In the dim room, the lights flickered. Zhang Qiang sat on a worn wooden stool, his brows furrowed, his face full of confusion. His hands drooped weakly on his knees, and he was still mumbling to himself.

Zhang Wei refused to marry in exchange for a dowry, and Zhao Ping refused to marry her without one. This had become a huge obstacle in Zhang Qiang's heart.

Zhao Ping, who was sitting on the side, crossed his legs and looked around, and it was obvious that he had an idea in mind. Zhang Qiang noticed Zhao Ping's expression, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart. He quickly approached him and asked expectantly, "What can you do? Tell me quickly!" His anxious tone made it seem as if Zhao Ping's solution was the life-saving straw for him to get out of the predicament.

The corners of Zhao Ping's mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile. He patted Zhang Qiang on the shoulder and said confidently: "If she doesn't want to marry, just tie her up and take her away. As long as the matter is settled, what can you do if she doesn't want to marry?" As he said this, he raised his eyebrows proudly.

Hearing this, Zhang Qiang's originally dull eyes suddenly lit up, like a bright light suddenly lit up in the dark night. He slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? You are really smart!" His expression was as surprised as if he had discovered a new world.

Zhao Ping was very proud after hearing Zhang Qiang's praise. He looked up, put his hands on his hips and said loudly: "Of course, don't you see who I am? There is nothing that cannot be solved when I, Zhao Ping, take action!" He looked so arrogant, as if he was an omnipotent hero.

However, after the excitement passed, Zhang Qiang frowned again, and he said hesitantly: "But it's not right for us to do this, right? It's against the law." He was a little worried. After all, Zhang Wei was his sister, and tying her up was against his conscience, and he also knew it was illegal. Thinking of this, his eyes revealed a trace of struggle and uneasiness.

After hearing what Zhang Qiang said, Zhao Ping kicked Zhang Qiang impatiently and cursed: "What's wrong with that? As long as the matter is settled, can your sister still sue you?" He curled his lips, looking indifferent.

Then, Zhao Ping continued, "After something like this happens, your sister will have no choice but to marry him and live a good life! By that time, it will be a done deal, and she will have to accept it even if she doesn't want to." As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, as if he had already seen the scene of success.

Zhang Qiang was shaken after hearing what Zhao Ping said. He thought about it carefully and felt that what Zhao Ping said made sense.

As for women, once something like this happens, most of them will feel ashamed to tell others about it, and then they can only obey and marry him. Thinking of this, his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made up his mind to do what Zhao Ping said.

In that slightly old house, Zhang Qiang and the people around him were discussing things enthusiastically. They talked one after another, their heads put together, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes with shining eyes.

Zhang Qiang's eyes flashed with cunning light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He had already come up with an idea that he thought was brilliant. After a heated discussion, Zhang Qiang slapped his thigh, stood up, and his face was full of determination. He felt that it was time to take action.

So Zhang Qiang carefully organized a speech under the pretext of wanting to have a good talk with Zhang Wei, and then called Zhang Wei. As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Qiang changed to a gentle and sincere tone and said, "Sister, I have something to talk to you about. Can you spare some time to come over?" His voice sounded full of concern and seriousness, as if he really had something important to talk to his sister about.

At this time, Zhang Wei was busy in her small but cozy home. When she heard Zhang Qiang's invitation on the phone, she stopped what she was doing and was slightly stunned. Zhang Qiang's appearance immediately appeared in her mind, thinking that this brother had been out for so long, and she didn't know how he was doing outside.

She thought to herself that Zhang Qiang had been away all these days and must have run out of money a long time ago. She didn't know how he managed to get by.

Zhang Wei's experiences from childhood to adulthood are like an invisible rope that tightly binds her. Ever since she can remember, her parents have always asked her to take care of and support her younger brother. The influence of the original owner's behavior and family environment is like a seed that took root in Zhang Wei's heart, gradually forming a thought that "I should pay for my younger brother."

This thought was like a habit that was deeply rooted in her bones, making her feel that it was natural to do anything for her brother. Even if her life was not well-off, even if she felt tired and wronged, as long as she thought of her brother, she would lend a helping hand without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei sighed softly, put down the work in her hands, and said softly to Zhang Qiang on the other end of the phone: "Okay, brother, I'll be right over."

After saying that, she hurriedly packed up, walked out of the house, and rushed towards where Zhang Qiang was.

In today's fast-paced era full of complicated affairs, in order to make things easier, Zhang Qiang decided, after some thought, to directly invite the person to his current residence.

This place was exactly the home of his girlfriend Zhao Ping. He felt that meeting here would not only save the trouble of finding a suitable place outside, but also allow both parties to be in a relatively familiar and relaxed environment, which would be more conducive to the smooth progress of things.

When Zhang Qiang and Zhang Wei stepped into Zhao Ping's house, the scene in front of them made Zhang Wei frown instantly. The sofa in the living room was piled with clothes, some were coats thrown on casually, and some were pajamas that had not been folded yet, occupying every inch of the sofa.

The coffee table was a mess, with several takeaway boxes randomly placed there. The remaining food inside was already giving off a bad smell. There were also a few used tissues and some small miscellaneous items scattered around. The floor was also covered with dust and footprints, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Zhang Wei couldn't help but say, "Isn't there anyone to clean it up? What a mess this house is in."

When Zhang Qiang heard what Zhang Wei said, he explained as a matter of course: "Pingping is pregnant and her body is not convenient to do these housework. I'm a grown man, but I'm not very good at cleaning the house and I'm not very good at doing these detailed things." As he spoke, he spread his hands helplessly.

Zhang Wei looked at the mess in the house, and her love for cleanliness was suddenly aroused. She thought, how can people live in such an environment, especially when Zhao Ping is pregnant, how can she live in such a messy space. She couldn't help it, so she rolled up her sleeves and said, "I'll clean it up for you. How can people live in such a mess?"

Zhang Wei is a person who loves cleanliness and cannot sit still. When she saw such a dirty and messy environment, it was as if she saw her own "battlefield".

She started in the living room, sorting out the clothes on the sofa one by one, hanging up the clothes in the closet, and folding the clothes neatly into the storage box. Then, she picked up the takeout boxes and garbage on the coffee table and put them into the garbage bag, ready to take them out and throw them away later. Then, she picked up the broom and carefully swept the dust and debris on the floor, leaving no corner untouched.

At this time, Zhang Qiang and Zhao Ping seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life. They still sat aside and showed no intention of helping.

They were reluctant to even throw away the takeaway boxes, leaving the house in a mess. Zhang Wei was busy cleaning the windows, mopping the floor, and tidying up the kitchen. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, but she did not complain at all and continued to do every cleaning task seriously.

Time passed minute by minute. Zhang Wei didn't know how many times she bent over or washed the rag. Finally, with her unremitting efforts, the room became as clean as new.

The sofa that was originally full of clutter is now clean and tidy, the coffee table has been wiped clean and shiny, and the floor is so clean that you can see your reflection. The whole house seems to be brand new, and it has a warm and comfortable atmosphere again.

Just when Zhang Wei was tired and ready to rest, Zhang Qiang made up his mind and hit Zhang Wei on the back of the head with a stick.

Zhang Wei couldn't believe that her brother would treat her like this. She didn't have time to think about it and fainted all of a sudden.