When a poor father gave his daughter an ordinary envelope at her wedding, the groom’s wealthy relatives couldn’t help but laugh at such a “generous” gift.

The wedding was held in the most expensive restaurant in the city. A grand hall, white tablecloths, fresh flowers, soft music—everything looked luxurious and perfect.

The groom’s family occupied most of the room. Confident men in expensive suits laughed loudly, raised their glasses, and acted as if they owned the celebration.

The bride’s side was small. A few friends, distant relatives, and a neighbor who had helped her get dressed. Her father sat quietly at the edge of the table. His jacket was old, his hands rough from years of labor. He barely spoke and hardly touched his food.