I’m a Green Tea in a Matriarchal World

When Su Yu arrived, he instantly drew every eye.

Already drop-dead gorgeous, his meticulous grooming made him dazzling. That delicate frame stirred a “pity me” vibe—so much so that even the suona’s blare softened, as if afraid to startle him.

Su Yu felt odd about it. In his past life, he’d been a nobody—never the center of so many stares.

And the whispers around him…

“Pretty,” “cute,” “good for bearing kids”—it was mortifying.

What guy gets described like that!?

The sun shone bright, the sky a crisp blue—a rare perfect day.

A transparent shield popped up, clearly to block high-altitude winds so no one got blown silly.

“What a wild world!”

Watching rivers and mountains zip by below, Su Yu let out a marveling sigh.

The trip went smooth as silk.

After about an hour aloft, they reached their destination.

The flying boat stopped twenty miles outside Tianyu City, not entering. They’d head back to Qiluo for the wedding—this was just the pickup.

Yes, the pickup.

Normally, fetching the bride was the groom’s side’s job. As the one being married off, he should’ve just waited. Yet here he was, trekking thousands of miles to fetch someone.

Fine, it was the bride’s side giving the groom’s family face. But post-ceremony, rushing back overnight—what was that about?

Thinking over this world’s wedding rigmarole, Su Yu itched to rant.

As they drew closer, he got a clearer look—and that one glance made him gasp.

Red silk draped everywhere, “joy” characters plastered all over. But the fleet of flying boats ahead? Stuffed to the brim with red wooden chests, big and small.

“Are these all… my Lady Wife’s gifts for marrying me?”

Su Yu swallowed hard, gawking at boats that looked ready to sink under the weight. His future wife’s wealth and extravagance floored him.

In this world’s customs, the bride’s family gave the groom’s a bride price—thanks for raising a fine man, here’s a token, take it with a smile.

The bigger the gift, the more the bride valued the groom.

Su Yu didn’t know what was inside, but he didn’t need to guess. Gold and silver? Peanuts—mere trinkets.

For a cultivator clan, it’d be mortal treasures at least, maybe even cultivation goodies.

“No wonder everyone’s scrambling for a rich lady to bankroll them.”

“This isn’t just skipping decades of grind—it’s straight to the top, no effort required!”

Eyeing the boats, he thought of his own little stash. It’d felt hefty before, but now…

Ugh, poor—he was flat-out broke!

Su Yu sighed wistfully.

The crowd was big on arrival; it tripled for the return.

Qiluo City was a sea of people.

Maids shuttled chests into the mansion nonstop, yet the pile barely shrank.

Su Yu watched, numb—until a familiar figure caught his peripheral vision.

“Wait, why’s she here…?”