Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Jiangcheng City is a major city of the Wu Kingdom, with four city gates, six main roads, and a population of over 300,000.

The Lin family was a prominent family in Jiangcheng. Their mansion was located on the west side of Xiangpu Street. Lin Ping entered from the north side of the gate and walked along the long street that ran north to south for half an hour before arriving at the Chen mansion.

The Chen residence now appears somewhat deserted. The four gatekeepers have long been dismissed, leaving only two empty gates and the gleaming lintel.

The number of gatekeepers directly affects the status of the master. The Lin family is a prominent and wealthy family and does not want to dismiss their gatekeepers. However, Lin Ping has squandered his family fortune and is struggling to even afford food, so he cannot afford to pay his servants' monthly wages.

Lin Ping pushed open the half-closed door, only to be met with yet another desolate scene.

In the vast courtyard, there was not a single servant. The blooming flowers had withered, and the blue brick ground was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Seeing such a desolate scene, Lin Ping was filled with emotion.

He had only been gone for two or three days, and the Lin residence had already become like this.

He was even worried about the health of Lin's father and mother.

The two elders must be heartbroken by his departure.

"The son-in-law's family is truly a mix of the vulgar and the refined!"

To avoid an awkward atmosphere, Li Mingxuan gave a fawning smile.

"You dog, what do you know? This is called 'a pearl covered in dust, but its brilliance remains undiminished.'"

Lin Ping cursed, naturally feeling that Li Mingxuan's description was inappropriate.

“What the son-in-law says is absolutely right…” Li Mingxuan grinned and walked ahead to clear the way.

"Young master, wait for me."

Da Niu and Da Li pulled Lin Ping's arm and carefully moved forward.

The Chen family mansion was eerily quiet, completely devoid of any sign of life. If it weren't broad daylight, Da Niu and the others wouldn't have dared to enter.

Suddenly, the two gang leaders grabbed their sword hilts and made a drawing motion.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass into my Chen residence?"

Following the cold voice came a white figure.

The two gang leaders' swords hadn't even been drawn before they were kicked back into place.

The chilling sword light pointed straight at Lin Ping's throat, startling him instantly.

Lin Ping cursed inwardly, "What a load of rubbish, platoon leader! We've already lost before even seeing the enemy's front line. How can I trust you guys? How can our plan to live off you continue?"

Driven by the instinct to survive, Lin Ping raised his hands above his head and said with a grin, "Great hero, spare my life! There must be some misunderstanding between us."

Lin Ping felt uncertain. Judging from all the signs, the other party most likely wanted to kill him.

If it's for money, at least he can complete the mission; but if it's for other reasons, then he'll only die in vain.

The other person did not make a move immediately. Instead, she looked at Lin Ping with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. Her beautiful, clear eyes were filled with tears. Without warning, she threw herself into Lin Ping's arms and cried hysterically.

After the cold sword was removed from his throat, Lin Ping mustered up the courage to look at the other person's face.

This was a girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with her hair tied in a low bun and wearing a white dress. She looked somewhat similar to me.

Lin Ping is a recognized handsome man in Jiangcheng, and any woman who resembles him must also be a beauty.

Lin Ping's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered the other person's identity: his unloved younger sister.

From the day he was born, he was the tyrant of the family. His parents indulged him in everything, and even Lin Xiaomei spoiled him.

Back then, the Lin family wasn't wealthy; they barely managed to avoid starvation. Everyone in the family ate white rice, except for Lin Ping, who ate roast chicken. Lin Xiaomei could only watch longingly as he ate, eventually picking up a few pieces of chicken skin that Lin Ping had left over.

Later, when the Lin family became wealthy, Lin Ping developed an even more spoiled and dissolute personality, causing trouble everywhere. However, he couldn't be hit, and every time, his younger sister, Lin Xiaomei, would stand in front of him, shouting for her brother to run away, before returning with a swollen face.

At these times, the parents didn't care about Lin Xiaomei's injuries, but kept asking Lin Ping if he was frightened.

Later, Lin Ping offended more and more people, and Lin Xiaomei could no longer help him. So she resolutely embarked on the path of martial arts, hoping to protect her brother one day.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The carefree Lin Ping almost forgot that he had a younger sister, but the other party recognized him at a glance.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping felt extremely guilty. He took the initiative to hug the woman's slender waist and said softly, "Girl, why did you come back?"

Hearing Lin Ping's words, the other person was stunned, blinking their big eyes and staring blankly at him, muttering in confusion, "Brother?"

This person is Lin Ping's younger sister, Lin Xiaomei. Several years ago, she was sent out to learn martial arts so that she could have stronger protection for Lin Ping.

Lin Xiaomei was puzzled because she felt that Lin Ping's personality had changed drastically, so why was he calling her "girl" so affectionately?

Even her tone of voice is so effeminate?

Is this still her spendthrift brother?

Lin Xiaomei was utterly puzzled.

Lin Ping understood, forcefully shoved Lin Xiaomei away, and shouted, "You little brat, who told you to come back? Get back here right now!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaomei felt extremely relieved. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, grinned broadly, and cheerfully shouted, "Brother is back! Brother is back!"

Lin Ping was utterly exasperated. "Does that mean if I don't swear, I'm not your brother?"

He was going crazy; he really didn't want to be so arrogant every day.

"The son-in-law is awesome!" Li Mingxuan and the others gave him a thumbs up.

Lin Xiaomei is a master who can defeat two gang leaders in one move, but she becomes a docile kitten in front of Lin Ping, which must mean that Lin Ping has a special ability.

"My son, my son, you're finally back! I've missed you so much these past few days."

Lin's mother jogged over.

I hadn't seen her for a few days, and she looked much older, with a few more gray hairs on her head.

It's not hard to imagine how Lin Ping got through the days she was taken away.

She even pessimistically believed that she would never see her beloved son again.

If Lin Pingwan had returned two days later, I fear his mother would have died from emaciation.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping's heart tightened, and his eyes became a little moist.

Although he was just a time traveler, he could genuinely feel the love from Lin's parents.

This is different from his illustrious lineage in previous lives.

This life's identity is more humane.

Logically speaking, he should have called her "Mother" properly, but his status as a spendthrift son prevented him from doing so.

"Get away from me, you're disgusting. Haven't you showered in days?"

Lin Ping pinched his nose with one hand and pushed his mother away with a look of disgust.

Hearing this, Lin Ping's mother was not angry at all; instead, she smiled.

The fact that Lin Ping is still so unruly proves that he has not been suppressed by the City Lord's Mansion and that he is still the same good son.

"It's all my fault, I'm dirty. You brat, quickly change your brother into some clean clothes."

Lin's mother pointed at Lin Xiaomei and said in a stiff tone.

Lin Ping was speechless. This was the difference between people.

He suddenly realized that Lin Xiaomei wasn't his biological daughter...