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

The city lord of Jiangcheng naturally invited Lin Ping, who was unaware of Zhou Xiyin's existence.

Zhu Xiaoji dared not speak directly, partly for fear of being beaten, and partly for fear of being rejected.

He was just a rich second-generation, a playboy, and it was a great honor for him to be able to get in touch with the city lord's mansion.

Faced with the personal visit of the City Lord of Jiangcheng, the entire Ping family was honored, and Old Master Zhu was so excited that he almost had a heart attack.

How could he not handle this matter properly?

But knowing Lin Ping's stubborn and inflexible personality, coupled with his bad mood today, directly inviting him would most likely be ineffective.

So, Zhu Xiaoji used his trump card!

Isn't Lin Ping a doting husband? Well, today I'll let you spoil him this once.

I imagine Zhou Xiyin will agree to Zhu Xiaoji's request. We'll see whether you, Lin Ping, go or not.

Zhou Xiyin rolled her eyes, roughly understanding what she meant, and quickly agreed, "Young Master Zhu, please wait a moment while I change my clothes."

Women always like to dress up before going out, especially when they are going to see the city lord, they always want to leave a good impression.

"Hmph, what's so great about a mere city lord? I'll go take a look too." Lin Ping, carrying a wooden stick, spoke in a deep, resonant voice.

How could he let Zhou Xiyin go to see the City Lord of Jiangcheng alone? What if the other party had ill intentions? Or perhaps he would try to coerce or entice her? How could a young girl possibly be a match for the City Lord of Jiangcheng?

As he spoke, Lin Ping strode out, giving Zhou Xiyin no chance to change her clothes.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Xiyin could only follow behind.

"Stay close, don't lose her," Lin Ping said angrily, but he also took Zhou Xiyin's small hand tightly, starting his public display of affection.

Throughout the journey, Zhu Xiaoji coughed incessantly and repeatedly signaled to Lin Ping to keep a low profile.

After all, he is the son-in-law of the city lord of Jiangcheng. Not only did he get married in just a few months, but he also deliberately showed off his affection. Isn't he just asking for trouble?

Lin Ping ignored her and glared angrily at Zhu Xiaoji: "I'll hold my wife's hand and fuck your ass?"

Isn't this just meddling in other people's business? Master Ping hasn't even settled accounts with you yet!

If it weren't for the waiter's interference, Lin Ping would have actually carried the stick inside.

After seeing the two men's invitations, the waiter finally let them in, but his attitude did a complete 180-degree turn. He bowed and called out, "One male guest!"

This is terrible...

Lin Ping was stunned by their invitation method. Even if it was a themed restaurant, it shouldn't be set up like a private club.

This restaurant is one of the best in the entire Yingtian Prefecture; it's not just about having money, it also requires power.

The interior layout and decorations deeply impressed Lin Ping. Like a country bumpkin entering the city, he wanted to look around, touch, and tug at everything.

"Is this candied fruit edible?"

“Those are strings of wood carvings…”

"This chair is well made; there are no gaps at the joints."

"It was carved from a single piece of wood..."

……

The waiter answered Lin Ping's questions with a dry mouth, wondering where he got the invitation from.

Was the girl next to him really not someone he tricked? Why can't I trick someone?

Upon reaching the door of a private room on the top floor, the waiter stopped and respectfully said, "Please come in, gentlemen."

From a distance, Lin Ping could smell a strong, incense-like fragrance, like a spring stream gently flowing into his heart, refreshing and soothing.

Inside the spacious private room, there was an exquisite eight-treasure table with dragons and phoenixes carved on its legs, and many calligraphy and paintings, all by famous artists, hung around it.

The city lord of Jiangcheng sat directly opposite, with only Pang Xingji beside him. Upon seeing Lin Ping, he immediately came out to greet him with a smile, saying, "My dear son-in-law, you've finally arrived."

Despite his kind and approachable smile, Zhou Xiyin still felt an invisible pressure emanating from him—an innate aura, a kingly demeanor.

However, are you sure you didn't learn that from my father?

Upon seeing Lin Ping, he would always greet him with a smile and address him as his worthy son-in-law.

Isn't it tacky? Isn't it boring? It makes Lin Ping seem like everyone in the world's son-in-law.

"This humble woman, Zhou Xiyin, greets Your Excellency the City Lord." Zhou Xiyin bowed slightly in a woman's greeting, her attitude extremely respectful.

She had met some high-ranking officials in the court, whose ranks should be above those of the city lord of Jiangcheng, but their regal aura was not even a tenth as great as his.

This is the power and influence of a regional governor. If he wanted, he could easily become a local emperor, and even the monarch would have to turn a blind eye.

"And who is this?" The city lord of Jiangcheng asked in a drawn-out tone, his sharp eyes fixed on the two people's clasped hands.

That's right, he's jealous. Only my Yunying can hold Lin Ping's big hands.

Zhou Xiyin had already given her name, but the city lord of Jiangcheng was still asking this question, clearly wanting to know the relationship between the two of them.

She was startled, her palms sweating profusely.

What makes her think she can compete with Jiang Yunying? The two are worlds apart, like heaven and earth.

Her little hands kept trying to break free, but Lin Ping held on tighter and tighter.

There are some things that everyone knows: Lin Ping's arrogance is mostly due to the support of the city lord of Jiangcheng.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have offended the other party, and Zhou Xiyin didn't want him to offend the other party either. Letting go was the right choice.

"This is my wife!" Lin Ping said without hesitation, his cold eyes meeting those of the Jiangcheng City Lord directly.

The meaning of "wife" is quite clear: first, she must be formally married; second, she must be the lady of the house.

Jiang Yunying was Lin Ping's wife, and Zhou Xiyin is Lin Ping's wife now. Even if he remarries, she can only be a concubine.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Xiyin's heart was pounding, and she even stepped on Lin Ping's toes with her heel, hoping that he would change his mind in time.

This will not only harm himself, but also her.

Zhou Xiyin wasn't the only one worried; even Zhu Xiaoji and Pang Xingji were sweating bullets for him.

Although Jiang Yunying has left, the City Lord's Mansion still wants to possess Lin Ping. Now that he has married someone else, he has shattered the City Lord's wishes, which is not a wise choice.

The city lord of Jiangcheng's eyes were indeed cold. His mind raced, and he suddenly burst into laughter, saying to Zhou Xiyin in a kind and friendly manner, "What a good girl. This boy is lucky to have her."

He nodded repeatedly, and his kind eyes didn't seem to be feigned.

He felt guilty towards Lin Ping and hoped that he could get out of Jiang Yunying's shadow. Zhou Xiyin's appearance was just the right thing to soothe Lin Ping's anger.

In this way, Lin Ping's hatred for the City Lord's Mansion will be greatly reduced, and perhaps he can sit down and have a good talk with him.

"This young man is my son-in-law, and you are his wife. In a way, you are also my daughter." The Lord of Jiangcheng said with a smile, "If you don't mind, from today onwards, you will be my goddaughter. You can return to Jiangcheng Prefecture with your father at a later date. Of course, you can bring your family along. You can choose any house you like and do any business you like."