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

"Where did this idiot come from? Can't you see how much my wife hates you?" Lin Ping cursed inwardly.

From Zhou Xiyin's helpless gaze, Lin Ping knew that she didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Since I'm accompanying my wife out for a walk to relax, there's no need to cause any unpleasantness.

He kindly reached out and shook hands with the other person.

These hands were meant for holding his wife's hand. He disliked the rough hands of men and wanted to withdraw them lightly, but the other party secretly increased the pressure.

The opponent was a genuine martial arts graduate, possessing considerable skill. In terms of sheer strength, Lin Ping was definitely at a disadvantage.

"You're courting death!" A strange, cold glint flashed in Lin Ping's right eye, piercing Xue Chenkai's eyes like an electric current coursing through every pore of his body.

Bangdang...

Xue Chenkai slumped into a chair, like a limp, dead dog, his eyes glazed over and covered in cold sweat.

In that instant, he seemed to see the nightmare of hell, a gaping maw that would devour him alive, chewing even his bones to shreds.

The fear of walking through hell is nothing more than this.

The two attendants beside him were startled and immediately helped him up, glaring angrily at Lin Ping, but he kept his head down and continued looking at the menu.

"Waiter, one order of shredded pork with garlic sauce, one order of Kung Pao chicken, and one order of Mapo tofu, with extra chili." Lin Ping didn't even glance at Xue Chenkai, and seriously ordered the food.

"You brat, do you have a death wish? How dare you hurt my young master." Two menacing servants strode toward Lin Ping, their fists, as big as sandbags, clenched together.

These two men were burly and strong, clearly trained fighters. One punch from them could shatter a table. If it landed on Lin Ping's head, he would suffer a concussion at best, and die at worst.

"Add more Sichuan peppercorns," Lin Ping said to the waiter in a string, completely ignoring his two attendants.

"Huh? Are you talking to me?" Lin Ping seemed to have just noticed their presence and asked in confusion.

"I think you're really tired of living. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know my family runs a dye shop." One of them swung his fist in a wide arc, creating gusts of wind around him, his aura intimidating.

Zhou Xiyin was startled. She was just a weak woman and had never seen such a brutal scene. She spread her arms to protect Lin Ping and asked, "Young Master Xue, what do you want to do?"

Knowing that Xue Chenkai had long admired Zhou Xiyin, the two attendants dared not make a move against her and hesitated for a moment.

"Stop! Young Master Lin is so delicate, how can you hurt him? Besides, he's hiding behind Sister Xiyin." Xue Chenkai snapped out of his daze and said condescendingly, as if these two could really hurt Lin Ping.

His words were insidious, implying that Lin Ping was a gigolo and that I had no ability whatsoever, while also suggesting that he hid behind a woman and needed her protection.

The feudal ideology was deeply ingrained in the Wu Kingdom, and men who hid behind women were despised.

As expected, these words immediately attracted a crowd, who pointed at Lin Ping and said, "He's shameless, hiding behind a woman."

"Judging from his fair and clean appearance, he's probably a live-in son-in-law. Even his children have to take the woman's surname. He's a disgrace to his parents."

"This girl is not only beautiful but also from a well-to-do family. Even if she were to find a son-in-law, she shouldn't be interested in this pretty boy."

The crowd chimed in, nearly drowning Lin Ping in their spittle.

"Some people are just sour grapes. What's wrong with being protected by my wife? I like this feeling." Lin Ping didn't care what others said at all. He held Zhou Xiyin's hand and sat down again, ignoring her once more.

"This is immoral and disgraceful; people's hearts have changed!" Upon seeing Lin Ping's behavior, the crowd once again expressed their disdain.

Xue Chenkai thought that these words would anger Lin Ping, causing him to attack him first, and then he could take the opportunity to cripple or even kill him.

He was acting in self-defense, so even if he killed someone, it wouldn't matter. Besides, his father was rich, and he himself was a martial arts graduate. With some tact, he could avoid going to jail.

Lin Ping did not grant his wish.

"Sister Xiyin, what's so great about this country bumpkin? Come eat with me. This is all delicacies from land and sea. This one table alone costs a hundred taels of silver, which some people probably can't earn in a lifetime," Xue Chenkai said contemptuously, finally resorting to using his illustrious family background to intimidate her.

“Look at Young Master Xue, he spends a hundred taels of silver on a single meal. And look at this poor lad, how can he compare to him?”

"Exactly, this girl must be blind to have married him."

Everyone felt sorry for Zhou Xiyin.

Lin Ping's good mood had been half ruined, and he said coldly to everyone, "Did I f***ing eat your rice?"

The crowd was puzzled, but they knew to shake their heads; they had indeed not given Lin Ping any rice.

"Get out! You fly-like thing!" Lin Ping said angrily.

These words drew criticism from others: "Why are you so fierce? People who are poor have big tempers. Look at Young Master Xue, so gentle and refined. They are worlds apart."

Xue Chenkai remained silent, patiently watching Lin Ping make a fool of himself. This way of humiliating him was even more satisfying than directly attacking him.

If Zhou Xiyin were a woman with a competitive spirit, she wouldn't have chosen Lin Ping.

"I'm sorry, I don't like eating those delicacies." Zhou Xiyin nestled against Lin Ping like a little bird, afraid that he would be angry.

Even if the whole world thinks you can't do it, I think you can. The reason is simple: they haven't tried.

Lin Ping stroked Zhou Xiyin's long hair, his eyes filled with ambiguity, almost making Xue Chenkai so angry he vomited blood.

"Another plate of spicy crayfish, please!" Lin Ping snapped his fingers and ordered.

"Alright!" the waiter replied with a smile.

Spicy crayfish? He actually wants to eat Mingyuelou's signature dish?

Everyone was astonished. Spicy crayfish was not only Mingyuelou's signature dish, but also its most expensive dish, costing one hundred taels of silver for just one plate, and only one serving was available each day.

You think this dish is too expensive? Well, I'm sorry, there's a long queue, and you'll have to wait several months to eat it next time.

This dish requires a waiting list.

This flavor is enough to make the neighbor's kid drool; it's no wonder it's so expensive.

Xue Chenkai originally wanted to order a plate, but was told that it was sold out for the day and the reservation slots were already booked until next year.

In other words, he won't be able to taste this flavor this year.

When Lin Ping wanted to eat spicy crayfish, everyone mocked him, and some even said that if this poor kid could eat spicy crayfish, they would eat the plate.

The man chewed on his plate, completely puzzled.

Most people remained skeptical, thinking that perhaps he had secretly bribed the waiter to help him put on a good show.

However, a moment later, the waiter actually brought out a plate of bright red and golden spicy crayfish, which smelled incredibly fragrant, and placed it in front of Lin Ping with a smile. "Please enjoy, sir. There will be more if you're not satisfied!"

"Didn't you say that today's spicy crayfish were sold out?" Xue Chenkai grabbed the waiter's collar and asked angrily.

"That's right, it was sold to this young master." The waiter replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, showing no fear of the other party.