Chapitre 1989: Eight layers of Clothing

When he said that, Ye Qianqian felt an even stronger urge to voice her grouses. "You have no idea how hard it was for me to bear with that pile of gold. It was so heavy I almost..."

She nearly blurted out "died."

But she reminded herself that today was supposed to be a day of great happiness. She shouldn't be sulking, whining, or uttering inauspicious words.

She stopped herself and changed her tone, muttering coyly, "It's so heavy I got a kick out of it!"

Shen Zhilie paused for a while, then he burst out laughing.

Ye Qianqian reached out and poked him in the chest. "What are you laughing at? Marrying you is such a hassle. My sister, on the other hand, wasn't fussed over this much when she wedded!"

Shen Zhilie held her hand in his, slightly breathless from laughing.

His other hand was not left idle. He undid the necklaces hanging around her neck.

There were three necklaces in all, each one thicker than the last.