Chapter 908 The She‑Devil

• Tania blinked. So it was the dowry. But that price was insane. Seventy-five thousand for a dowry? That would kill the old couple. They lived out in the country—how could they possibly scrape that together? And they’d already bought a place for the kid. Two folks who spent their lives bent over the fields—selling the pots and pans still wouldn’t make that kind of money.
• And the state was pushing hard against these sky‑high dowries. This was straight‑up extortion. That wasn’t marriage—just bleeding people dry.
• “What did River say? Can’t he talk them down? That much cash? That’s like selling your daughter. We already have a place. For the wedding, just give ‘thousands of dollars’ to show some goodwill. What matters most is the two of them. Asking for that much? That’s a sick joke.”