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

For a moment, the atmosphere in the lobby became somewhat awkward. It's easy for a man and a woman to spark a connection when they're alone in a room, let alone a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Lin Ping had to admire Zhou Yezheng's shrewdness; if things continued this way, their relationship would take a qualitative leap in just a few days.

Zhou Xiyin blinked her amber-like eyes, her breathing quickened, and she imagined all sorts of inappropriate scenes, causing her face to flush with embarrassment.

To be honest, she didn't have a bad impression of Lin Ping, but she was unwilling to show weakness in front of him, so she deliberately acted like a spoiled and willful person.

In matters of love, a woman should maintain her unique reserve and dignity. If she shamelessly pursues a man, the consequence will be that she will not be cherished by him because she came too easily.

"Miss Zhou, could you..." Lin Ping said, his voice trembling as he exhaled.

At this moment, Zhou Xiyin had already become a young girl in love, which could be seen from her coy posture. After hearing Lin Ping's words, she couldn't help but have all sorts of wild thoughts. The blush on her cheeks turned completely red, and she twisted her body in a rather coquettish manner.

"Could you..." Lin Ping continued, but his tone suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Go and brew the medicine! Are you going to stay here shamelessly and refuse to leave? Xuanji Hall doesn't provide meals!"

Zhou Xiyin's bubble-like fantasy was shattered by Lin Ping's loud noise. This lecherous thief seems... to be poisonous!

He risked his life to break into someone's boudoir with malicious intent, yet now that a beautiful woman is beside him, he doesn't appreciate it. Isn't that toxic? Or perhaps he's gay?

There's nothing that can be done; even the prettiest young girl can't straighten a bent steel bar.

"Hmph!" Zhou Xiyin clenched her little fists and stormed into the backyard. If she weren't afraid of revealing her thoughts, she would have given Lin Ping a good beating long ago.

"Huff huff huff..." After Zhou Xiyin left, Lin Ping exhaled heavily, his heart filled with panic: Lin Ping, Lin Ping, your wife is a hundred times better than her, you must have enough composure.

Lin Ping's heart was resolute, but the body doesn't lie, especially certain disobedient parts. If he hadn't used such an extreme method to drive the other party away, something bad might have happened, at the very least Zhou Xiyin would have noticed something amiss.

The backyard of Xuanji Hall wasn't large, but it was well-equipped with tools for decocting and sifting medicine. Zhou Xiyin spotted several earthenware pots at a glance and picked one up casually.

"Miss Zhou, here's your medicine." Zhao Ritian walked over with a grin, not forgetting to steal a few more glances at her pretty face. He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. His master Ping was truly capable; in just a few days, he had won over a renowned beauty, and his father-in-law had even delivered himself to his door.

Zhao Ritian's admiration for Lin Ping was beyond words. He not only wanted to learn his incredible medical skills, but also how to woo women.

Zhou Xiyin returned the smile politely, but she didn't think Zhao Ritian was a good person; after all, his lewd gaze couldn't lie.

She was on the verge of tears; this place was a den of wolves, why had her father sent her here?

There was no other way; I had to do everything I could so that my father could recover as soon as possible.

Zhou Xiyin rolled up her sleeves and stuffed the herbs into the earthenware jar all at once, her face showing an expression of determination to get to work. She was a typical tomboy.

Lin Ping was speechless. He thought to himself: Is it possible that tomboys are popular in the Martial Kingdom? Why can I hit the target 100% of the time?

Since Lin Ping transmigrated, he has seen quite a few beautiful women. Apart from the demure Wang Xiao'e and the gentle and considerate Xiao Shuang, they all seem to be tomboys, no, no, they should be female tyrants.

Jiang Yunying, whose strength is formidable, goes without saying, as does Xia Linglong, and even Zhou Xiyin, who has no martial arts skills whatsoever, likes to roll up her sleeves.

Of course, Lin Ping overlooked one person: Lu Hongling, who was both beautiful and talented, a woman who was unwilling to accept her fate, and a woman who was hard for Lin Ping to understand.

Throughout history, people who show off have common traits: they generally perform a series of impressive actions, but when you look at the time, it's only 1.5 seconds.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?" Zhou Xiyin asked these three questions sincerely. What's the next step after putting the herbs into the earthenware jar?

"I almost forgot, Miss Zhou was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She's never lifted a finger and has never lifted a finger. How could she possibly know how to brew medicine?" Lin Ping walked over with a sarcastic tone, hoping to provoke Zhou Xiyin's fighting spirit through sarcasm.

"Who said I don't know how to brew medicine? I just forgot for a moment," Zhou Xiyin replied angrily, pouting.

"Forget? You can forget chopping wood and starting a fire? I don't think you can," Lin Ping said confidently.

“Chopping wood, that’s right, chopping wood!” Zhou Xiyin seized on the key words Lin Ping mentioned, immediately found a wooden stick as thick as a thigh, stood it upright on the ground, and then performed another face reading.

How do you split this firewood? Zhou Xiyin asked with a fatal question in her eyes.

There was also a woodshed in the Zhou residence, and she had heard of the term "chopping wood," but she knew nothing about the specific steps involved.

Lin Ping clearly saw the other party's doubts, but he pretended to be nonchalant and even watched with great interest, as if he were watching a free circus performance.

Zhou Xiyin was furious. She was a woman who refused to admit defeat, and she couldn't let Lin Ping, this lecherous thief, look down on her. So she gritted her teeth and rushed towards the wooden stick, turning her two jade hands into palm blades, and with a "crack", she slashed at it.

This scene shocked everyone. Lin Ping never expected Zhou Xiyin to do such a thing. If she wasn't crazy, then she was a fool.

Zhou Xiyin had never done any rough or strenuous work before. Her delicate hands, so soft and supple, landed solidly on the hard wooden stick, immediately leaving a bloody mark. Bright red blood was about to seep out from her tender skin.

Zhou Xiyin was in so much pain she was about to cry, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of Lin Ping, so she forced them back.

"Sigh, these are all diseases of the rich..." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly and casually split a wooden stick in half.

Zhou Xiyin wasn't stupid. She found an axe nearby and tried to imitate it. Although she was weak and didn't have much strength, she could barely split a few wooden sticks. However, several blisters appeared on her delicate palms, and she trembled from the pain.

What followed seemed much simpler. Lin Ping strolled into the bedroom, almost using his snoring to wear down Zhou Xiyin's will.

To be honest, Zhou Xiyin felt wronged and wanted to cry. She was a pampered young lady who had always watched others do the work. When had she ever been treated like this?

There's nothing I can do. He's a miracle doctor, he's rich and doesn't care about your status as a pampered young lady. If you want to get treatment for your father, you have to work hard.

Just as Lin Ping was about to fall asleep, he suddenly smelled a burning smell and immediately shuddered, thinking: Is this woman trying to burn me to death?