Calligraphy copies?
Li Taizhi felt a pang.
Those were the "treasures" he had kept for decades.
However, he had nothing else of value. Aside from these calligraphy copies, he truly had nothing presentable to offer. No matter how reluctant he was, he ultimately decided to part with them.
He was rather depressed.
As the bride's family, it would have been fine if they had not received a gift from the groom's family.
Yet he still had to personally send his daughter to the other family's home and prepare a gift as well.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt he was getting the short end of the stick.
It was like someone had uprooted the cabbage he had grown for decades, and he still had to personally deliver it to them!
Wasn't that utterly ridiculous?
Yet that was exactly what he was doing now.
To be honest, it was only because the man was Ding Ling. If it had been any other man, he would never have agreed!
After all, was any other man worth this effort? Obviously not.
Only a special man like Ding Ling was worth it.
Li Taizhi was a man who had weathered countless vicissitudes and seen the ways of the world, so he naturally had his own standards for judging people.
Although he had never met Ding Ling,
from the way his two daughters spoke,
he could already roughly determine what kind of person Ding Ling was.
Wealthy beyond measure, refined and elegant, graceful and dashing, handsome and suave, outstanding among his peers... Putting these words on Ding Ling was actually an understatement.
As Li Xiu put it: "Ding Ling's bearing and appearance are completely beyond the power of words to describe!"
Li Taizhi merely assumed that Li Xiu was seeing Ding