If those things are given before marriage, they count as voluntary gifts. Even if we divorce in the future, all of it will be hers.
The whole time I played deaf and dumb, pretending I didn't understand what she meant.
In the end, Summer couldn't hold it in anymore and directly laid it out with me.
"Honey, look, next month we're getting married. We still have to prepare a set of gold jewelry, right? Otherwise it'll be too shabby then, and wouldn't that make you lose face?"
I chuckled. "What's there to lose face over? We can buy it together after we get the marriage certificate—wouldn't that feel even more ceremonial?"
Hearing that, Summer got so mad she threw down her chopsticks and stormed off toward the bedroom.
I watched her slender back with amusement, laughing to myself.
The door slammed shut behind her.
I walked to the balcony and called my dad. "Dad, I need to borrow some money."
By evening, Summer must have realized she'd overreacted. She came to make up with me.
She'd washed up early, wrapped in nothing but a towel, emerging from the bathroom like a water nymph. When she let the towel drop and flashed me that seductive smile, I felt every capillary in my body ignite.