Wei Yuanfang's face was grim. "What do you mean? As your brother, are you accusing me of pocketing your dowry money? Is that what you think of me?"
Yuan Chun rolled her eyes at him. "You might not be thinking that, but what about Zhao Dongxiu? Don't tell me that after being married to her for so long, you still haven't figured out what kind of person she is beside you."
She patted the trunk and said, "I feel secure only when I keep my dowry money myself. I don't want it benefiting someone else."
Wei Yuanfang was instantly at a loss for words.
Having shared a bed with her for years, he certainly knew Zhao Dongxiu valued money highly. Once money went into her pocket, getting it back was harder than climbing to heaven.
Zhao Dongxiu was the kind of person who would rather skip three meals a day just to save money.
If he brought his sister's dowry money home and Zhao Dongxiu took it, he wasn't confident he could retrieve it again.
