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

Besides Meng Qingge, Meng Yuanping and his wife, as well as Meng Qingfan, were also there, and their chattering seemed to indicate an argument.

Lin Ping had no right to get involved in Meng Qingge's family affairs, so he deliberately kept his distance.

But his hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he still managed to hear the important information.

"Qingge, not only is Young Master Zhang handsome and dashing, but he is also the heir of the Zhang family. He is pursuing you relentlessly. Why don't you consider it?" Meng Yuanping said earnestly.

He knew that Meng Qingge had her own opinions and did not want to get involved in her marriage, but the situation was different now, and he felt it was necessary to influence her choice.

Actually, Meng Qingge had a fairly good impression of Zhang Mingfang, after all, the two had common interests and she admired his business acumen.

But that's precisely why she couldn't accept Zhang Mingfang's advances.

Everyone understands the saying "two tigers cannot share one mountain." Her future husband will either be much stronger or much weaker than her.

Zhang Ming was stuck in the middle, unable to let go, which is why she was caught in a dilemma.

"No way!" Before Meng Qingge could speak, Huang Jiayu and Meng Qingfan said in unison, their resolute attitude was simply outrageous.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously.

Clearly, neither of them expected the other to object.

Meng Yuanping was completely bewildered, and angrily waited for Meng Qingfan, ready to strike.

Huang Jiayu objected because she had arranged the marriage with Chu Qing thirty years ago. Why was Meng Qingfan, a mere brat, getting involved? Wasn't he just asking for a beating?

"How is Young Master Zhang inferior to that poor boy Lin Wuqing? Apart from being handsome, that kid is utterly useless. Look at Young Master Zhang, he's not only powerful and influential, but he also writes excellent articles. If he weren't so busy with business, he would definitely be the top scholar in the imperial examination!"

Meng Yuanping spoke with righteous indignation, belittling Lin Ping to the point of being utterly worthless.

“My brother-in-law has a hard fist and fights fiercely!” Meng Qingfan replied without hesitation.

"Brother-in-law?" Upon hearing this address, Meng Yuanping flew into a rage. "I'll show you whose fist is harder!"

Meng Qingge blushed at the way she was addressed and glared angrily at Meng Qingfan.

“I think Wuqing is a promising talent. Our Meng family is not short of money. As long as Qingge is happy in the future, that’s enough. There’s no need for us to curry favor with the Zhang family,” Huang Jiayu explained.

She came from a poor family and never dreamed of great wealth; she was content with just enough to eat and wear. Although she hoped Meng Qingge could have a better life, she believed there was no need to curry favor with others for it, as that wouldn't bring true happiness.

Furthermore, she saw a glimmer in Lin Ping's eyes, indicating that he was not an unambitious person. Given time, she believed he would surely achieve something, and a relationship with Meng Qingge might not be a bad match.

"I, Meng Yuanping, can honestly say that I have never interfered with Qingge's freedom of marriage, nor have I forced her to marry Zhang Mingfang. But things are different now. Nearly half of the private grain in the capital has been hoarded by the Zhang family. Without the Zhang family's help, we simply cannot gather enough grain for brewing wine, and we will not be able to fulfill Qingfenglou's order. Even if Qingfenglou does not demand compensation from the Meng family, the old lady will take away Qingge's rights."

“In this way, Fan’er will no longer have the opportunity to compete with Meng Qingchao for the position of clan leader,” Meng Yuanping said sternly.

The reason they were arguing at this time was because Meng Qingge kept running into obstacles when she went to buy grain.

The price of one dou of grain, which was originally one hundred wen, has now risen to two hundred wen, doubling in value.

If grain is purchased at this price, brewing will only result in losses, not profits.

The only solution right now is to ask Zhang Mingfang for help and buy a batch of grain at cost price.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Mingfang proposed a price adjustment, saying that as long as Meng Qingge married him, he would accept anything, not just the purchase price, but even for free.

"Hmph, what a load of crap, I don't care about the position of clan leader!" Meng Qingfan shook his hand and left indignantly.

He couldn't change Meng Qingge's marriage, but he could express his own thoughts.

He would be unhappy if he ruined his elder sister's lifelong happiness in order to become the clan leader.

"You good-for-nothing son, you unfilial son!" Meng Yuanping's lips trembled with anger.

Meng Qingfan may lack ambition, but he cannot be without even the thought of vying for the position of clan leader.

What's this all about? It's clearly the emperor who's not worried, but the eunuch is; Meng Yuanping is that eunuch.

"Enough, stop arguing, can't you just leave me alone?" Meng Qingge said impatiently.

She didn't want to compromise on marriage, nor could she stand by and watch the Meng family decline as a result.

In this feudal ancient society, which older sister wasn't a "brother-supporting demon"?

There are countless women who are sold to wealthy families to raise money for their younger brothers' betrothal gifts. Even so, they do not hate their own families and may even continue to support their brothers.

Meng Yuanping did not persist, and Huang Jiayu did not want to influence Meng Qingge's choice.

Moreover, this is not an either-or choice. Meng Qingge could very well marry the young master Wang next door. I've heard that Old Wang is a nice guy.

At that moment, Meng Qingge's gaze suddenly turned to Lin Ping's room, where she saw him eavesdropping.

This was no honorable thing to do, and Lin Ping blushed, then tried to crawl inside.

“Young Master Lin…” Meng Qingge called out to him.

"I swear to God, I absolutely didn't eavesdrop on purpose, and I had no idea you were discussing marriage," Lin Ping said confidently, his acting over-the-top and poorly received.

"Does Young Master Lin really want to marry me?" Meng Qingge asked out of the blue.

Lin Ping was a little confused, various formulas flashing through his mind: "Definitely a test of survival instinct!"

"Could you teach me the tea-frying method you taught me yesterday, Young Master Lin?"

Just as Lin Ping was wondering how to answer, Meng Qingge changed the subject.

Clearly, she didn't care much about Lin Ping's thoughts. In other words, Lin Ping wasn't her type. Even if Zhang Mingfang wasn't available, there would be Wang Mingfang. Meng Qingge's taste in Lin Ping was definitely not hers.

Lin Ping couldn't even get a taste of sweetness from a beauty like Meng Qingge, who was like an ice queen.

"Miss Meng wants to make money by frying tea?" Lin Ping immediately guessed her intention.

"Young Master Lin, please rest assured, I will keep my promise and give you 40% of the profits," Meng Qingge said seriously.

When she said those words, she had already responded to the important matter of marriage. She did not want to rely on the Zhang family and wanted to use her own abilities to make the Meng family prosperous.

Lin Ping shook his head and said, "The method of frying tea is easy to learn, but the method of making money is difficult."

"Why is that? Does Young Master Lin lack confidence in his tea-frying skills?" Meng Qingge asked in confusion.

"You say my skills are bad? Luckily I don't have a short temper, otherwise I would definitely show you." Lin Ping was displeased, but finally replied slowly and deliberately, "The Meng family's advantage lies in brewing wine, not tea making. There's a lot to learn about buying tea from tea farmers, and opening a tea shop and building a brand takes time. Given the Meng family's current situation, can they withstand such turmoil? And would Meng Qingchao let you take even a tael of silver from the account?"

Meng Qingge was speechless. Indeed, she had been too hasty and had forgotten the most basic principles of business.

“Miss Meng, there’s no need to be disappointed. Since food is scarce and prices have skyrocketed, why not buy some grapes and make wine?” Lin Ping suggested.