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

A perfect day, a beautiful scene, a lone man and a lone woman, budding passion... If Lin Ping didn't do something, it would seem like he was letting himself down.

"Oh dear, Young Master Lin, you're injured!" Zhang Xiao'e exclaimed in surprise, rushing to Lin Ping's side in a fluster, her originally rosy face turning pale with fright.

Lin Ping's unexplained nosebleed was easily misunderstood by Zhang Xiao'e, who might think he was injured or had some serious illness.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's all because I'm young and have too much energy," Lin Ping replied casually, while thinking to himself: How could I not have a nosebleed dressed like that? I'm a young man full of vigor and vitality, after all!

"Oh..." Zhang Xiao'e nodded in confusion. She knew that Lin Ping was a skilled doctor, so if he said it was nothing serious, then it was nothing serious.

"Xiao'e, do you feel it's too hot inside? Why are you taking off your clothes?" Lin Ping asked knowingly, which made the girl blush again.

Zhang Xiao'e took it all as a rich man's way of playing games. He first teased her with words, then, like a hungry wolf, he took over. For a moment, Zhang Xiao'e was so excited that she couldn't speak, and even her breathing became rapid. She was just waiting for Lin Ping to have his moment of passion.

However, Lin Ping's actions were quite surprising.

He actually put the cheongsam back on Zhang Xiao'e, and even his expression became serious. He said solemnly, "The spring chill is still in the air, and the wind is quite cold at night. We are here to seriously conduct our studies, so there is no need to take off our clothes."

You, Lin Ping, have the nerve to talk about doing serious academic research?

What was with that gleaming look in his eyes just now? Wasn't it because he thought she wasn't pretty enough?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiao'e's tears fell incessantly.

In this feudal society, women would only undress in front of their husbands. Even if nothing happened between her and Lin Ping, the matter would not be spread. Zhang Xiao'e could not get over this mental hurdle. In other words, she could only serve Lin Ping in this life.

But the other person didn't accept me, which was very awkward.

It's no wonder Zhang Xiao'e cried when she thought about spending the rest of her life alone.

Lin Ping was speechless. He was most afraid of girls crying, but he often encountered it.

Having seen many similar situations, he has summarized some experiences: in short, never elaborate on the original topic, as that will only make the girl cry even more.

Changing the subject seems like a good option.

Lin Ping pretended not to see the other person crying and said seriously, "This dress is called a lace dress. Wearing it makes you feel like an ethereal fairy, even better than a fairy dress."

As expected, Zhang Xiao'e immediately got into the zone, staring intently at the abstract painting on the rice paper, and naturally stopped crying.

Next, Lin Ping drew several other styles of skirts, all of which were currently popular and trendy.

As a seasoned loser, Lin Ping was able to understand these dresses thanks to the goddess in his class. Although he didn't even have the courage to express it, he studied her clothes every day, and in the end... he was mistaken for a hooligan.

After transmigrating, Lin Ping not only became a charming and elegant young man, but also a wealthy man. He could casually glance at a girl on the street and she might offer herself to him. It was all because of money.

"Xiao'e, from now on, treat this place as your own home. After I leave, you must take good care of my parents. My little sister is clumsy and doesn't know how to serve people. You are much more thoughtful," Lin Ping said earnestly.

"Yes, Xiao'e will take good care of her in-laws." Zhang Xiao'e's soft voice was like a mosquito's buzz.

Clearly, she was overthinking it again.

Lin Ping didn't argue. Since he was about to leave anyway, he wouldn't lay a finger on her. If she really treated Lin Ping's parents with the same filial piety she showed to her in-laws, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Is the young master leaving? Is he going to find the princess?" Zhang Xiao'e wasn't entirely stupid; she understood the unspoken meaning behind the words, and a hint of sadness welled up in her eyes.

"Find the princess? How easy is that!" Lin Ping sighed, feeling that the road ahead was long and uncertain, and he really didn't know when he would be able to find Jiang Yunying.

Knowing the relationship between Lin Ping and Jiang Yunying, Zhang Xiao'e naturally didn't dare to be jealous. She simply asked in a low voice, "Will Xiao'e ever see the young master again?"

Lin Ping smiled faintly: "Perhaps there will still be a chance when you have made all these clothes."

The reason he left these design sketches was so that Zhang Xiao'e could make them, and then enter the fabric and garment industry to make a fortune.

Lin Ping's goal is to show the powerful and wealthy in Yingtian Prefecture his abilities. With mediocre martial arts skills and having missed the imperial examinations, his only way is to make money, ideally becoming incredibly wealthy, to shock those powerful and wealthy people.

Of course, in this era of severe social stratification among scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, being too rich is not a good thing. One needs a gradual process, constantly improving one's social status while making money, so as not to be treated as a fat sheep to be slaughtered at will.

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiao'e nodded vigorously, then turned her head to pick up a piece of Xuan paper and began to study it, without even glancing at Lin Ping.

This is how women in ancient times viewed love: rather than expressing affection, they would quietly dedicate themselves to the other person and win them over with their character, rather than attracting them with their looks.

In order to improve Zhang Xiao'e's status in the mansion, Lin Ping did not let her leave that night, and thus he diligently studied the designs of several dresses.

Lin's mother cheered with joy outside the door, then said to Lin Xiaomei in a serious tone, "From now on, Xiao'e is your sister-in-law. You must listen to your sister-in-law."

This is how Zhang Xiao'e elevated her status in the Lilin Mansion, making her appear to be the most important person there.

"This sister-in-law is so beautiful! I want more beautiful sisters-in-law!" Little Sister Lin jumped and danced with joy.

"Old man, hurry up and make money! This house is too small to accommodate my hundreds and thousands of daughters-in-law," Lin's mother said sternly, pointing at Lin Fugui.

Lin Ping, inside the room, felt ashamed and thought to himself: Could you please keep your voice down? Not only can I hear this, but Xiao'e can hear it too. Luckily, she is not yet a member of the Lin family. Otherwise, how could she be dutiful to her parents-in-law who are always thinking about finding a concubine for their husband?

As night deepened, the group quietly slipped away, leaving all their time to the passionate young couple.

All night, Lin Ping lay in bed with his eyes half-closed, unable to fall asleep. He fondly recalled the joys and sorrows of these past days. Jiangcheng was his first stop after his transmigration, and he was bound to leave behind many memories.

Zhang Xiao'e didn't sleep either. She kept studying the Xuan paper. When her eyes got tired, she would glance at Lin Ping a few times, which really made her feel much better.

So, being good-looking is really useful; you can relax by looking in the mirror when you're tired.

The next day, before dawn, Lin Ping got up, first covering Zhang Xiao'e, who was fast asleep on the table, with a quilt, and then left with a light bundle.