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

"Cheongsam?" The word slipped lightly across Wang Xiao'e's lips, like a gentle spring breeze, carrying a touch of novelty and elegance.

Her eyes sparkled with doubt and curiosity as she stared intently at the painting spread out on the rice paper, as if trying to see through the shades of ink to uncover the secrets hidden in the brushstrokes.

As her gaze deepened, Wang Xiao'e felt an involuntary surge of respect for Lin Ping, a respect that, like a stream flowing into a river, grew ever stronger.

The love of beauty is human nature, and Wang Xiao'e was no exception.

Although Lin Ping's cheongsams are endowed with a kind of abstract beauty that transcends reality, with simple yet charming lines and elegant colors that reveal extraordinary qualities, Wang Xiao'e's imagination seems to have sprouted wings, traversing the world on the paper and reaching the myriad charms carried by the cheongsam.

She could almost see the smooth skin of the cheongsam brushing against her skin, outlining the woman's graceful figure, and exuding an indescribable charm with every step she took.

This cheongsam was a gift that Lin Ping had carefully prepared for Jiang Yunying, who was about to attend Zhang Hongyuan and Su Lianlian's engagement ceremony.

Lin Ping firmly believed that as a woman, even if Jiang Yunying loved fighting and killing, she would absolutely not be able to resist the allure of the cheongsam. Lin Ping would be able to feast his eyes on her long legs for half a day.

"Is this all the young master asks for?" Wang Xiao'e looked at Lin Ping in confusion, feeling that things shouldn't have ended this way. She was, after all, a beautiful woman, and shouldn't have been rejected by a man after offering herself to him.

Lin Ping nodded stiffly, and asked with the same question, "Otherwise what?"

"Oh..." Wang Xiao'e looked somewhat disappointed, and with the Xuan paper in her hands, she was about to leave.

"Wait!" Just as Wang Xiao'e was about to step out the door, Lin Ping rubbed his hands together and chuckled, his eyes filled with lewd intent. "Don't you plan to leave anything behind before you go?"

Wang Xiao'e remained calm, assuming Lin Ping wouldn't dare do anything outrageous, and said disdainfully, "Should we keep this quilt or the undergarment?"

Lin Ping felt ashamed, suddenly realizing that he was just a budding newbie who couldn't understand the jokes of the experts.

Not long after, two or three meows came from Lin Ping's room, and then Wang Xiao'e pushed open the door.

"Hmph! Shameless woman!" Xiao Hui, who had been waiting outside the door, said irritably. If she wasn't afraid of upsetting her son-in-law, she probably would have already slapped Wang Xiao'e.

Wang Xiao'e naturally knew why Xiao Hui was angry and regretted not being able to truly let her have her way. She should have taken the initiative to push Lin Ping onto the bed earlier.

As Xiao Hui stepped over the screen, Lin Ping, looking haggard, said, "The young master doesn't need to serve you anymore tonight. You may leave now!"

The word "again" was used so vividly, combined with Lin Ping's superb acting skills, that it was enough to fool anyone.

"Xiao Hui will never talk to her son-in-law again!" Xiao Hui's nose tingled, and she burst into tears, wiping her tears with her little hands as she turned and ran away.

"This girl is so adorably silly..." Lin Ping shook his head sadly, vowing in his heart that he would take her as well after consummating his marriage with Jiang Yunying.

Lin Ping slept soundly that night, though he kept farting, all of it hidden under the covers.

The next morning, Lin Ping felt dizzy and lightheaded. He immediately threw off the silk quilt, which was filled with foul air, and almost vomited.

If Lin Ping were to die inside, it would be a miracle that is unprecedented and will never be repeated.

To be suffocated by one's own fart... that would surely become quite a story if word got out...

Just as his head was throbbing with pain, Lin Ping suddenly heard the clear and melodious sound of a zither echoing in the courtyard, and his mood instantly improved.

"Xiao Hui, who's playing outside?" Lin Ping asked instinctively, completely forgetting what Xiao Hui had said last night. Thinking of this, Lin Ping felt a pang of sadness and shook his head, saying, "Never mind, never mind, I'll go out and see for myself..."

However, before Lin Ping could get out of bed, Xiao Hui had already nimbly walked in, but her swollen eyes were particularly noticeable.

"It was the insect girl that the son-in-law brought back that day who was playing the instrument." Xiao Hui lowered her head and helped Lin Ping put on his boots, her expression slightly dazed.

After several days of contact, Xiao Hui did indeed develop feelings of love for Lin Pingsheng, but she also knew that he was a womanizer and that this insect girl might also be one of his concubines.

"Insect Mother?" Lin Ping suddenly realized that Insect Mother was probably reminding him that it was time for Liu Yong to become an apprentice.

"Young master, someone has delivered a visiting card outside the door." A doorman came running up, panting, naturally not daring to delay anything related to Lin Ping.

Lin Ping accepted the visiting card, which was written in a few lines of elegant calligraphy. The content was poetic and picturesque. With such talent, who else but Liu Yong could it be?

The thought of having a great literary figure as a disciple filled Lin Ping with an indescribable sense of exhilaration. He hurriedly asked the doorman to lead the way and introduce him to Lin Ping.

Before long, Liu Yong, dressed in a light blue Confucian robe and wearing a scholar's cap, walked over with a refined air. Upon seeing Lin Ping, he immediately bowed and said, "Student Liu Yong greets his esteemed teacher."

"So this makes me the mentor of a great writer?" Lin Ping was overjoyed and naturally wanted to match this status with a high-class image.

He stroked his freshly shaved beard, nodded, and said solemnly, "I have always been poor and have not prepared any gifts for you. Please accept this thousand taels of silver!"

As he spoke, Lin Ping pulled out a stack of silver notes from his bulging chest and handed them to Liu Yong without a second thought.

Is this what you call being poor?

Wouldn't I then become penniless?

Liu Yong thought to himself, but immediately dismissed the idea.

A mentor is like a biological father; you cannot even slander him in your heart.

Liu Yong glanced at the basket of eggs he had brought and immediately blushed. This gift for becoming a disciple was worlds apart from the red envelope Lin Ping had given him. He stammered, "This student is unworthy of such a gift..."

Lin Ping disliked this kind of fussy, sentimental scholar the most, and was immediately annoyed. He cursed, "I told you to take it, so take it, lest your poor, shabby appearance embarrass your brother!"

"This……"

Liu Yong felt a pang of regret, as if he felt that this apprenticeship was somewhat hasty.

However, having chosen this path, one must persevere even through excrement and urine, and could only accept the thousand taels of silver with trepidation.

Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction, only then noticing Liu Yong's disgusting face.

The former scruffy man has transformed into a refined and elegant gentleman, and with this outfit, he truly has a handsome appearance.

"Xiao Hui, who do you think is more handsome, me or Liu Yong?" Lin Ping asked with a hint of jealousy.

Xiao Hui rolled her eyes at Lin Ping, thinking to herself: How can someone compare themselves to their own disciple? My son-in-law is really... petty!

"The son-in-law would be even more handsome if he were a little more serious!"

Xiao Hui, having shaken off her previous sadness, replied with a quirky and clever expression.

"Persuade prostitutes to reform? Your idea is quite novel!" Lin Ping gave Xiao Hui a wicked smile, thinking to himself: If I reformed, wouldn't I be ruined by this little girl?