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

In his rage, the old man's body trembled uncontrollably.

His words were law in the Meng family, and no one dared to plead for Meng Qingchao. Even the old lady stood aside, not daring to speak. She just never expected that the old master, who was terminally ill, would be able to leave his room in this lifetime.

Meng Yuanlin carried Meng Qingchao away in a hurry, whispering comforting words in his ear: "The old man is not long for this world. After he passes away, the Meng family will still belong to you."

That's true. As long as the old lady is alive, she will never accept Meng Qingge.

Unless the old man outlives her.

With Lin Ping's help, this is not impossible.

"From today onwards, Qingge will temporarily assume the position of clan leader until Qingfan comes of age, at which point the position will be returned to him," the old man continued to announce.

After years of silence, the tiger's return to the mountains signifies a momentous decision.

Many relatives were resentful, but dared not speak out.

In other words, what right do they have to point fingers? The Meng family's empire was built by the patriarch, and they should be grateful to get a share of the spoils.

"Qingge, are you going to go against your grandfather's wishes?" Seeing her somewhat dazed, the old man raised his voice and asked.

"Granddaughter wouldn't dare." After regaining her senses, Meng Qingge hurriedly accepted the order.

Although she didn't understand why the old man made such a decision, it was still a good thing for her, since it would help Meng Qingfan protect the family business.

"Alright, I'm tired. Qingge, help me back to my room to rest. Who else can come with me?" The old man glanced at Lin Ping and said.

Since things had come to this, everyone could only disperse, hoping that Meng Qingge wouldn't hold a grudge.

Meng Qingge thought the old man had something to explain or tell her, but he just chatted about everyday things and didn't say a word more.

"I've helped you so much, shouldn't you make me a cup of tea?" the old man said with some dissatisfaction.

What could Lin Ping do? He could only go and make tea.

Meng Qingge increasingly felt that the old man hadn't intervened to help her, but rather because of Lin Ping.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better? Why are you leaving your room today?"

Meng Qingge asked indirectly.

Given the old man's previous health condition, going out would have been a very dangerous thing to do, especially in this freezing season.

"Alright, I'm tired, you can go back now," the old man said wearily, clearly not wanting to answer Meng Qingge's question.

Knowing that the old man's condition was not optimistic, she didn't dare to disturb him any further and took Lin Ping's hand to lead him outside.

Lin Ping didn't resist and was pulled along like that. It wasn't until they walked out the door that Meng Qingge realized she was holding his hand, and her face immediately turned bright red.

"I pulled you out because I was afraid you would disturb Grandpa," Meng Qingge explained.

"Yes, I know." Lin Ping nodded indifferently.

His indifference made Meng Qingge a little angry. This was the first time she had held hands with a man, and he was so calm, even somewhat unwilling.

Meng Qingge glared at Lin Ping and then said, "If it weren't for Grandpa's intervention today, you would definitely have been arrested by the authorities."

"Yeah, I know." Lin Ping still looked indifferent.

"That could land you in jail. Don't think that just because Grandpa likes your tea he'll protect you in every way. You were just lucky this time. Don't be so reckless next time."

Lin Ping's attitude was rather irritating, and Meng Qingge was very angry.

As the person in charge of the distillery, her time was precious, and she had developed a habit of speaking eloquently. Now, she had spent a lot of time and effort talking to Lin Ping, but he didn't appreciate it at all.

"Just because you like drinking tea?" Lin Ping chuckled to himself, further irritating Meng Qingge.

"Qingge, get in the car." Meng Yuanping and others were outside the door. Seeing that Meng Qingge seemed to care about Lin Ping, they immediately became angry.

There were already two or three people on the bus, and at most one more could squeeze in, which meant that Lin Ping would have to walk back alone.

Meng Qingge was clearly in a dilemma, not wanting to go against her father's wishes, but also unable to abandon Lin Ping.

"Qingge, Wuqing, come up here and have a good chat with Mother," Huang Jiayu said with a smile.

“But the carriage can only seat four people…” Meng Qingge explained.

"That's easy, some people want to get off!" After saying that, Huang Jiayu glared angrily at Meng Yuanping and said, "Aren't you getting off the bus?"

She was utterly disappointed with Meng Yuanping's performance today, but praised Lin Ping highly. Although he was somewhat reckless, he was very gratifying and played a satisfying game.

Meng Yuanping, like a defeated tiger, lowered his head and stepped down from the carriage.

Lin Ping enjoyed the feeling of being usurped; he even gave Meng Yuanping a provocative look.

It means: Even if you hate me, your daughter will still marry me.

Lin Ping enjoys the feeling of being looked down upon while still being able to marry the other person's daughter.

Doesn't it feel like being slapped in the face?

Lin Ping did this not to embarrass himself, but for love!

Huang Jiayu deliberately arranged for Meng Qingge and Lin Ping to sit on the same side, forcing them to touch.

Along the way, Huang Jiayu praised Lin Ping to the skies.

Lin Ping, being a potato-like person, couldn't help but praise him; his heart was already soaring to the heavens.

Meng Qingge understood her mother's meaning and pretended to sleep the whole way.

After returning home, Huang Jiayu personally cooked a delicious meal, mainly to entertain Lin Ping.

Although Meng Yuanping looked down on him, he had to admit his performance today.

“Meng Yuanping, our daughter is not young anymore, and she will get married sooner or later. We can’t just abandon such a large family business. Do you have any good ideas?” Huang Jiayu glanced at him, clearly still angry.

"The best solution is to find a son-in-law to live with us, but none of the men willing to do so are outstanding young men, unworthy of my Qingge," Meng Yuanping replied truthfully, as he was also troubled by this matter.

He had previously wanted Meng Qingge to marry Zhang Mingfang in order to increase his chances of becoming the clan leader.

But now that Meng Qingge has become the clan leader, there is no need for her to marry him. Besides, Zhang Mingfang almost did something indecent to Meng Qingge last night, so his character is not very good.

"Lin'er, would you mind marrying into the family? It doesn't have to be for life. Once Qingfan comes of age, you can move out." Huang Jiayu suddenly asked.

Is it really that direct?

Lin Ping was a little caught off guard and almost spat out the food in his mouth.

"I don't mind, the child can take whose surname," Lin Ping replied instinctively. He was a young man who had received a modern education and didn't have many feudal ideas.

Upon hearing this, Huang Jiayu was displeased and retorted angrily, "Of course the child should have the surname Lin. You're just staying at the Meng residence for a few more years; you're not really marrying into the family!"

Meng Qingge darkened her eyeliner and lowered her head to eat her rice.

What else could she say?

The two of them had even planned out where their child would attend primary school.

Meng Yuanping kept coughing, trying to end the conversation.

The two didn't take it seriously and got even more into their discussion, such as whether to have a boy or a girl, how many children to have, and who the children would resemble when they grew up...

"I'm done eating," Meng Qingge said, somewhat angrily.

She's still a young, unmarried woman. Is it really appropriate to discuss these issues in front of her?