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

When he returned to the Lin residence, it was already past noon. Looking at the familiar bricks and tiles, his heart still tightened.

He originally thought that he was all alone in Jiangcheng Prefecture and had nothing to miss or care about, since Lin Fugui was not his real parents anyway.

Perhaps it was the warmth of this family that touched him, or perhaps it was some emotion left in the mind of the original owner; in any case, Lin Ping had become inseparable from the Lin family.

As the president of the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce, Lin Fugui is very busy every day, leaving early and returning late. Fortunately, he has a high income to support him, otherwise his thin body would probably have collapsed long ago.

Lin's mother sat alone in the yard sewing clothes, muttering to herself, "I wonder how my son is doing, whether he has lost weight, or whether he is sick."

He had intended to give Lin's mother a fright, so he quietly hid behind the roof. But when these words clearly reached his ears, his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

"Who is this dress made for? Let me try it on." Lin Ping walked over with his nose in the air and snatched the half-sewn dress from his mother's hands.

The clothes fit Lin Ping perfectly, and he looked breezy in them, except that the right half of the garment was ripped.

Even with her eyes closed, Lin's mother could accurately estimate his figure; every piece of clothing fit him perfectly.

Upon seeing that familiar figure, Lin's mother's eyes welled up with tears, which streamed down her face as she exclaimed joyfully, "My son is back! My son is back!"

Her joyful expression, like a sparrow flitting about, was far beyond her years, which fully demonstrated how happy she was.

"What are you crying for? Did someone in your family die?" Lin Ping said coldly.

He knew that persuasion was useless and would only make Lin's mother cry even more, so he had to resort to this extreme method.

"Pah, pah, pah, that's bad luck." Lin's mother hurriedly wiped away her tears, but then felt she shouldn't speak to Lin Ping so loudly, so she changed it to, "My son's return is a great joy. It's all my fault for crying like that."

Before the two could even begin to speak properly, a white figure suddenly darted out from the inner courtyard, appearing before Lin Ping without even bothering to sheathe his longsword.

"Brother is back, hahaha, brother is back!" Lin Xiaomei kept doing somersaults in the air, not just like a sparrow, but practically like one.

"What are you jumping around for? Trying to confuse me?" Lin Ping said irritably, glancing at Lin Xiaomei involuntarily.

Lin Xiaomei, who was doing a somersault in the air, froze instantly. Ignoring the risk of landing on her back first, she fell straight down.

My elder brother's words are like imperial edicts; there's no reason not to listen.

Is this kid out of his mind? Is he really not going to die from a fall?

Lin Ping felt sorry for her.

"Where did you go while I was gone?" Lin Ping questioned. He always felt that Lin Xiaomei was a restless girl and might have gotten into a fight again.

"My little sister is very obedient; she hasn't left the backyard for the past few months," Lin Xiaomei replied, getting up from the ground with a wronged expression.

Before he left, he told Lin Xiaomei to take good care of his parents. He never expected that this girl would actually stay in the backyard for several months. Doesn't she get sores on her feet?

If it were Lin Ping, he probably would have. But Lin Xiaomei was the opposite; she didn't just stay in bed for months, but made sword practice her main task.

"How's your swordsmanship?" Lin Ping asked, nodding with satisfaction.

"Hehe... I'm not as shameless as my sister-in-law." Lin Xiaomei replied in a low voice, knowing that she was far inferior to Jiang Yunying in strength.

To progress from the White Lotus realm to the Black Lotus realm requires not only hard work but also talent. It's already quite an achievement for someone as young as Lin to become a White Lotus.

Lin Ping felt that this statement was somewhat awkward, but couldn't find any fault with it, so he simply skipped the question of who was more despicable.

"You brat, hurry up and inform Lin Fugui!" Lin's mother said angrily, her attitude completely opposite to that towards Lin Ping.

Lin Xiaomei also realized she had done something wrong, and just as she was about to leave, she suddenly thought of something: "Xiaomei, may I leave?"

puff……

Lin Ping was practically spitting blood; this was far too obedient.

She's far superior to those beautiful women outside; she doesn't need to be coaxed at all, and every word she says is like a royal decree.

"This is a one-time exception," Lin Ping said in a low voice.

He won't stay at home for long; at most, he'll come back to visit. The burden of protecting his parents still falls on Lin Xiaomei's shoulders.

He followed Lin's mother into the house and found that the whole world was filled with brocade and gorgeous clothes, all of which looked exactly like they were made from the same mold.

The rest of the time was Lin Ping's personal show. He kept changing clothes and striking poses. If he had a camera, he would have filled up the memory card.

He is a man who loves beauty, not only beautiful women but also himself. He can't let this most handsome face in the world go to waste.

About fifteen minutes later, Lin Xiaomei dragged Lin Fugui by the arm and barged in, only to be scolded again.

Lin Fugui saw that Lin Ping's expression was no less than that of his mother, almost as if he were announcing it to the whole world.

My son is back!

Nothing is more important than Lin Ping. Yipinju can temporarily close down. Besides, he has already found a capable assistant who can manage the business with ease.

Lin Ping wasn't concerned about Yipinju's business, but rather about the sweet potatoes he left behind before leaving.

"Old man, did you plant those sweet potatoes according to my method?" Lin Ping asked, sitting upright on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, as if he were interrogating a criminal.

"It's planted, it's planted! All 20,000 mu of land has been planted. Now it's all green and beautiful. I just don't know what will grow there." Lin Fugui answered repeatedly, afraid that Lin Ping would get angry.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping almost burst out laughing.

How could someone dare to cultivate 20,000 mu of land without even knowing what it grows? What if they lose everything? Wouldn't that be a waste of a year's harvest?

This fully demonstrates his status at home; if he gives an order, they will do anything to complete it, even at the cost of their lives.

Lin Ping wanted to go to the fields to check the situation himself, as this was his foundation. However, as darkness fell, he didn't have the ability to scale walls and roofs. Even if he went to the fields, he would probably only see pitch blackness.

The father and son were talking about business with great interest, and Lin Fugui was occasionally criticized, making him seem like a child who had made a mistake.

There was no way around it; in Lin Ping's eyes, all business practices were problematic. He wished he had three heads and six arms so he could do everything himself.

Lin's mother started preparing the meal early, almost turning the family banquet into a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Lin Fugui brought out his treasured wine, wanting to have a good drink with Lin Ping.

Even though he still had that unruly personality, and even some disrespect for elders, Lin Fugui was still very satisfied, and kept praising, "My son has grown up and become sensible."

The father and son were drinking at the table, while Lin's mother was busy in the kitchen. Lin's younger sister was watching with longing, her mouth watering.

Just as the two were enjoying their drinks, the doorman loudly announced, "The City Lord has arrived!"