Duan Qing now wished Su Ningwei would hurry up and get married. Whatever happened, she must not find a live-in son-in-law, lest Su Sheng get the idea of handing the Su Group over to Su Ningwei.
Su Sheng said somewhat displeasedly, "My daughter, Su Sheng's daughter—who dares gossip about her?"
Duan Qing's expression stiffened, and she did not dare say another word.
"This is the auspicious date notice. The wedding has been set for the fifth day of the eighth lunar month this year." As Ye Chen spoke, he handed the notice to Duan Qing.
"It's a good day. Let's settle on that, then." Duan Qing gave it a cursory glance before passing it to Su Sheng.
After carefully reading the notice, Su Sheng smiled and said, "It is indeed a good day. When the time comes, I'll arrange a grand bridal procession and send Weiwei off to marry into the Ye Family in all splendor."
"You've only talked about the dowry. What about the betrothal gift? Our Su Family may not be short on money, but Ye Chen should at least show some sincerity, shouldn't he? He can't just bring some fish, meat, and noodles and take Weiwei home as his wife. Wouldn't that make us a laughingstock?" Duan Qing said unhappily.
Su Sheng said in a deep voice, "Does our Su Family lack that little bit of betrothal money? Just a token amount will do. What I value is Ye Chen himself..."
"How can this be done casually? In our circle, marrying off a daughter brings in at least several million, even tens of millions, in betrothal gifts. Even if it's the man we value, he still has to give what is due. She was already pregnant before marriage. When the relatives ask later, we can't let people