly wait!

Her mind kept drifting to the amount of the dowry. She couldn’t sleep peacefully all night, wondering how much it would be.

Jiang Yichu got up as soon as dawn broke. After packing up her things into the space, she waited for Jiang’s mother to come and deliver the dowry.

While waiting, she also estimated that since Jiang Zhiyuan still relied on the Liang family’s connections, the dowry would likely be quite substantial.

After applying the Lingquan water for three days, Jiang Yichu’s complexion had visibly improved, and most of the yellowish tint had faded.

From down the corridor, the sound of a bedroom door opening could be heard.

Jiang’s mother went to Jiang Sirou’s room first.

“Is this small matter really worth crying over like this?”

Jiang’s mother’s voice was filled with both anger and pity.

“It’s just a godmother, what’s the big deal?”

“I’m your biological mother, and Captain Liang will be your future father-in-law. How can a godmother compare?”

“Besides, Wen Xinyue doesn’t necessarily like Jiang Yichu.”

“She’s just following Old Liang’s wishes. She had no choice but to pick someone easy to control, someone who hasn’t seen much of the world.”

In the end, this conversation managed to calm Jiang Sirou down.

She stopped sniffling.

It made sense, after all. People’s characters don’t change.

Mrs. Liang was so harsh in the past life, how could she possibly have any affection for Jiang Yichu, that country bumpkin?

Jiang Sirou wiped her tears, “But Mom, what about my job?”

“Keep working at the publishing house for now. Once you settle down in the Ying family, I’ll talk to your father-in-law.”

“Okay.”

At the moment, there was no other option, so Jiang Siro agreed.

“Then when you prepare the dowry, can you give me a bit more?”

“You don’t even need to say it.”

Jiang’s mother chuckled at Jiang Siro’s naive request, “What do you want? I’ll take you out to buy it right now.”

The Jiang family had an underground vault.

They had accumulated generations of treasures—calligraphy, antiques, gold, and silver—but those couldn’t be put on display.

Jiang Sirou understood this principle too.

She wiped her tears, “Those things aren’t urgent.”

“Mom, I want the jade pendant that my sister has.”

Jiang’s mother was shocked. “What’s so special about a poor, country pendant she brought from the countryside?”

When Wen Xinyue complimented the pendant yesterday, Jiang’s mother had seen it.

It was average in quality, and the color wasn’t even green enough. She didn’t find it impressive.

Jiang’s mother said, “If you like the jade pendant, how about I go to the vault and find you a king’s green amulet? I’ll throw in a pair of bracelets too.”

No matter how good those things were, they couldn’t compare to the golden key!

Besides, the golden key originally belonged to her, and she had to take it back!

“I don’t want that.” Jiang Siro shook her head.

Jiang’s mother couldn’t understand it.

Jiang Sirou explained, “Aunt Liang paid attention to my sister because of that jade.”

“That jade might be some kind of treasure. I want a good omen.”

“Mom, if I ask my sister for it, she definitely won’t give it to me. Can you get it for me?”

Jiang’s mother hesitated but didn’t agree.

That brat had been defying her every day! Just looking at Jiang Yichu made her angry!

Now, she had to go and ask for the necklace?

She didn’t want to give Jiang Yichu that satisfaction.

But since Rou Rou had been wronged yesterday, and today she only made this small request, if she couldn’t fulfill it…

Ah, she didn’t want to disappoint her daughter.

“Fine. I’ll figure something out.”

Jiang Yichu had two large buns for breakfast, and didn’t leave any of the three oil sticks for Jiang Sirou and her mother.

The nanny hadn’t prepared breakfast for Jiang Yichu.

When the nanny saw Jiang Yichu reaching for the food, she subtly hinted.

“These oil sticks are limited. There are only three left today. How about you eat the buns, Chuchu? If you take two, it might be hard for the three of them to share.”

“Hard to share?”

Jiang Yichu didn’t understand.

She had originally planned to take only one, but now her fingers spread wide and grabbed all three, dipping them into her soy milk.

“Then don’t eat them, and it will be easier to share.”

The nanny, who couldn’t even control Jiang Yichu, didn’t dare say anything more.

After Jiang’s mother sat down, she quietly complained to her.

“Chuchu ate all the fried dough sticks.”

“Not even leaving one for the others? Jiang Yichu, do you have any…”

She kept repeating that one sentence. Jiang Yichu was getting tired of hearing it.

“Do I have any upbringing?” She answered her own question, “What upbringing does a country bumpkin like me need?”

“Besides…”

Jiang Yichu glared at the nanny. “It was Aunt who said the remaining two were hard to share, so I ate them all.”

“When did I say…”

Jiang Zhiyuan came downstairs and saw the family fighting early in the morning. He sat down with a dark face.

He slammed his water cup heavily onto the table.

The dining room fell silent instantly.

“Chuchu.”

Jiang Zhiyuan spoke, “We’ve been busy with the Liang family’s marriage matter, but now that Rou Rou’s wedding date is set, I think you should also get yours settled soon.”

“You said the other party is from Beijing, right? Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tonight?”

Jiang’s mother frowned, “We should go to a restaurant instead.”

She was obviously worried about being stuck with it.

Jiang Zhiyuan glared at Jiang’s mother. How much longer could they keep avoiding it? Moreover, the neighbors already knew that Jiang Yichu was married. Even if it weren’t for the Liang family, for the sake of face, they had to handle it properly.

“Let’s not have it today.”

What shocked everyone at the table was that Jiang Yichu was the one who refused first.

“He’s on a business trip and hasn’t come back yet.”

“A business trip?” Jiang Sirou didn’t believe it.

These days, regular workers didn’t go on business trips. Only leaders or those with special roles did.

How could a country bumpkin like Jiang Yichu possibly marry a leader?

She couldn’t even lie properly.

Jiang Sirou looked at Jiang’s mother with a pitying tone, “Brother-in-law isn’t in Beijing? That’s a real shame. I was hoping we could get married on the same day.”

“By the way, sis, what does brother-in-law do? If he’s on a business trip, he must have a really important position, right?”

“You’re really trying hard to sound concerned,” Jiang Yichu looked up at her.

Jiang Sirou’s eyes reddened, and she whispered, “…I’m just worried about you.”

“Do you need to act like you owe me something?”

Jiang’s mother threw her chopsticks in frustration, her disgust unmistakable.

“Jiang Yichu.”

“Do you have to talk to me with such sharp words?”

Jiang Yichu bit into a soup dumpling, blowing it a couple of times before sucking out the juice inside.

“First come, first served.”

Jiang’s mother was choked by the comment, her face turning ugly, her chest heaving. She swallowed hard.

“Fine, if you and Rou Rou don’t get along, I won’t interfere.”

“But I won’t tolerate lies. No matter how many bad habits you had before, our Jiang family will never allow bragging and lying!”