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

Whenever Jiang Yunying is mentioned, Lin Ping will talk on and on, taking the opportunity to reminisce about her.

Zhou Xiyin lay on her side on the bed, her back to him, and responded with a disjointed "Oh..."

"That day, my wife and I fought a fierce battle against the disciples of Lotus Palace for three hundred rounds. It was a battle that shook the heavens and the earth. I was my wife's eyes, and she was a sharp blade..."

"Bang bang bang, biubiubiu, tut tut tut..."

"Wow, you're so amazing."

Silvery moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating two figures along with a sliver of candlelight.

Lin Ping became more and more excited as he spoke, while Zhou Xiyin grew increasingly sleepy.

"Enough!" Her voice was shrill.

Lin Ping, who was engrossed in his own world, was startled and looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

"I'm a little sleepy," Zhou Xiyin said softly, not wanting to talk to Lin Ping at all.

"It's only just nightfall? How come I'm already sleepy?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, wondering if his story hadn't been interesting enough.

Typical Husky thought process: You destroy the house and get hit by your owner, but you think you were hit because you didn't destroy it well enough.

Over the next few days, Lin Ping became very busy, going out of town every day to buy salt.

Wealthy businessmen would arrive early every day, turning this once-empty place into a gathering area for the rich.

Zhu Xiaoji would deliver a thousand shi of salt every day, first selling it to Lin Ping at a high price, and then selling it to wealthy merchants at a low price, with the price decreasing day by day.

Three days later, the price of salt fell below thirty taels of silver per shi (a unit of dry measure), and the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office panicked, trying to sell at break-even, but ultimately met with repeated setbacks.

Lin Ping sells for thirty taels, and you're selling for one hundred and twenty taels? Isn't that ridiculous?

Even officials shouldn't bully people like this. If you're so capable, try pulling it yourself, and I guarantee I'll spit it all over your face.

Lin Ping already owed the City Lord's Mansion 500,000 taels of silver and could be eliminated at any time, but he became the God of Wealth for the wealthy merchants of Yingtian Prefecture, who flattered him with sweet words and praised him from time to time.

Zhou Yecheng no longer wanted to know any of this news. Lying on his bed, barely alive, he felt like he was about to die and wished he could sell off his son-in-law, even give him away for free.

This isn't a golden bachelor; he's a bottomless pit, a spendthrift.

Zhou Xiyin was feeling down. She wasn't worried about the money, but she felt increasingly distant from Lin Ping, a distance that was growing between them emotionally.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Zhou Xiyin suddenly said this while lying in bed at night.

Lin Ping was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Get out, you stinky man!" Zhou Xiyin slammed the pillow down on him and screamed loudly, tears streaming down her face in stark contrast to her fury.

"What kind of show is this?" Lin Ping said aggrievedly, "Weren't you sleepy? You've been going to bed early these past few days, and I haven't had a chance to talk to you."

Three days ago, Zhou Xiyin went to bed early for the first time, and he didn't think much of it. After Zhou Xiyin continued to go to bed early, Lin Ping became a little worried. He even checked her body when she wasn't paying attention and was relieved after finding that she had no illness.

She's probably exhausted; she should rest early.

He was a modern man who stayed up all night reading novels and was used to going to bed late. But Zhou Xiyin was an ancient woman who didn't even have electric lights. The most common activity she did at night was making love. But he refused to do it with her and insisted on going to bed early and getting up early.

So Lin Ping's answer is fine; that's how straight men are.

Although he felt wronged, he still followed Zhou Xiyin's instructions and left the room with a thin blanket.

"Idiot!" Zhou Xiyin cursed inwardly, wondering if Lin Ping was truly stupid, or at least emotionally naive.

One person was angry, another felt wronged; in short, this night was far from peaceful.

Perhaps out of spite, or perhaps simply to sleep in, the two opened their doors together when the sun was high in the sky, and happened to bump into each other.

"Hmph!" The two turned their heads at the same time and closed the door simultaneously.

The young lady and her husband have had a fight.

Wan'er looked worried, but didn't know how to mediate the fight.

Arguing is good; it helps to strengthen the bond between people.

This little girl is precocious; she understands matters of the heart better than Lin Ping does.

"Young master, there is a young gentleman outside requesting an audience," the doorman hurriedly reported.

The other party was dressed elegantly and looked nervous, so it must be something important.

"No!" Lin Ping refused outright; he didn't want to see anyone when he was in a bad mood.

"Wait, if the person who comes can get this stupid woman to talk to me, then I might be able to meet her." Just as the doorman was about to reply to the other party, Lin Ping continued.

"This request... isn't it a bit abrupt?" A big question mark appeared on the doorman's forehead.

What kind of nonsense is this? Guests have to speak with the hostess first before she can even ask them to see him.

This seems to be going in the opposite direction.

I just don't understand, I just don't understand, my son-in-law's way of thinking is always so... strange and eccentric.

The doorman was in a dilemma. He knocked on Zhou Xiyin's door, and when she came out, he didn't know how to describe it. Should he explain everything clearly? He was afraid he would be beaten to death.

"There's a handsome young man outside who wants to see Miss," the doorman said with a grin.

Would Zhou Xiyin be such an unreserved person? Besides, is it really appropriate to go to a young lady's door seeking an audience? She probably isn't a good person either.

So Zhou Xiyin angrily said, "Where is it? Take me there right now!"

Lin Ping eavesdropped through the crack in the door and was immediately enraged.

"Hmph, I'd like to see just how handsome he is." Lin Ping stormed out, his eyes clearly blazing with murderous intent.

Seeing his comical appearance, Zhou Xiyin chuckled.

"He still cares about me quite a bit," she chuckled to herself.

Jealousy can be a lubricant in relationships; if used well, it can firmly capture the other person's heart.

Lin Ping went out the door carrying a stick, which immediately made Zhu Xiaoji tremble with fear.

Could it be that he did something wrong these past two days? Or perhaps Lin Ping guessed his purpose.

"So you're that handsome young master? You're the one looking for my wife?" Lin Ping didn't care who he was, a cold smile on his lips, as he raised the stick high.

Zhu Xiaoji felt a chill run down his spine. How could he dare to have any improper thoughts about Zhou Xiyin? He was more wronged than Chang'e.

"Stop!" Zhou Xiyin shouted angrily, "Young Master Zhu is a guest, how can you act like a savage, hitting people indiscriminately?"

She glanced at Lin Ping with disdain, but a warmth welled up inside her. If she hadn't known Zhu Xiaoji's identity, she probably would have let Lin Ping take action.

Why is my husband jealous? It means he loves me!

Never offend a petty person; falling in love with a woman is truly terrifying.

Zhu Xiaoji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly, "We're brothers, this was just a joke!"

"Young Master Zhu, what brings you here?" Zhou Xiyin asked.

The time before last, the salt mines were in trouble; the time before that, the salt merchants were in trouble; and this time, someone will probably run into trouble too.

"The City Lord wishes to have a conversation with Miss Zhou in person," Zhu Xiaoji said politely, completely ignoring Lin Ping, this savage.