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Jinzhou Hotel.

"Jiang Li, my mom says 500,000 for the dowry is too little. We need another 500,000, or we’re not getting married today."

Jiang Li, sitting in the dressing room in her wedding gown, immediately ripped off her veil upon hearing this. "Another 500,000 on top of the first? Are you people ever going to stop?!"

The Jiang Family only had one daughter, so her family had paid for the house and the car. The Zhao family only contributed money for the renovations.

As for the betrothal gift, it was a mere 11,000.

They said it symbolized "one in ten thousand" and was a good omen.

Jiang Li had tolerated all of it. She couldn’t do anything about it—after all, Zhao Sinian was her savior.

But now they were demanding another 500,000. This was simply going too far!

She took a deep breath, her hand gripping the back of the chair tightly as she forced herself to calm down. Looking at Zhao Sinian with a cold expression, she issued an ultimatum. "If you don’t want to go through with this wedding, plenty of other people do."

So what if he was her savior? Over the past five years, she had spent an innumerable amount of money on the Zhao Family. By her calculations, she had long since repaid that debt.

If they dared to pull a stunt like this on her wedding day, they couldn’t blame her for being merciless.

Zhao Sinian wanted to just let it go, but remembering his mother’s instructions, he averted his gaze and maintained a firm attitude. "One million for the dowry. Not a single cent less."

The bridesmaid, Zhong Mufeng, couldn’t help but retort, "Your family has really broadened my horizons. I’ve only heard of the betrothal gift price going up, never the dowry. What, are you planning to drop dead after today or something?"

Jiang Li’s anger flared up in an instant. Without hesitation, she slapped Zhao Sinian across the face. "Get out!"

Zhao Sinian clutched his face, staring at Jiang Li in disbelief.

In his memory, Jiang Li had always been a well-read and dignified lady from a good family.

He clenched his jaw, tore the boutonnière from his chest, and spat out a threat, "Jiang Li, don’t you regret this!"

Zhong Mufeng snorted. "Right back at you."

As Zhao Sinian slammed the door on his way out, a synthetic voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Li’s mind.

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Zhong Mufeng looked at Jiang Li with a worried expression. "Li, what do we do now?"

Before Jiang Li could speak, she added blamefully, "It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have lost my temper."

Jiang Li said irritably, "What does this have to do with you? It’s clearly the Zhao family that went too far."

She picked up her phone from the table, unlocked it, and opened WeChat. "But since I’ve already made the threat, this wedding has to go on one way or another."

As she spoke, she began scrolling through her friends list, searching for a suitable marriage candidate.

Finally, her eyes landed on a name with the note "TiAmo."

TiAmo has two interpretations.

One is "I love you," and the other is "I used to love you."

Hearing Jiang Li’s bold words, Zhong Mufeng pressed, "So who are you planning to find?"

Jiang Li opened his chat window, initiated a video call, and didn’t forget to answer Zhong Mufeng’s question. "Shen Yanzhi."

Zhong Mufeng couldn’t help but gasp. "Holy shit! After all these years, you’re still hung up on Shen Yanzhi?"

Just then, the call connected, and her words were, unsurprisingly, heard by Shen Yanzhi.

Looking at the person on the screen, Jiang Li couldn’t be bothered with shyness. "Shen Yanzhi, my wedding is missing a groom. Do you dare to come?"

Shen Yanzhi appeared to be in a car. He was wearing a white suit, his hair was meticulously styled, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his face, giving him the air of a refined scoundrel.

Under Jiang Li’s nervous and expectant gaze, Shen Yanzhi’s thin lips parted. "Location."

Jiang Li suppressed her excitement. "Jinzhou Hotel, Jinxin Pavilion. I’m in the dressing room right now."

Shen Yanzhi nodded. "Okay. Ten minutes, tops."

Jiang Li licked her lips. "So... see you in a bit?"

"See you in a bit."

Staring at the disconnected video call, Jiang Li held out her arm. "Qingbao, hurry and pinch me. Am I dreaming?"

It wasn’t just Jiang Li; even Zhong Mufeng felt like she was in a fantasy.

That was Shen Yanzhi, the stoic heartthrob once known as the "untouchable flower on a high peak," the man countless young women dreamed of marrying.

A flash of insight struck Zhong Mufeng. She gripped Jiang Li’s hand. "So, did Shen Yanzhi go abroad back then because you started dating Zhao Sinian?"

Jiang Li was a little impressed by her best friend’s imagination. "What are you talking about? No way."

Zhong Mufeng raised an eyebrow. "Then you tell me, why did Shen Yanzhi agree so readily?"

The more she spoke, the more certain she became. She narrowed her eyes at Jiang Li. "Besides, back then, the moment you and Zhao Sinian made your relationship official, Shen Yanzhi went abroad. He hasn’t been back in these five years."

Jiang Li’s heart skipped a beat. Hearing Zhong Mufeng put it that way, it actually seemed to make some sense.