My Fiancé Actually Has Three Sisters

Wearing a backless, form-fitting dress, I returned to the village with my fiancé, Roger Luray. I felt shy and embarrassed, but he casually remarked, "So what if everyone saw that? It doesn't really matter."

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For our engagement party, I picked a backless, form-fitting dress and sent a photo to my fiancé.

I asked:[Do you think this might be too revealing for when I visit your family the day after tomorrow?]

He quickly responded with a cheeky emoji, his tongue sticking out.

[Go for something with a lower neckline, too. You're my fiancée, and it's all family—nothing to hide.]

I tried on a bunch of pink and red dresses, and he finally chose an ultra-short, low-cut dress covered in lace. A slight dip, and it left nothing to the imagination.

I asked: [Won't the uncles see everything during the toasts?]

He said: [So what if they do? Let them see but not touch. They can go home and sleep with their old ladies!]

That evening, Roger was in high spirits. He insisted I wear the dress and spin around for him.

I was taken aback, clutching the dress tightly. "Um… Isn't this dress a bit too much? I feel like it's more for a celebrity than for me."

"Just wear it, Vivian. Remember, tonight is our engagement. You're a star every day in my eyes!"

Then he tenderly embraced me, admiring our photos together, gently touching my face.

He continued, "I love you not just for your beauty but for your kindness. By day, you're a sweet nurse; by night, you take care of me. We're like a love lock on a bridge, bound together for life."

I sensed a deeper meaning in his words and gave him a playful punch.

"Are you watching too many soap operas? Answer me this: If I fell into a river with your mom, who would you save first?"

Roger replied, "Of course, it would be you. You're my precious, who I spent a fortune to marry. I've got to pamper you!"

My boyfriend Roger might be an ordinary worker, but he was generous. On our first date, he took me to a fancy restaurant and spent over 10 thousand dollars. After three months, he proposed, promising a gift money for marriage of 990 thousand dollars.

When the first 500 thousand came through, I knew he was my soulmate.

"Roger, I haven't met your parents yet. You'd better take good care of me tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're thoroughly impressed and collect plenty of money!"

He gave a satisfied pat on my chest.

I imagined my future husband as a wealthy man, living in a villa and driving luxury cars.

Instead, I found myself standing in front of a self-built farmhouse with mud on my heels.

Pointing to the house with exposed bricks, I asked, "This is your place?"

He gave a casual push. "No, this will be your home from now on!"