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Father Gu arrived with an air of arrogance, his steps full of bluster, as if he carried the wind itself. He waved to his wife, Jia Xinrou, and daughter, Gu Ruozhu, assuring them that he would surely put Gu Nanyan in her place.

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Seeing the dark mass of people ahead, Father Gu’s legs trembled. For a moment, he thought he had stumbled upon a gang of ruthless bandits. Without even stepping out of the car, he raised his hands above his head and wailed, "Don’t kill me! Take my money, my phone, even the car—just spare my life!"

The leader of the security team tapped on the car window and spoke respectfully, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Gu? The father of our madam?"

Gu Youde hesitated before shakily asking, "Is your madam… Gu Nanyan?"

The security captain nodded. "That’s correct."

Gu Youde exhaled in relief, patting his chest. He had been scared half to death.

"Yes, yes, I’m Gu Nanyan’s father," he quickly confirmed.

"Ah, the madam’s father." The security captain saluted Gu Youde, then gestured with a wave.

Instantly, the two hundred men ahead parted to form a clear path before boarding their off-road vehicles. Dozens of these vehicles led the way, while Gu Youde followed behind, trembling all the while.

Finally, they arrived at the estate’s main gate.

The security captain instructed Gu Youde to exit his car and switch to one of the Zhan family’s vehicles for entry—outsiders’ cars were not permitted without inspection.

"Of course, whatever you say," Gu Youde replied meekly.

Moments later, the security captain drove over in a Rolls-Royce worth millions.

Gu Youde gaped in disbelief. "I—I’m riding in this?" The car was far too extravagant.

The captain nodded. "Yes, please."

Once inside, the Rolls-Royce glided to a vast, open plaza.

The moment the car stopped, a hundred bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses appeared on either side, their gazes fixed on Gu Youde, making his scalp prickle with unease.

Sweat nearly dripped from Gu Youde’s forehead as he nervously asked the captain, "Wh-what’s all this for?"

The captain reassured him, "Just a security check. You’ll need to pass through a scanner, then these bodyguards will conduct a pat-down."

"A pat-down?" Gu Youde didn’t understand.

The captain explained, "The madam’s status is of the highest importance. There can be no risks. Anyone who wishes to see her must undergo inspection."

Faced with such an overwhelming presence, Gu Youde didn’t dare argue. He obediently went through the scanner, his pockets emptied of all belongings.

Any sharp objects were confiscated—even a nail clipper was taken.

After the security check, a team of maids appeared to sanitize Gu Youde, ensuring he carried no harmful bacteria that might endanger the madam.

Father Gu had arrived full of arrogance, certain he could easily intimidate Gu Nanyan. Yet now, without even laying eyes on her, he had been reduced to a cowering mess—unable to speak loudly or even lift his head.

Up on the fifth-floor balcony, Gu Nanyan and Zhan Yiran observed the scene below.

Zhan Yiran didn’t understand. "Elder sister-in-law, why go to such lengths? Guests to the Zhan family don’t usually face such… grandeur."

Gu Nanyan watched as Gu Youde nearly buried his head in the ground. Calmly, she replied, "I don’t care for theatrics, but the world is shallow. People respect appearances before they respect the person.

When the Han dynasty was first established, Emperor Gaozu’s old comrades still treated him as an equal—casual, even disrespectful.

Then someone advised him to adopt grandeur, to establish his majesty.

Gradually, those old friends realized the difference in their stations. They began to fear him, to recognize imperial authority.

I want Gu Youde to understand that I am no longer the same as before. I will crush his arrogance and reduce him to cowardice."

She had no patience to waste on fools like him. Better to strike fear into him outright.

Gu Youde was a petty man—such men fear power, not virtue. Kindness would be wasted on him. Only force would work.

"Let’s go. To the third floor."

Gu Nanyan turned and headed for the elevator.

After this ordeal, Gu Youde was utterly exhausted. He had never imagined seeing Gu Nanyan would be so difficult.

Finally, he was allowed into the villa.

A maid led him to the third floor, knocked on the door, and stepped back when a cool voice inside said, "Enter."

Gu Youde took a deep breath, mustering his courage before pushing the door open.

The moment he stepped inside, he was met with the dark barrel of a gun—pointed straight at him.

A gun! Someone was aiming a gun at him!

"Aaah—!"

His legs gave out, nearly wetting himself as he screamed, "No! Don’t shoot! Please, don’t shoot!"

He almost dropped to his knees in prostration.

Gu Nanyan lowered the gun and nodded. "It’s fake. Did I scare you?"

Then, with a swift motion, she snapped the gun in half and tossed it to the ground, crushing it under her heel.

Gu Youde could only whimper in terror.

This is even more terrifying!

Gu Youde's heart pounded wildly—he felt like that fake gun, snapped in half and crushed underfoot.

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Since when did Gu Nanyan become so ruthless?

He didn’t even dare to look up at her, quietly steeling himself for what felt like an eternity.

She was his daughter, born of him—what was there to fear? Nothing!

Taking a deep breath, Gu Youde finally raised his head, only to meet a pair of cold, authoritative eyes.

His heart lurched, and he immediately lowered his gaze, not daring to look again.

Whimpering inwardly, he thought: Gu Nanyan is terrifying!

"Sit," Gu Nanyan commanded. "Why are you here?"

"I, I…" Gu Youde stammered.

She cut him off. "I know. You’re here to deliver my dowry. How touching of you, Father."

Gu Youde didn’t dare admit his real purpose, so when Gu Nanyan mentioned the dowry, he seized the opportunity and nodded hastily. "Yes, yes, that’s exactly why I came."

Gu Nanyan asked, "How much?"

Gu Youde was about to say five million—a substantial sum, though he’d rather not give a single cent. But after this encounter, he realized Gu Nanyan was no longer the same daughter he once knew.

Before he could speak, Zhan Yiran slammed her cup down with a scoff. "What kind of cheap cup is this? A mere five million? That’s unworthy of my sister-in-law. Sister-in-law, I’ll gift you something far better later."

A mere five million?!

Gu Youde’s words died in his throat. If five million was just the price of a cup in Gu Nanyan’s eyes, how could he possibly offer such a paltry sum?

Wiping sweat from his brow, he forced a smile. "Nanyan, you know our family isn’t as wealthy as the Zhans. We don’t have that much cash on hand—"

"Property or shares will do," Zhan Yiran interjected. "Our Zhan family gifted such a grand project as the betrothal gift—Father Gu must have profited handsomely. Surely you can spare a hundred million for Sister-in-law’s dowry."

"A hundred million?!"

Gu Youde was on the verge of tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. Mumbling weakly, he said, "Well… I’ll have to gather the funds first."

Gu Nanyan nodded. "Then go gather them."

And just like that, Gu Youde left The Zhan Family Courtyard—without saying what he’d come to say—now burdened with the promise of a hundred-million dowry.