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

They were from different worlds, and when they learned each other's identities, it would be time for them to part ways.

Lin Ping wanted to have nothing more to do with this princess, and he also wanted to let go of Xia Yeran, his powerful ally.

Reuniting with his wife was important, but rescuing Zhou Xiyin was equally important. Lin Ping did not want to compromise his principles just to have the strength to fight against the Lotus Palace.

"Foolish woman, wait for me!" Lin Ping muttered to himself as he rushed toward the wall where the flower thief had disappeared.

That's right, he wanted to crawl through directly, since there was no way he could jump over it.

Just as Lin Ping's face was about to be flattened by the courtyard wall, his coat collar was suddenly grabbed, and his whole body flew up.

"You can hate me, but you have to cooperate with me." Xia Linglong's eyes were a little moist. Everything she had done was to help Lin Ping.

Xia Yeran is not her biological brother, and their relationship is just so-so. There is no need for her to marry a playboy just to help him.

Unfortunately, Xia Linglong miscalculated. She didn't expect that the flower thief had accomplices who already knew her plan, thus putting Zhou Xiyin in danger and causing Lin Ping to misunderstand her.

If she were a delicate woman, she could easily cry out in grievance.

Lin Ping is easily swayed and can't stand seeing women cry. His anger will usually dissipate by half, and a little explanation will be enough to resolve any past grievances.

But she couldn't. She was a princess, high above everyone else, and she had to swallow her pride and bear her pain. How could she show her vulnerable side to Lin Ping?

The cold wind sobered Lin Ping up considerably. He couldn't catch up with the flower thief at all, and even if he did, he would only witness a stunning scene.

Therefore, he needs Xia Linglong's help, even though he hasn't forgiven her yet.

"Left side." Lin Ping uttered two cold words, once again shutting Xia Linglong out.

He did not forgive Xia Linglong, and did not even want to hear any explanation from her. Now, the relationship between the two has become simple, as they simply share a common enemy.

As for everyday family matters and romance, sorry, we're not familiar with each other.

Lin Ping's eyes remained fixed on the flower thief, and no matter how many streets they were separated, he could not escape.

He had to admire the flower thief's agility; even while carrying Zhou Xiyin, he could still leap across rooftops and move with incredible speed.

Of course, Xia Linglong's speed was not slow either. Although she was showing signs of falling behind, she was not falling too far behind.

And so, the two chased each other for half an hour, until the flower thief actually left the city and found a mortuary in the middle of nowhere.

"Hmph, you think you can catch me, Pig Demon? Wishful thinking!" The flower thief threw Zhou Xiyin to the ground, turned around and snorted coldly.

After leaving the Zhou residence, he had not seen Lin Ping again, and then drove around the city several times, figuring that Lin Ping could not possibly catch up.

A cold wind blew by, and the thatch in the mortuary rustled. In the very center sat a coffin, which, though empty, was still quite terrifying.

Zhou Xiyin was already terrified, and upon seeing the invisible figure, she immediately broke out in a cold sweat and involuntarily muttered, "Lin Ping, where are you?"

The name a person calls out when they are most helpless is often the name they miss the most and the name they yearn for the most. This shows that Zhou Xiyin has truly fallen in love with Lin Ping.

Pig Sha was a womanizer with a twisted mind. The more he heard the helpless cries of women, the more excited he became.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Pig Demon's eyes were ferocious and lewd.

With a powerful slash of his dagger, he severed the ropes binding Zhou Xiyin, not caring whether she would be injured; speed was his top priority.

Zhou Xiyin was so frightened that she kept crying, feeling utterly helpless.

Previously, she couldn't understand why Miss Li committed suicide, but now she finally does.

This is a woman's chastity, more important than her life!

If I can't save it for the man I love most, then there's no point in living.

At this moment, Zhou Xiyin became stronger. At worst, she would die, which was better than being defiled.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiyin opened her cherry-like mouth and bit the flower thief's arm with all her might.

Although she was a weak woman, her jaw muscles were by no means weak, and she bit through the other person's arm.

Caught off guard, the flower thief screamed and struggled to pull his arm away, only to have a large chunk of flesh bitten off.

"Pah!" Zhou Xiyin spat the flesh from her mouth onto the ground, afraid of soiling her mouth.

"You slut, how dare you bite me!" The flower thief roared in fury, slapping her delicate face, leaving five handprints and causing half of her face to swell and turn red.

Zhou Xiyin's head was buzzing, and bright red blood flowed from her nostrils into her mouth.

"Pooh!"

Even so, Zhou Xiyin still stubbornly spat out a curse, and even said coldly, "Young Master Lin will skin you alive!"

"You bitch, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn!" The lecherous thief slapped her again, this time on her other cheek.

Her once beautiful face has now turned into a pig's head.

To be honest, Zhou Xiyin wished she could become ugly so she wouldn't be humiliated by the flower thief, but she was also afraid that she would be letting Lin Ping down if she became ugly.

In front of Lin Ping, Zhou Xiyin had no pride whatsoever. Only her face was still acceptable; if she became ugly, how could she be worthy of him?

"If you've got the guts, then kill me!" This time, Zhou Xiyin spat in the face of the lecherous thief, just to disgust him, her mind filled with murderous intent and devoid of lust.

She succeeded. Flower thieves are germaphobes and cannot tolerate saliva, let alone phlegm mixed in.

"You slut, I'll grant your wish!" The lecherous thief plunged a knife into Zhou Xiyin's shoulder, his face contorted in a particularly ferocious expression.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain; for Zhou Xiyin, this knife wound was a relief.

"Even if I die, I won't let you touch me," Lin Xinyin said, staggering.

"Is that so?" The flower thief suddenly revealed a strange smile. "Perhaps you don't know, but I'm more interested in the dead."

Clearly, the flower thief's mind was extremely twisted, and his hobbies were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Zhou Xiyin's consciousness gradually blurred, her mind filled with images of Lin Ping, and she no longer cared what the flower thief was saying.

"We are not destined to be together in this life, but I will be your woman in the next." Zhou Xiyin felt a pang of pain in her heart, not because she was blaming Lin Ping, but because she regretted not exercising her rights as husband and wife earlier.

Perhaps she should have taken the initiative that night, perhaps she shouldn't have argued with him so often, perhaps...

But it was all too late.

"It's in that mortuary!" Led by Xia Linglong, Lin Ping had caught up, and his heart ached as if it were being torn apart when he saw Zhou Xiyin being humiliated.

Fortunately, he was about to arrive, and normally Zhou Xiyin could hold on until then.

However, just as Lin Ping was about to rush forward, two more men in black blocked his way, and almost cleaved him and Xia Linglong in two with a single blow.