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

"Boss Lin, please save us! We don't want to go to jail!" The women pleaded with Lin Ping, some even clinging to his legs.

The prefect was incorruptible, and pleading with him was useless. Their only hope lay with Lin Ping. If he would agree, it would become a family matter.

"This is my family matter, no need for the Prefect to concern himself with it," Lin Ping replied irritably, showing no appreciation whatsoever.

"The Prefect is speaking up for my husband, how can you be so rude?" Zhou Xiyin pinched Lin Ping's skin hard, stepping on his foot with her heel.

She knew that Lin Ping had some prejudice against the royal family, but Xia Yeran genuinely helped him and even openly challenged Xia Linglong.

In other words, you, Lin Ping, are just an ordinary citizen. What right do you have to be so dismissive of the prefect?

"Is the government office so quiet? Are you planning to stay and watch me handle my family affairs?" Lin Ping remained indifferent, even giving the order to leave.

Xia Yiran was furious, but he couldn't vent his anger on Lin Ping. He felt somewhat guilty about what had happened before.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiyin is still alive and kicking here. If something had really happened to her, who knows what outrageous things Lin Ping would have done.

The dragon's reverse scale; to touch it is to die.

Jiang Yunying is undoubtedly Lin Ping's Achilles' heel, and Zhou Xiyin can be considered one as well.

"Lin Ping, if you're still a man, you should go see Linglong." Xia Yeran said abruptly before leaving.

Xia Yeran knew about Lin Ping's recent situation and wished she could just tie Lin Ping up, but she was afraid of upsetting her.

She even forbade Xia Yeran from telling Lin Ping about it, but he simply couldn't hold it in any longer.

Even if Xia Linglong had ulterior motives, she shouldn't be punished like this.

How could a grown man punish a little girl?

You can yell at her or even hit her a few times, but you can't give her the silent treatment like this.

Is it the Cold War? Lin Ping didn't think so. He really never wanted to see anyone from the royal family again, including Xia Linglong.

He didn't speak, but his heart seemed to tremble for a moment, a fleeting feeling.

Right now, the most important thing is to help the Zhou family make a comeback, and these needlework skills are a key factor.

"Xiao'e, get a thicker stick and break all their legs!" Lin Ping said coldly, seemingly wanting to... exhaust Wang Xiao'e to death.

She was just a weak girl who had hit two women a few times out of anger. She was already panting heavily, and she probably wouldn't have the strength to do all the needlework.

Upon hearing this, all the needlework girls trembled with fear. They had been owed indentures, so they deserved to have their legs broken. Besides, they were in the wrong first, so they couldn't blame Lin Ping.

Wang Xiao'e was obedient and walked over, wrapping her arms around the thick wooden stick. Even with all her strength, she couldn't lift it.

Did Lin Ping really want to cripple them?

The answer is, of course, no. He's not that ruthless or insane; he's just giving them a piece of advice.

"Boss Lin, please spare us this time! From now on, we will do our best to serve you and never dare to cheat or do anything wrong again!" A needlework girl cried and clung to Lin Ping's leg.

They were all women, and naturally timid. Coupled with the magistrate's threats, they knew what else they could do but beg for mercy.

"Next time? You dare to have a next time?" Lin Ping's face twitched incessantly as he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm deducting your wages for this month. Do you accept that?"

Their monthly wages were nothing to Lin Ping; this was just a form of punishment to teach them a lesson.

If they perform well, they might get double the pay next month.

"No objections, absolutely no objections," the women responded in unison, even the two whose legs had gone numb from the beating nodded.

"What are you standing there for? Get to work!" Lin Ping said, flicking his sleeves, his face once again that of a villain.

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly returned to their work stations, full of energy. The once lifeless weaving workshop was transformed and revitalized, even becoming more efficient, as they were determined to finish everything they had missed.

The two obese women also struggled to their feet, thinking of going back to work.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Ping asked coldly.

"Go weave cloth..." the two answered hesitantly, a small smile appearing on their lips.

"I don't want to see you. Don't show your faces in the weaving workshop for the next seven days!" Lin Ping said angrily.

The two men immediately broke out in a cold sweat, unable to understand what Lin Ping meant.

It seems he's been fired.

However, the indenture is still in his hands, which means that they will not be able to earn a penny within three years and can only stay at home and wait to die.

"Come back to work in seven days." Just as the two men were about to kneel and beg for mercy, Lin Ping said coldly.

He clearly wanted the two men to go home and recover from their injuries, but he had to use the tone of a villain.

There's nothing we can do about it; he's designed to be a villain.

If someone suddenly shows kindness, it would be surprising.

The two men roughly understood Lin Ping's meaning, and slunk away, but did not forget to turn back gratefully.

"This is boring. It looks like the weaving workshop won't be sold." Lin Ping shook his head and said, "Wife, let's go back."

Seeing his serious expression as he pretended to be a bad guy, Zhou Xiyin was both amused and exasperated, and took Lin Ping's hand to walk out the door.

"My husband knew this would happen. Selling the weaving workshop was just a pretext. Humph, he's so wicked," Zhou Xiyin pouted, but she was secretly overjoyed.

Lin Ping helped the Lin family entirely for her sake, which was what Zhou Xiyin cared about most. As for whether the Lin family could make a comeback, it didn't matter, since she wasn't the kind of person who loved money.

On the way back to the old house, Lin Ping deliberately slowed down.

Having finally managed to get Zhou Xiyin out for a stroll, they were bound to buy some things. Rouge and face powder were essential, and gold and silver jewelry could be chosen at will.

He was a true high-class, rich, and handsome man; even in his downfall, he still had ten thousand taels of silver to squander.

Zhou Xiyin originally wanted to be frugal, but then she realized that the weaving workshop was on the right track, so she didn't have to worry about money anymore.

Shopping is a girl's nature, and this has never changed from ancient times to the present.

Lin Ping was a good husband. He was carrying big bags and small bags, and he was exhausted. He even regretted suggesting that they go shopping. Sometimes, you can't spoil a woman. She will become more and more beautiful.

"My dear son-in-law, you're finally back!" Before he even stepped through the gate, Zhou Yecheng had already come over to greet him with a fawning smile.

Clearly, he had heard about the situation at the weaving workshop and once again had confidence in Lin Ping.

“Father didn’t have this attitude yesterday.” Zhou Xiyin glanced at Zhou Yecheng, then took Lin Ping’s hand and said, “Husband, let’s go, let’s ignore him.”