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

For several days in a row, Lin Ping took care of Zhao Ritian. Regardless of how great his contribution was, he was at least loyal.

Lin Ping was moved by this loyalty. To be honest, he and Zhao Ritian were not related by blood; at most, they had a nominal master-disciple relationship. Lin Ping had not devoted much energy to teaching and guiding Zhao Ritian.

Even so, Zhao Ritian still had both legs broken in order to protect Xuanjitang.

Lin Ping values ​​relationships most, and this friendship deserves his personal care and is worth sharing without reservation.

Perhaps one day Lin Ping will return to Jiangcheng Prefecture, or perhaps he will travel back in time and no longer be able to protect Zhao Ritian. But if the other party learns real skills from him, he can still thrive even without him.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

"You brat, get well soon," Lin Ping said, cursing.

Zhao Ritian felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that Lin Ping cared about him, and replied, "Master Ping, are you concerned about me?"

The obnoxious voice gave Lin Ping goosebumps. He even felt that Zhao Ritian had some connection with the brokerage boss.

This guy definitely has the potential to be gay.

"I do care about you," Lin Ping said sarcastically, looking at Zhao Ritian's thigh with ill intent. "My twelve gold nails are still inside, and I need to find a way to remove them."

Zhao Ritian shuddered, naturally recalling the pain he felt when his thigh was cut open that day. He doubted he could endure it if it were cut again.

Furthermore, is he more concerned with people or with money?

“That’s all of Master Ping’s savings. I can’t sleep or eat properly if I don’t take it out,” Lin Ping added, answering Zhao Ritian’s question.

Yes, he cares about money.

This is understandable. Counting the servants of the Zhou family, there are more than twenty people waiting for Lin Ping to support them, and all his money has been exchanged for gold nails. It is really necessary to take them out.

Zhao Ritian was utterly speechless, and even hoped that he would never get better, and that even if he did, he should pretend that everything was fine.

But will this really work? Lin Ping is a miracle doctor; how could he not see the extent of his injuries?

Pretending to be lame is useless. Once his left and right eyes are activated, he can see even the nerves clearly. Zhao Ritian can't exactly say that his brain is damaged and he can't control his legs, can he?

"My dear son-in-law, when are we going to buy back the Zhou family mansion?" Zhou Yecheng was extremely anxious. If Zhou Xiyin hadn't stopped him, he probably would have rushed in three days ago to ask for an explanation.

The Zhou family mansion is a place with excellent feng shui. Selling it for 50,000 taels of silver would definitely result in a loss. A broker could make 20,000 to 30,000 taels just by reselling it. He was really afraid that he would miss out on the Zhou family mansion.

"Have you prepared ten thousand taels of silver?" Lin Ping replied unhurriedly.

“This…” Zhou Yecheng shook his head helplessly. He really didn’t understand what Lin Ping meant.

Maybe he was lying, but I know he can't come up with ten thousand taels of silver.

“Father, can’t you give him some time? He’s been busy treating Xiaotian’s injuries these past few days, how can he have time to manage the affairs of the house?” Zhou Xiyin said with a displeased expression, even feeling ashamed because of him.

If you don't have the ability to take back the house yourself, why ask others to hurry up? Is this how you beg for help?

“I’m just anxious, aren’t I? Duan Xiu is a greedy man. He might sell the house any day. That’s what your mother risked her life to save.” Zhou Yecheng swallowed and prepared to play the emotional card.

He knew Lin Ping had a way to buy back the house, but he just didn't want to bother. He also knew that Lin Ping listened to Zhou Xiyin and deliberately brought up her sad story.

Zhou Yecheng was not lying; the Zhou family mansion was indeed something Zhou Xiyin's mother regarded as her life.

Back then, Zhou Yecheng was broke, and his family lived in a cramped old house, even relying on Zhou Xiyin's maternal grandfather for help.

Later, the two started a business together and earned a lot of money, which enabled them to build the Zhou Mansion.

Later, Zhou Xiyin's mother passed away due to overwork, and this house became her only remaining memory.

"Young Master Lin..." Zhou Xiyin's soft voice trembled incessantly in her throat. She really didn't know how to address Lin Ping, or even how to address him.

Calling him by his given name would be impolite, and calling him "husband" might offend him, so I can only address him as Young Master Lin.

"Give me a month, and I will definitely buy back the Zhou family mansion intact." Lin Ping's seemingly cold voice was full of tenderness. He added at the end, "Also, from now on, I hope you will call me husband!"

"Oh..." Zhou Xiyin responded obediently, a sweet warmth welling up inside her.

She knew that Lin Ping was a man of his word, and he would always do what he promised her, so the Zhou family would definitely be taken back.

The last sentence made Zhou Xiyin blush; she had finally found the right way to address Lin Ping.

"Master Ping, you don't need to serve me every day. You should go and deal with those guys. They didn't show you any mercy." Zhao Ritian gripped the headboard with both hands, anxiously preparing to get up.

During his absence, countless people took advantage of his misfortune, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Now that Lin Ping is back, he should teach them a lesson and let them know how many eyes Lord Ma has, but he remains unmoved and just does the hard and tiring work.

"The cycle of karma will eventually come," Lin Ping said calmly, before going to personally prepare the medicine.

Not to mention Zhou Xiyin, even Li Mingxuan felt sorry for her.

"How about we go to Xuanji Hall and cause a scene?" Li Mingxuan muttered to himself, hoping that his legs would be broken so that he could get special treatment from his son-in-law.

This terrible thought immediately startled him. Although it felt good to be taken care of by his son-in-law, there was no need to risk everything. What if he couldn't be cured?

Besides, he no longer had the money to replace the gold nails.

"Yinyin, you should try to persuade him. If this drags on, he'll only be waiting to die." Zhou Yecheng was even more anxious. A month was far too long. He feared that this was just a stopgap measure by Lin Ping.

"I believe him!" Zhou Xiyin said coldly, refusing to say a word in his defense.

If you're so capable, go and take that house back yourself! What kind of ability is it to make things difficult for my husband?

If it weren't for my husband's doting love for me, how could I have said a single word to you!

That elbow is bent outwards so badly...

Lin Ping cooked dinner himself. Faced with the delicious food, no one had any appetite except Zhou Xiyin, who ate quietly and with relish.

A wise man keeps away from the kitchen; surely Lin Ping won't be so despondent that he'll only do housework.

“My good son-in-law, let the servants do this kind of rough and tiring work. You should teach them a lesson and take back Xuanji Hall as soon as possible.” Zhou Yecheng finally couldn’t help but speak up, almost telling him to take back the Zhou family mansion immediately.

Lin Ping was eating with his head down when he heard this. Without even looking up, he said, "Xuanji Hall originally belonged to someone else. Why should I take it back?"

"Ugh……"

Zhou Yecheng kept shaking his head, so angry he almost slammed the door and left.

"That was the last thing your mother left for your father. Don't be angry with him," Zhou Xiyin gently advised, genuinely disappointed in her father.

"It's alright." Lin Ping smiled and shook his head, using his chopsticks to remove the grains of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth.