4 – Betrothal Gift List
Wang Junlan seemed not to have heard the surprise in her daughter’s voice and continued, “Child, marriage isn’t just one person’s affair. How could Young Pei come to our home while you’re still not back yet?”
“Then I’ll come back right away.”
Wen Song replied while scrambling off the bed. She had to see what was going on.
“No rush, no rush. Be careful. I’m just telling you to come home. Should I have the driver pick you up?”
“No need.” In the span of those two sentences, she was already at the door, ready to change her shoes. “I’ll drive myself back.”
“Alright, be safe on the road. We’re all waiting for you.”
The call ended, and Wen Song rushed out the door. The more she thought about it, the more incredible it seemed—she hadn’t even figured out how to explain the marriage situation, and Pei Qingji had already gone to her house first.
With that thought, the drive home didn’t feel long at all.
At exactly six o’clock in the evening, Wen Song’s pink Mercedes AMG pulled into the Wen family villa in Yuhu Bay.
Because she was in a hurry, she didn’t even drive to the garage. After entering the main gate, she parked the car right in the courtyard. There were two other cars she didn’t recognize, and she vaguely sensed that Pei Qingji wasn’t the only one who had come.
Sure enough, the moment she stepped into the main house, she was stunned.
Hearing the commotion at the door, everyone in the room turned to look. Wen Song froze—why were there so many familiar faces?
Besides her mother Wang Junlan and father Wen Yuanbai, there was also Aunt Song Wenhua, her mother’s good friend whom she had seen often as a child. The man sitting next to Song Wenhua was presumably her husband—Wen Song had never met him and didn’t know his name.
As for the person sitting alone on the other small sofa—wasn’t that Zhou Huanning, whom she hadn’t seen in ages?
Wen Song walked in, greeting each person in turn.
“Mom, Dad, Aunt Song, Uncle.” She looked at Zhou Huanning and called out in a very soft voice, “Ergou,” only to receive a proud, dismissive snort from Zhou Huanning in return.
Wen Song didn’t mind at all. It wasn’t until she stood by the sofa that she finally saw there was someone kneeling on the floor—it was Pei Qingji.
Her face filled with shock, and she nearly took two steps back. Fortunately, Song Wenhua grabbed her hand and patted the spot beside herself, signaling her to sit down first.
Wen Song smiled and sat down, but she still hadn’t sorted out what kind of scene this was.
“Junjun.” Song Wenhua gently patted Wen Song’s hand, then looked at Wang Junlan. “I truly didn’t know about the two children dating before. But now that they’re together, and the young ones plan to get married—and there’s even a child on the way—it’s a bit sudden, but marriage must still happen. We can’t skimp on any of the proper formalities.”
With that, Song Wenhua shot a look at her husband beside her. Pei Maoshi immediately picked up the thread and handed the prepared betrothal gift list to Wang Junlan and Wen Yuanbai.
“Song Song, take a look too and see if it’s suitable. If there’s anything, you can bring it up with Auntie.”
Wen Song lifted her eyes and saw her mother give her a slight nod, so she moved over.
She hadn’t looked before, but once she did, she was genuinely taken aback. It was her fault for having no experience with marriage—she didn’t know betrothal gift lists could be written like this.
Bride price: 99,990,000 RMB.
Parent gratitude fee: 26,660,000 RMB.
“Double Happiness” gift: 18,880,000 RMB.
Gold: 666 jin in total.
Jewelry sets—emerald, ruby, sapphire, jade, Hetian jade, and pink diamond—six sets in all.
A Ferrari 12Cilindri and a Lamborghini Revuelto for our daughter-in-law, Wen Song.
A wedding home for our daughter-in-law, Wen Song: a villa in Huaxia North Estate.
Other properties under Huatian for our daughter-in-law, Wen Song: one villa in Biezhai, one villa in Guanshan Ye, one villa in Nianhua Li, one penthouse in Siji Yunding, two properties in Tanyue (a penthouse and a flat), and three properties at Poly Mansion No. 1.
One Junding Real Estate company for our daughter-in-law, Wen Song, along with two tech companies, Ceyu and Shengde, and three media companies, Haian, Kaihuang, and Meichuang.
2% of Pei Group shares for our daughter-in-law, Wen Song.
“And of course, we’ll cover the wedding banquet expenses as well, but we’ll need to discuss the venue and scale with you, our in-laws, before making any decisions.”
Seeing that they seemed to have finished reading, Song Wenhua spoke up again at the right moment, this time addressing them as “in-laws.”
Once Song Wenhua finished, it was Pei Maoshi’s turn. He grabbed the cane at his side and struck Pei Qingji on the shoulder. Pei Qingji didn’t dodge, taking the blow squarely.
Just watching, Wen Song couldn’t help but furrow her brows—it looked painful. If that had been her, it would definitely be swollen within seconds.
“This cane is the family discipline passed down from your grandfather, and today it’s being used on you. You worthless brat, for not telling the family sooner. Now it’s so rushed, and we’re doing such a disservice to Song Song, do you realize that? Can you even face Uncle Wen and Auntie Wang?”
With that, another strike came down. Pei Qingji still didn’t dodge, but this time his brow furrowed slightly.
“Go on, apologize to Song Song and your uncle and auntie.” As he spoke, the cane came down a third time.
Wen Song turned her head away, already feeling phantom pain and not daring to watch.
The next second, however, she saw Pei Qingji shift his position slightly, turning to kneel directly facing her. Startled, Wen Song jumped to her feet, only to be pressed back down by Song Wenhua.
“Take it. That brat wronged you; he deserves it.”
Wen Song swallowed hard as she heard Pei Qingji say, “Song Song, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you get pregnant so early, but my desire to marry you is real. I hope you can agree to it.”
Wen Song’s lips were trembling. Goddamn it, what was happening here? The act was way too convincing—she couldn’t keep up.
She said nothing, which naturally came across to everyone as displeasure. So Pei Qingji shifted back and kowtowed to Wen Yuanbai and Wang Junlan.
“Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let Song Song bear the hardship of pregnancy so early. But my wish to marry Song Song is genuine. I promise I’ll treat her well for the rest of my life, and I hope you’ll agree to let Song Song marry me.”
“As for the wedding arrangements, I’ll prepare them meticulously and give Song Song a grand ceremony. I’ll personally design the wedding dress and the jewelry.”
Pei Qingji’s tone and expression were both sincere, and from the moment they’d entered the house, the Pei family’s attitude had been beyond reproach.
Still, the decision ultimately rested with Wen Song. Wang Junlan glanced at her before addressing everyone:
“This matter is for the two of them to decide. If we do become in-laws, we naturally won’t shortchange young Pei either. The dowry will be everything it should be. What matters most is that their little family thrives.”
The others nodded, and their gazes once again turned to Wen Song.
“Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough.”
Wen Song coughed violently, but Song Wenhua received a phone call at that moment.
She stood up and said to everyone, “The betrothal gifts were a bit rushed, so they’re arriving a little late. Please don’t mind, in-laws. Now that they’re here, shall we go take a look together?”
“Ugh~” This time Wen Song deliberately let out a dry heave, casting a glance in Zhou Huanning’s direction before heading to the bathroom. “You all go ahead and look; I’ll be right back.”
Zhou Huanning caught the signal and said, “I need to use the restroom too. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Then keep an eye on Song Song and be careful,” Song Wenhua instructed.
“Mm-hmm.” Zhou Huanning acknowledged and quickly followed after her.
Pei Qingji watched their gradually receding figures, and a sour ache, as if someone were twisting his heart, rose in his chest again.
Song Wenhua, however, shot him a glare. “You brat, you keep kneeling right there.”