Chapter 1 — 38 Million Yuan and Family Drama

Before the Wedding, My Parents Suddenly Transferred Me 38 Million Yuan (~136 billion)... Until I Learned the Secret Behind That Money, I Turned My Hands and Made The Whole Family Pay a High Price Right before the wedding, my account suddenly received 38 million Yuan transferred from my parents. Before I could recover, my hands shook and I called Giang Triet. But the man who was about to marry me never asked a single question. He coldly threw a salary slip straight down in front of me. On it, my sister's name clearly shows her monthly income: 750,000 yuan. And next to my name... Only 18,000 yuan. Giang Triet leaned back in his chair, his lips full of sarcasm:

“Your sister earns seven hundred and fifty thousand yuan every month, and you only earn eighteen thousand.”

“The gap is so big, don't you feel embarrassed?”

“Do you really think you are qualified to enter the Giang family?”

I was silent for a few seconds. Then directly threw the phone onto the table.

“Jiang Triet.”

“Cancel the kiss.”

His expression immediately changed. I turned around and left, calling my sister as I walked out:

“The number on your payroll… what is it all about?”

My fingers are still gently caressing the tiny pearls attached to the wedding dress, each bead is like a small promise for a happy future ahead. The pure white silk under the light radiates a gentle light. In the mirror, I slightly curled the corners of my lips, my eyes sparkled with gentleness, my heart was filled with sweetness because I was about to marry the person I love. At that moment, the phone lit up, accompanied by a crisp ding sound. It's news from the bank. [Savings account ending in XXXX received transfer: 38,000,000.00 yuan. Current balance: 38,001,258.34 yuan.] The long line of zero numbers made my mind pause. I counted again. Then count again. Thirty-eight million yuan. I thought of them almost immediately. My heart was pounding, emotions rising like a tide - joy, emotion, mixed with choking gratitude. Until now, they have always said that I am the one who worries them the most in the family, always afraid that I will be at a disadvantage or live an unstable life. It turns out, they used this method... Silently sending me a wedding gift heavy with love - a wordless but most solid blessing. The corners of my eyes were hot. I immediately dialed the number with shaking hands to call Giang Triet - my fiance. I want to share this unexpected joy with you, to say that our future now has a solid foundation. The bell rang for a long time before someone picked up. Giang Triet's voice was cold as ice. It was as if a basin of ice water had poured straight down on my head, completely extinguishing my excitement and excitement.

“Jiang Triet, I—”

"Come here. Old place. I have something to say."

He interrupted me, not giving me time to open my mouth. His voice was full of frustration, clearly unhappy, and as soon as he finished speaking, he hung up. I held the phone tightly in my hand. The warm current in my heart just now... gradually cooled. Half an hour later, I went to the Western restaurant - where we often go on dates. There, I met Giang Triet. He sat near the window, his nose was straight, his sharp facial features stood out under the pale yellow light of the restaurant. Not looking at me at all, just silently watching the busy traffic outside the window. I walked closer, sat down opposite, and suddenly my heart welled up indescribable feeling of insecurity.

"Giang Triet, what's wrong with you? Are you stressed about tomorrow's wedding?" – I asked cautiously.

He finally turned around. The eyes that I once thought were filled with love, now only remained cold, scrutinizing and cruelly sarcastic. Without saying a word, he took out an A4 piece of paper and threw it at me. The paper fell lightly on the table. But the words on it weighed like a thousand pounds and hit me straight in the heart. It's the payroll - from my family's company. My sister's name – Hua Dao – appeared clearly at the top of the page. Position: Deputy general director. Monthly salary: 750,000 yuan. Right below is my name – Hua Niem. Position: Advisor. Monthly salary: 18,000 yuan. Two numbers, opposite black and white. Like a wordless slap, it hit me right in the face.

“Unexpectedly, your family is so rich.”

Giang Triet finally spoke, every sentence and every word was filled with venom.

“But the money belongs to your sister, what does it have to do with you?”

"Hua Niem, I just found out today - your sister earns 750,000 yuan a month, and you? 18,000."

He laughed, a shrill laugh, then leaned closer, his eyes as if they wanted to tear me apart:

"You earn eighteen thousand yuan a month, and you still dare to dream of marrying me? Will you lose face?"

“Are you worthy?”

With a bang, it was as if the last thread called reason had snapped in my head. The blood in my body seemed to freeze, then in the next second it rushed straight to my brain, boiling. The man sitting in front of me - is the person I have loved for three years. The person with whom I will walk down the aisle tomorrow. But at this moment, his real face is strange and scary. Calculating, pragmatic, eyes on money clearly. Like a sharp blade, it stripped away every sweet memory between us over the past three years, revealing a stinking, rotten mess without any love inside. The amount of 38,000,000 yuan has just been transferred to my account... At this moment, my heart has turned into something really sour. It is no longer the silent blessing of parents. It's more like a compensation - a send-off for the daughter they consider "useless". I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling violently. A wave of anger and humiliation rolled in, shattering the entire shell of repression I had always tried to keep. I raised my hand, slammed the phone down on the table, and there was a "bang" that shook the whole room.

“Jiang Triet.”

I looked straight into his eyes, each word was cold, not loud but echoed like the sound of ice breaking:

“Cancel the wedding.”

The mocking smile that remained on his face immediately stiffened. Giang Triet looked at me bewildered, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. I didn't even give him time to react. Picking up the phone again, I opened the contact list and dialed Hua Dao - my sister - right in front of him. The call was connected almost immediately. On the other end of the line rang a sweet voice, full of familiar innocence:

“Sister, you're calling so late, is something wrong?”

I tightened my grip on the phone, my knuckles turning white with anger. My voice is so cold it could freeze the entire summer:

“What is the salary schedule?”

“Make it clear.”

Hua Dao's voice on the other end paused, then carried a bit of confusion - but did not forget to try to maintain that fake sweetness:

"You... what's wrong with you? Who said it?" What's crazy? Don't believe Giang Triet's nonsense..."