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

Wang Ba's face turned pale, as if he had swallowed a live fly. He wanted to spit it out but couldn't, and wanted to swallow it but couldn't. He could only grit his teeth and move his body.

However, his feet were nailed to the floor, and the slightest movement would cause a large pool of blood to flow out.

Wang Ba was almost crying from the pain. He was the son of a wealthy merchant and had always been the one bullying others. He had never been bullied by anyone before.

He had to risk his life to get the 60,000 taels of silver.

To minimize the pain in his feet, he could only twist his body into a pretzel shape, his old waist making crisp cracking sounds, suggesting that several joints were broken.

After a struggle, Wang Ba finally knelt down in front of Wan'er with difficulty, his cheeks cramping from the pain.

"Kneel down..." Lin Ping said casually, completely disregarding the stares of others.

Ma Dayun glanced at Wang Ba suddenly, and the blood covering him startled him. "Young Master Lin, this could lead to someone's death."

However, Ma Dayun knew Lin Ping's methods and that he was sensible in his actions, so he didn't try to stop him.

Wang Ba is used to being arrogant and domineering, so someone should teach him a lesson. That's right, others use their hands to teach him a lesson, but Lin Ping uses a sledgehammer, and he specifically hits him on the head.

Are you sure this won't cause brain matter to splatter?

Whether from pain or anger, Wang Ba's teeth chattered incessantly, and finally, with a thud, he slammed his head against the floor.

Wan'er froze on the spot, or rather, she was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.

The other party is the son of a wealthy merchant, whose status is far more noble than Zhou Xiyin's, yet he is now kneeling before her maid.

This was going to be incredibly humiliating for her, so Wan'er quickly got up to help her, afraid that Wang Ba would take his anger out on her.

Seeing Wan'er take the initiative to help him up, Wang Ba felt much better, but he still glared angrily at Lin Ping, as if to say, "The person involved has already forgiven me, so why are you still nagging?"

That's right, I, Lin Ping, am a talkative person.

"I did kneel, but... I vaguely remember telling Wan'er to slap you." Lin Ping said, feigning thought, before finally casting a determined look in his eyes. Yes, that's exactly what I said.

"Young Master Lin, please spare Wan'er. I really dare not hit her." Wan'er knelt on the ground again, pleading with Lin Ping.

You, Lin Ping, are very capable. First, you had the protection of the Assistant Magistrate, and later you gained the support of the Prefect. Even the head of the Eight Directions Money Exchange obeys you. But I, Wan'er, am not like that. Who knows when I will be retaliated against?

"Young Master Wang, you'd better beg Wan'er to hit you, otherwise..." Lin Ping smiled coldly, leaving the answer for Wang Ba to consider.

Now that things have come to this, what else can Wang Ba do? He can't just give up halfway, can he? He's already crossed the line, and he's not afraid of being slapped in the face.

"Miss Wan'er, please slap me, I promise I won't hold a grudge." Wang Ba knelt on the ground and begged, his silly appearance was really funny.

You don't hold grudges? I don't believe you for a second!

A man's words are deceitful. I, Wan'er, don't believe it.

So Wan'er frantically waved her hands and said, "Wan'er wouldn't dare, Wan'er wouldn't dare."

Every time Wan'er finished speaking, Wang Ba would kneel down and kowtow, presumably begging her to slap him.

As time went on, blood flowed from Wang Ba's feet all over the ground, his face turned ashen, and he was on the verge of fainting.

"Wan'er, if you don't hit him soon, he might really die," Lin Ping coughed twice, kindly reminding him.

"That's right, I'll die if you don't hit me! You're my savior!" Wang Ba pleaded, grabbing Wan'er's skirt.

Wan'er also saw Wang Ba's sincerity and felt that the slap was necessary. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, so why not slap him?

"Then...then I'll have to fight," Wan'er said, trembling, clearly seeking Wang Ba's permission.

Wang Ba nodded like a chick pecking at rice and said, "Hit this way, the harder the better."

The voice was almost obsequious, which was enough to show the desire in Wang Ba's heart.

Lin Ping gave him a thumbs up in admiration and said softly, "This guy's shamelessness is somewhat similar to Master Ping's."

Wan'er nodded, finally mustering her courage. She cautiously stretched out her small, porcelain doll-like hand, and then... suddenly twisted her body, using the strength of her waist and abdomen to swing her entire arm.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Wan'er's palm landed squarely on Wang Ba's face.

Lin Ping was utterly shocked. He had never imagined that this little girl could unleash such power. Wang Ba's cheeks turned bright red, and he even lost two front teeth. His body, which had been pinned to the ground, rolled several times, and his feet were completely torn apart by the arrowheads.

What followed was a series of pig-like screams, and Wang Ba felt pain in every pore of his body.

"Did I... hit too hard?" Wan'er asked innocently.

Lin Ping almost burst out laughing, but finally said with a straight face, "It's alright, it's alright. It just helped to remove this guy's immobilization spell."

"Young Master Lin, can you give me the sixty thousand taels of silver now?" Wang Ba asked, enduring the excruciating pain as he rolled around in agony.

Lin Ping was completely baffled by this question, staring wide-eyed as he asked, "Sixty thousand taels of silver? Where did you get sixty thousand taels of silver?"

Seeing that innocent expression, Wang Ba really wanted to kill himself. In the end, he could only shamelessly continue, "It's the 60,000 taels of silver you have."

Lin Ping suddenly realized, "So you meant this silver. That's right, this is Boss Ma's money. I, Lin Ping, just wanted to have some fun. You don't mistakenly think this money is for you to borrow, do you? Even if I were willing, Boss Ma might not agree. Besides, Wan'er hit you to get revenge, but we didn't agree on payment beforehand."

Ma Dayun accepted the 60,000 taels of silver—no, it should be 50,000 taels, since he had given Lin Ping 10,000 taels, and he dared not refuse to lend the Lin family the money.

Ma Dayun was also helpless. Since Lin Ping had already treated him as a tool, he had no choice but to play the bad guy.

“Young Master Wang, I’m sorry, Bafang Money Shop cannot lend you that much money,” Ma Dayun replied firmly.

"How much can I borrow?" Wang Ba asked, clinging to his last hope, thinking that even if he didn't have 60,000 taels, 50,000 taels would be enough for an emergency.

"At most six hundred taels!" Ma Dayun said, holding up six fingers.

Upon hearing this number, Wang Ba could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

This is outrageous! It's one thing to injure someone with a crossbow, it's another to humiliate them, but... why won't you pay me?

"Young Master Wang, you should still accept it; consider it as medical expenses," Lin Ping kindly suggested.

Even a mosquito bite is still meat, and besides, six hundred taels of silver is not a small amount; it should be enough to cure Wang Ba's foot injury.

"Ugh, this is infuriating!" Wang Baqi gritted his teeth, stood up with sheer willpower, and roared, "Give me the money!"

"Oh..." Ma Dayun readily handed him six hundred taels of silver, without even requiring him to sign or put his fingerprint on it, as a small compensation to prevent him from making a scene at the prefectural magistrate's office.