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

A pair of wide-open eyes betrayed Meng Qingge's doubts, not only because of the aroma of tea, but also because of the old man's mental state.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling?" Meng Qingge suddenly asked.

Only after she asked him that did the old man realize that he had given himself away. He couldn't let Meng Qingge know that his condition had improved.

"Grandpa knows you're unwilling, but this illness is incurable. Being able to drink such sweet and fragrant tea before you're buried is enough to make you have no regrets." The old man once again showed a listless expression.

"I will definitely help Grandpa find a miracle doctor," Meng Qingge said stubbornly.

Seeing her earnest expression, the old man couldn't bear it. The divine doctor was right in front of him; why bother looking for him?

But he promised not to reveal Lin Ping's identity, so he could only keep Meng Qingge in the dark.

Her eyes were a little moist, and her voice had become a little hoarse, which only added to her charm.

“Young Master Lin, I owe you a request,” Meng Qingge said softly.

As previously agreed, if Lin Ping could brew a more fragrant and mellow tea soup using these loose tea leaves than with tea cakes, then the other party would have to grant Lin Ping a request.

"No rush, let me think it over first." Is Lin Ping the kind of person who would take advantage of someone in distress?

Directly asking to have sex?

He'd probably get beaten to death.

Lin Ping is a pro at manipulating girls; he wants to make them owe him more and more favors.

This would at least increase opportunities for contact, and Lin Ping understood the principle that feelings can develop over time.

unless……

"Young Master Lin..." Meng Qingge lowered her voice even further, her face as red as a burning cloud.

"Conquered by my beauty? Sorry, I might have to occupy this room for two minutes." Lin Ping thought to himself, wondering where to put the old man.

"Miss Meng, please feel free to speak. You can give me any instructions whenever you need them," Lin Ping said in a serious yet roguish manner.

Meng Qingge was always bewildered by his wildly imaginative ideas, but finally mustered up her courage and said, "Grandpa loves the tea you brew. Could you come and brew it for him often? Don't worry, I won't steal your tea-brewing techniques. I'll do it secretly."

She was a businesswoman with a keen business sense. With Lin Ping's tea-frying skills alone, she could definitely lead a new trend in tea drinking. As for how much money he could earn, that was up to Lin Ping himself.

She couldn't possibly steal such a valuable skill.

I had considered collaborating with Lin Ping, but I'm currently busy brewing wine and have no time to get involved in the tea business.

"It's just a crude, rural technique, not something that can be taken seriously, let alone something I could learn by stealing. If Miss Meng is interested, I can teach you," Lin Ping said casually.

Meng Qingge's expression immediately lit up with excitement, as if she had discovered a huge treasure.

"Not now. I will learn when the time comes. But don't worry, Young Master Lin, I will give you 30% of the silver I earn using this method in the future," Meng Qingge said without a smile.

If it was a personal request before, it's now a business deal, and she has to show the utmost sincerity.

"It's ironic, isn't it? In the hands of us poor people, this method can only get us a cup of fragrant tea, but in Miss Meng's hands, it can be converted into a lot of silver. That's the difference between the poor and the rich," Lin Ping said with self-deprecation.

This is true. The poor are poor because they only think about how to fill their stomachs, and the rich are rich because they only think about how to make money.

“That’s not what I meant…” Meng Qingge’s soft voice trembled in her throat. She seemed to see a boy who was unwilling to accept poverty but was powerless to change it.

His attitude toward Lin Ping changed slightly again.

“Miss Meng, please take it, but I have one request,” Lin Ping replied.

“If you think 30% is too little, I can increase it to 40%,” Meng Qingge replied earnestly.

“If Miss Meng thinks I’m a money-grubber, she doesn’t need to associate with me. I just don’t want too many people to know about the tea-making method, after all, it’s a craft passed down from my ancestors.” Lin Ping’s face showed a hint of helplessness, but it was feigned.

Is he not a money-loving person?

The old man glared at Lin Ping secretly, thinking to himself, "That wretched boy, all he knows is how to deceive my precious granddaughter's feelings."

Lin Ping replied with an emoji, meaning, "You promised not to meddle, so you can't interfere when I'm putting on such a great performance."

In fact, Lin Ping was reminding Meng Qingge to keep it a secret, since the tea-frying process was very simple, and once it was leaked, it would be worthless.

"I promise you, besides myself, I will only let three tea masters know about this, and each of them will be in charge of a different iron pot," Meng Qingge replied earnestly.

"Keep them separately? This woman is truly remarkable," Lin Ping thought to himself, secretly admiring her.

In this way, the three tea masters could only master a small part of the process, and none of them knew the identities of the other two, so they could not obtain the complete tea-frying process.

"I'm a little tired," the old man said, coughing twice, clearly not wanting Lin Ping to continue acting.

After bowing repeatedly, Meng Qingge left with Lin Ping.

"You brat, if you like my Qingge, just say so. What kind of hero tries to deceive a girl?" The old man pouted and muttered discontentedly, just like a busybody gossip.

He was secretly pleased, for Lin Ping could not only cure his illness but also help the Meng family prosper.

"My dear granddaughter, don't miss out on a good man," the old man said, shaking his head.

He knew that Meng Qingge was stubborn and might not buy into Lin Ping's scam once she found out.

On the way back, the two of them had their own ulterior motives, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

In short, after tonight's events, Meng Qingge's attitude towards Lin Ping has changed significantly.

Late at night, Lin Ping tossed and turned, torn between whether or not to reveal his true identity.

Ultimately, he couldn't be sure what Meng Qingge was thinking.

Every strong woman has a heart that refuses to be conquered by a man...

The more humble Lin Ping appears, the more sympathy and pity she will receive, and the more likely she is to develop feelings of love.

But if Lin Ping is very assertive, she will only make herself stronger.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain; they are destined not to win the heart of their beloved minister.

"Mom, you really know how to give me a hard time. Next time, could you find a girl who's easier to win over? Your son just stands there, showing off his handsome looks, and you can throw confetti."

"Meng Qingge is indeed beautiful, but she always has a serious face, as if you owe her a penny. She's difficult to deal with."

Lin Ping kept complaining and asked to change his target.

Unfortunately, Chu Qing couldn't hear his complaints, nor would she allow him to change his goals without permission.

It's like having a system; if you don't do what the system boss asks you to do, you'll be severely punished.

That night, he was very cold, and he curled up in the thin blanket.

When he finally managed to get out of bed, he found Meng Qingge with a worried and distressed expression.