Chapter 50: Marriage Certificate, A Two-Meter-Long Dowry List

“Even if she truly doesn’t believe in love, she’s still chosen to marry and have children with you. This proves that, in her heart, you are more important than any lover.”

Xia Yi echoed this sentiment back to Qin Mohuai and grabbed his wrist just as he was about to push the door open.

“If you go in now, not only will Yuan feel awkward, but so will Liang Min. A good man knows how to preserve his wife’s dignity.”

“…” Qin Mohuai was being lectured, and he couldn’t argue back.

Dressed in a misty blue suit, exuding a faint air of melancholy, Qin Mohuai lowered his gaze, contemplating the meaning behind Xia Yuan’s words. Did she not love him enough, or had she been influenced by Liang Min?

Xia Yuan’s crisp voice sounded again from the other side, “I’m not completely wrapped around Qin Mohuai’s finger. I’m just humoring him! If I ever upset him or we get into a fight, I’ll tell him I’m scared of the dark, thunder, and rain, and no matter how angry he is, it’ll calm him down. He’s so easy to placate.”

She wore light blue lambskin heels, the pointed toes adorned with sparkling crystals like stars, her slender white feet arching gracefully. She tapped the floor lightly with the toe of her shoe, playful and carefree, like a lively pop melody. Yet it only stirred up the restlessness in Qin Mohuai’s heart, making him want to barge in and question her. Did she really see him as some mad dog rather than her lover?

Liang Min and Xia Yuan walked out of the bedroom, arm in arm, only to find Qin Mohuai and Xia Yi sitting solemnly in the living room, both looking unusually serious.

Especially Qin Mohuai—his cold, emotionless gaze flashed briefly before he softened and smiled warmly at Xia Yuan, “Come, have a seat.”

Liang Min sat beside Xia Yi, while Xia Yuan squeezed herself in between her parents.

Mom and Dad, love me one more time.

Qin Mohuai glanced at her—this little coward who only dared to talk big behind his back. With an elegant motion, he produced a dowry list, like pulling off a magic trick, leaving Xia Yuan stunned.

The list was written on red paper laced with gold. Using a brush dipped in ink, each stroke formed elegant and slender characters in a calligraphy style, and when unfurled, the paper stretched to a full two meters in length.

Just preparing this list must have taken a considerable amount of time, not to mention the staggering amount of dowry listed on it.

Xia Yuan blinked, glancing at Qin Mohuai. When had he written this? Clearly, this wasn’t something that could be done in a day—it must have been prepared well in advance.

Qin Mohuai raised his eyes to meet hers, taking in her shock and unease. Hah, only now you’re getting scared? Too late!

Once he brought her home, he’d have all the time in the world to deal with this ungrateful little bunny.

Liang Min immediately stood up, holding one end of the dowry list as she began to read it.

A townhouse in New York’s Upper East Side, a luxury mansion in La Jolla, San Diego, complete with a private golf course, two apartments in central Paris, and an estate in Fourqueux, France.

Qin Mohuai had considered Xia Yuan’s age—she was still at the stage where she loved shopping—so he had purchased two apartments in the heart of Paris, only minutes away from the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Élysées, making it convenient for her to shop at all the high-end boutiques.

Though Liang Min didn’t know much about luxury real estate, she knew that villas and estates were expensive—and this was multiple properties.

And that was just the beginning of the list.

Liang Min and Xia Yi exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes. As they continued reading, they saw domestic assets: 21 commercial properties in Xiangzhou, three townhouses in the city center, a seaside villa, a hillside mansion, a Maybach, a Bentley, a Ferrari…

By the time Liang Min reached “custom-made private jet in blue,” she was already numb from the overwhelming luxury.

With so many wealthy people in the world, why couldn’t she be one of them?

The feelings of resentment toward the wealthy had never been stronger, but when Liang Min thought about the fact that all these things were for her daughter, she let it go.

At the end of the dowry list, written in slender gold calligraphy, was a detailed account of various jewelry: pink diamonds, emeralds, ruby necklaces, diamond tiaras—all of which Qin Mohuai had previously gifted to Xia Yuan. The reason they were included on the dowry list was not to inflate the value, but to clearly state that these were all her premarital assets, and no one could take them away or divide them.

In addition, Qin Mohuai felt the dowry list was still lacking, so he added a Cartier sapphire bracelet worth 30 million yuan and a 1,015-carat Sri Lankan sapphire brooch, knowing Xia Yuan liked blue.

Qin Mohuai had shown his sincerity, and since Xia Yuan was willing to marry him, Liang Min had no objections. However, she also understood that the Qin family likely didn’t approve of Xia Yuan’s entry into the family; otherwise, the person presenting the dowry list should have been one of Qin Mohuai’s elders.

Xia Yi retrieved the household registration book and handed it to his daughter.

“In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown up. It feels like just yesterday you were wearing your little backpack in kindergarten. I don’t have much successful marriage experience to pass on to you…”

At this point, Xia Yi cast a resentful glance at Liang Min and continued, “But there’s one thing you need to remember: Marriage doesn’t need well-intentioned lies; it needs honesty.”

He had hinted so clearly—his daughter should understand what he meant.

Xia Yuan gave an “mm-hmm,” though it was unclear whether she really understood.

Holding the gilded red paper dowry list, she noticed it wasn’t just luxury homes, cars, and high-end jewelry. Qin Mohuai had also spent money to register a record company for her.

His possessiveness was strong, and he had repeatedly stated that she wasn’t allowed to work. Now, he had opened a company for her—was he deliberately trying to make her emotional?

Her long eyelashes drooped as the soft light flickered in her eyes, like rippling autumn waters. Deep down, she was truly touched.

System: “Host, your mission is to conquer the crazed male lead, not to be conquered by him!”

Xia Yuan, tearful: “But he put so much thought into the dowry list. I really like it.”

System: “So, what do you plan to do?”

Xia Yuan: “I’ve decided! I’ll continue with the mission, but with guilt in my heart!”

System: “…” Of course, only you, the natural little schemer.

By the time they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau and completed the registration, it was already noon.

Qin Mohuai took the marriage certificate from Xia Yuan’s hands and snapped a photo to post on social media.

The first person to contact him was none other than Old Master Qin.

“You idiot! How could you marry Xia Yuan?! She’s infertile, and she’ll cut off your family line! Get back to the old house immediately—I need to see you!”

“Alright.”

Qin Mohuai calmly hung up the phone, his expression composed and unaffected.

“Darling, now that we’ve gotten our marriage certificate, does that mean we can consummate the marriage tonight?”

“…Ugh.” Xia Yuan wasn’t keen on the idea. After a week of recovery, her waist was once again flexible, but she wasn’t ready to endure another round of bed-bound torture.

Suddenly, Qin Mohuai reached over, lifting the soft woman onto his lap. Xia Yuan’s slender back pressed against the steering wheel. If she didn’t want to be jabbed by it, she had no choice but to lean further into Qin Mohuai’s embrace, but she still couldn’t escape feeling uncomfortable…

Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon, and soon the bright car interior dimmed. Xia Yuan’s eyes couldn’t adjust to the sudden darkness, and her fingers nervously tugged at Qin Mohuai’s tie.

A low rumble of thunder seemed to explode overhead, making Xia Yuan tremble in fear. She clung tightly to the man’s chest.

“Honey, I’m scared. My heart is racing, and I don’t feel well. Can we postpone the wedding night for a few days?”

Qin Mohuai’s arm rested on her waist, his sharp eyes hidden in the shadows as he studied the deceitful, manipulative, yet cunning little thing in front of him. His fingers traced her soft lips as he suddenly chuckled, “Lying to me again, are you, darling?”