After Savings Swapped for Hell Money, I Turned the Motorcade Back

Where we come from, when a daughter marries, her family tucks a stack of cash at the bottom of the red chest. It's not about how much. It tells the groom's family that this girl isn't walking in empty-handed. But when I opened my dowry chest, what lay inside, neat and tidy, was a stack of fake funeral money. My mother stood in the doorway, not a trace of panic on her face. "I already spent the real money. Your brother can't lock down his house, and if he doesn't, the Weiss family is going to call off the engagement."