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

"Can you help me up?" Zhou Xiyin said softly, bracing herself against the bed frame with her arms, clearly trying to sit up.

Seeing that her wound was about to burst open, Lin Ping wrapped his arms around her and carefully helped her, finally scolding her with dissatisfaction, "Stupid woman, do you know how dangerous this is?"

"I know," Zhou Xiyin smiled sweetly.

"Then why are you moving around like that?" Lin Ping said angrily, wondering what she was thinking. Why did she have to sit up for no reason?

"Because I also know that you won't let me get hurt." Zhou Xiyin's sweet smile was full of happiness.

She did have a reason to sit up. Besides, she also wanted to see how much Lin Ping cared about her. She got the answer she wanted from his nervous eyes and was very satisfied.

This solidified Zhou Xiyin's inner thoughts.

"Could you help me go for a walk?" Zhou Xiyin continued.

This request is excessive. The wound hasn't fully healed yet, and even the slightest movement could cause bleeding. Lin Ping is a doctor; he can't let him act recklessly.

She didn't argue, but instead moved her lower legs down, and because her center of gravity was forward, she fell down.

This action startled Lin Ping, who hugged her again and stood up.

"Foolish woman, do you really not want to live anymore?" Lin Ping angrily accused, his cold expression unable to conceal his inner concern.

Held in Lin Ping's arms, their bodies pressed together, Zhou Xiyin's heart pounded, and even her breathing became heavy.

This was the first time she had been so close to a man; if they weren't in a nominal marriage, she would have screamed.

"Wan'er, help me out." Zhou Xiyin used the last of her strength to push Lin Ping away, her face burning hot.

When Wan'er arrived after hearing the news, she saw Zhou Xiyin walking with trembling steps and gave a strange smile. "Hmph, the young master doesn't understand the young lady at all. How can he make her suffer like this on their wedding night?"

Lin Ping scratched his head, completely unable to understand what Wan'er meant, but he felt that she was making a suggestive joke.

Zhou Xiyin, whose face was already burning, was so shy that her cheeks were practically dripping with water. She said angrily, "I'll tear your mouth apart, you little brat."

"Wan'er knows she was wrong. Of course, Miss is on the side of the young master," Wan'er said with a grin, showing no intention of apologizing whatsoever.

And so, Wan'er helped Zhou Xiyin's frail body out the door.

"Silly woman, just take a walk. Where are you going?" Lin Ping asked, puzzled. He had a feeling that she was going on a long trip.

Can you blame Zhou Xiyin for this? A woman who was divorced on the second day of her marriage, how could she have the face to stay in the mansion? She might as well find a big tree and kill herself.

“Of course I’m going home,” Zhou Xiyin said casually.

Lin Ping stepped forward and touched her forehead, muttering, "Your forehead isn't hot, how did you get brain damage from the fever?"

This is the Zhou family mansion, her home since childhood, yet now she's walking out and saying she's going home.

"You're the silly one," Zhou Xiyin pouted and replied unhappily, "Xuanji Hall is our home, this is my maternal home!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping immediately shuddered, wondering if this woman had even listened to him. He reiterated: I'm married! My heart belongs to Jiang Yunying!

Before Lin Ping could speak, Zhou Xiyin covered his mouth with her delicate hand, shook her head and said, "Divorcing a wife on the second day of marriage is not the act of a gentleman. It will leave a bad reputation. It would be better for me to hold the position for her and withdraw when she comes back. Of course, you can divorce me anytime."

These words, though seemingly casual, actually contained a great deal of grievance in Zhou Xiyin's heart.

She knew she couldn't win Lin Ping's heart, and perhaps not even his body, but so what? An occasional act of kindness from him could make her happy for half a day.

“Foolish woman…” Lin Ping’s voice choked up a little. He knew Zhou Xiyin’s purpose in doing this.

Divorce requires a reason. Divorcing one's wife on the second day of the wedding without cause would be a stain on Lin Ping's reputation, making it difficult for him to advance in his official career.

To clear his name, Zhou Xiyin chose to sacrifice herself, even if it meant wasting the best years of her life on him.

“But there’s one thing you need to understand…” Zhou Xiyin suddenly gave a chilling smile, which sent a shiver down Lin Ping’s spine.

He was certain he had underestimated the other party, but since things had come to this point, he should agree to whatever the conditions were.

"Can I divorce my wife now..." Lin Ping asked in a low voice.

"No!" Zhou Xiyin refused outright, decisively, then smiled smugly, "From now on, all the money in the house will be under my control!"

Is the power over finances about to be handed over?

Lin Ping was unwilling! But he didn't dare to refuse, because the other party was not a gentle and weak little girl; when she got angry, she would even hit him.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to do the math..." Lin Ping muttered to himself.

To be honest, he didn't have much of a feeling for money; it was just a number. But the number was too big, and it changed quite a bit every day. He was really worried that Zhou Xiyin would overwork herself by keeping accounts.

Sweet nothings are occasional, but arguments are the norm. This is part of the fun in a marriage.

Think about it: are those couples who treat each other with utmost respect and live in perfect harmony truly happy?

The woman held the food plate up to the man's eyebrows and said respectfully, "Husband, please eat."

The man returned the courtesy with the same gesture, saying, "My lady, please go first."

Husband first.

First, my wife...

Then, these two people starved to death...

The saying "Spare the rod and spoil the child" holds true. If Jiang Yunying hadn't frequently given Lin Ping a good beating, how could she have earned his deep affection?

"My dear son-in-law, Yinyin, where are you going?" Zhou Yecheng jogged over with a fawning smile, finally removing his large hand that had been covering his eyes.

Her eyes kept scanning Lin Ping, nodding in approval. This son-in-law is pleasing to the eye!

"Yinyin and I are going back to Xuanji Hall," Lin Ping replied.

Since Zhou Xiyin woke up, Lin Ping's mood has improved considerably, and he is no longer so emotional about people and things.

"These two thousand taels of silver are the congratulatory gifts we received yesterday. My dear son-in-law, please have someone take them back," Zhou Yecheng said generously.

He knew perfectly well that most people had only come to offer their congratulations yesterday because of Lin Ping, and the money from these gifts should belong to Lin Ping.

Even though he loved money, he didn't want to upset Lin Ping, lest it affect his business.

"Father-in-law, what are you saying? I haven't given the bride price for marrying Yinyin yet." As he spoke, Lin Ping took out five silver notes from his pocket, each with a face value of ten thousand taels.

"Fifty thousand taels?" Zhou Yecheng's mouth was wide enough to fit a fist, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Even for him, 50,000 taels was still a considerable sum; that would have been enough to buy a lot of salt.

"Hmph, no way! Father hasn't given his daughter a dowry yet!" Zhou Xiyin snatched the silver note, quickly stuffed it into her bosom, and said with a displeased expression.

Lin Ping's money is managed by her, how can she just give it to someone else? It's safest to keep it in her own pocket.