"Silly girl, you're the bride we've chosen, how could you be anything less than perfect?" Shen Mom patted her hand, her smile growing even warmer.
"But that kid Mosheng is an absolute science nerd. If it weren't for me ordering him to give me fifty thousand yuan every month to save for him, he would've spent all his money on building schools and scientific research, not even leaving anything for a dowry fund.
This time for the wedding, he insisted on giving it his all to give you the best. So, the dowry fund is almost gone, and there's not even a hundred thousand yuan left in his salary account.
You need to remember to make him hand over his salary on time every month in the future, or else you might end up joining him to face the northwest wind and listen to him enthusiastically talk about science and national prosperity."
Amused by Shen Mom's words, Han Yingying playfully asked, "So I married a pauper? Is it too late to regret now?"