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

As Lin Ping read out the accounts one by one, everyone panicked; no one had a clean record.

The amounts ranged from a few hundred taels to tens of thousands of taels. Some, like Meng Qingchao, even brazenly spent tens of thousands of taels. They deserved to be kicked out of their homes and should spend the rest of their lives in jail.

Meng Qingge stared at Lin Ping in surprise, took the ledger from his hand, and carefully studied the accounts marked in red.

"How did you find out?"

She checked all the ledgers but found nothing wrong, except that some money had been spent too much.

Lin Ping only glanced at it once, yet he was able to find all the tricks in it. He's simply an accounting genius. That twenty taels of silver a month is well worth it.

“Any fake account will leave clues, especially some vague descriptions,” Lin Ping explained with a smile.

"Madam, do you think we should ask someone from the government to judge this?" Lin Ping asked with a sarcastic smile.

These words startled everyone; if the government officials really came, they would all be in jail.

“We’re all family, so let’s talk this out. Why bother the authorities? I think Qingge’s suggestion is excellent. Acquiring the distillery at a low price is a brilliant decision.”

"That's right, that's right, Qingge's suggestion is excellent. Do you need our help with the acquisition?"

"After acquiring Guo's winery, the Meng family will become the largest wine merchant in the capital, and can firmly establish themselves as a second-rate family."

The relatives, seeing which way the wind was blowing, had already begun to flatter and fawn over him.

Their opposition to Meng Qingge stemmed from two reasons: first, they wanted to curry favor with Meng Yuanlin; second, they feared it would affect their own petty interests.

Now that Lin Ping has dirt on them and is going to report them to the authorities, which could land him in jail, he has no time to care about petty gains.

The old lady looked at everyone with a gloomy face, her expression one of disappointment and frustration.

To be honest, the old lady turned a blind eye to these people's embezzlement. The reason she was angry was because their methods were clumsy and Lin Ping had caught them red-handed.

"Harmony brings wealth, this is the atmosphere the Meng family should have. From now on, Qingge's decisions will depend on everyone's support. I'll take the account books with me now," Lin Ping said with a forced smile, his words full of threat.

He had long guessed that Meng Qingge wouldn't be able to handle this group of relatives, so he had already come up with a plan.

With this ledger in hand, I'm not afraid of these relatives voting against me.

"Young Master Lin, how many things are you still hiding from me?" Meng Qingge not only didn't express her gratitude, but also gave him a murderous look.

It's terrifying that they managed to do things so flawlessly right under her nose. If they were to marry, she was genuinely worried that Lin Ping might have several concubines. Perhaps she herself was one of them…

On the road leading to the east wing of the Meng family mansion, Meng Qingge was questioning Lin Ping with a stern face, while the other party was clearly avoiding the question.

"How many things are you hiding from her? We'd better count them carefully. Or rather, tell me what you're not hiding from her; that's far fewer." Lin Ping lowered his head, not daring to speak.

He also tried counting by counting on his fingers, but quickly gave up on the idea.

Even if he had a few more fingers, it wouldn't be enough. Even his name is a lie. You can imagine how many things he's hiding.

“If Young Master Lin doesn’t want to talk about it, Qingge won’t force him.” Meng Qingge’s face remained gloomy.

The worst thing is when the air suddenly becomes quiet.

Meng Qingge was just asking out of curiosity, but she didn't expect Lin Ping to be in such a difficult position.

If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have asked.

To break the awkward silence, Meng Qingge took the initiative to speak: "Rou'er told me that this illness is indeed a bit difficult to talk about, and you shouldn't have done that kind of thing."

Meng Qingge blushed slightly as she spoke.

Through Han Jiji's description, she roughly knew how many shady things Lin Ping and the young master of Qingfeng Tower had done in private.

Originally, it was his hobby, but after hearing about Lin Ping's illness from Rou'er, he could understand it.

This question stumped Lin Ping: "What illness do I have? And what have I done?"

Lin Ping's eyebrows furrowed into a knot, but he couldn't explain in order to preserve his identity as a divine doctor.

Oh well, let her think what she wants.

Meanwhile, a little girl was running wildly down the street, carrying a first-aid kit, seemingly preparing for emergency treatment.

"Young Master Lin, Miss, something terrible has happened!" Rou'er calmed down a bit after seeing the two of them.

"Tell me quickly, what happened?" Lin Ping asked anxiously, sensing a hint of despair in Rou'er's expression.

Rou'er quickly handed a note to Lin Ping, on which were written a few small characters: If you want Meng Qingfan to live, come to Shijingshan immediately.

Upon seeing the above content, Meng Qingge felt her legs go weak; Meng Qingfan was her Achilles' heel.

"Where did this note come from?" Lin Ping asked calmly. As a man, he couldn't panic.

Rou'er shook her head. "The other party didn't show themselves; they just used a dart to stick the note into the door frame."

"Have you sent anyone to look for Qingfan?" Lin Ping continued to ask.

Even though he had determined it was a kidnapping case, he still hoped for a miracle.

"We went to the academy to look for her, but we couldn't find her. Madam fainted, and Master could only stay by her side." Rou'er recounted the situation at the Meng residence.

"Qingfan has been arrested, what should we do?" Meng Qingge cried, immediately losing her composure.

Although the other party did not give their name, Meng Qingge knew that it was related to the man in black from a few days ago.

In other words, Meng Qingfan was arrested because of her.

"Where is Shijingshan?" Lin Ping asked hurriedly.

“Twenty li west of the city,” Meng Qingge replied.

They were located in Richu-bo, which is the westernmost part of Kyoto, exactly 20 li away from Shijingshan.

"It's too late to take a carriage, Miss Meng. Can you ride a horse?" Lin Ping asked seriously.

Meng Qingge shook her head. She was a lady from a respectable family; how could she learn to ride a horse?

"I'll teach you slowly later. First, get on the horse, but don't make a sound!" Lin Ping didn't drive; he was very serious.

"Will you move around if I ride on your back?" Meng Qingge felt uneasy. What if he knew something dangerous? Wouldn't she scream?

Lin Ping was speechless, and immediately understood a principle: once a woman starts telling jokes, there's nothing left for men to do.

"Rou'er, go and call a carriage. We must get to Shijingshan as soon as possible. Your young lady and I will go ahead first," Lin Ping said earnestly. He always felt that Rou'er could be of use.

Without saying a word, he put Meng Qingge on his back and then started... moving around.

Yeah!

Unable to withstand Lin Ping's extremely fast speed, Meng Qingge let out a scream.

"Young Master Lin, could you move a little slower?" Meng Qingge wrapped her arms around Lin Ping's neck, pressing her chest against his back.

They say they'll slow down, but in practice they'll speed it up.

Lin Ping, his blood boiling, couldn't stop. He pushed off the ground with all three legs at once, and he was indeed very fast.

Because of the high speed, gusts of cold wind rushed into Meng Qingge's mouth, distorting her face. She could only close her mouth and press herself tightly against Lin Ping's body.

The soldiers guarding the city only felt a white whirlwind pass by, but did not know it was a human figure.

After leaving the city, Lin Ping sped up again, heading straight for Shijingshan.

"Zhang Mingfang, you'd better behave yourself, or you'll die a horrible death!" Lin Ping said through gritted teeth. He hated kidnapping relatives the most and believed it deserved to be torn to pieces.

"Young Master Lin, will Fan'er be alright? If anything happens to him, how can I live?" Meng Qingge said to Lin Ping, her voice choked with sobs, as a string of pearly tears fell uncontrollably.

She was, after all, a woman, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, and could only rely on Lin Ping as her sole support.

Two jade-like folds embraced Lin Ping's nose, her cheek pressed against his earlobe, her breathing somewhat rapid.

"Don't worry, Fan'er will be fine," Lin Ping reassured him with a smile.

To be honest, he also had some difficulty figuring out Zhang Mingfang's bottom line.

A person whose manhood has been cut off is capable of anything, including killing a hostage.

"If you can rescue Fan'er, I will agree to marry you," Meng Qingge said softly.

"For Fan'er, you'd even give up your innocence?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, feeling that things were getting worse.

Even if Meng Qingge hadn't made that request, Lin Ping would have spared no effort to save Meng Qingfan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have carried Meng Qingge on his back and run all the way to save time.

The twenty-mile journey was nothing more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea for Lin Ping. With his X-ray skills, he quickly found Zhang Mingfang and the others, and also discovered Meng Qingfan, who was being held to the neck with a dagger.

Upon seeing this, the plan to launch a sneak attack failed.

Even if he could kill Zhang Mingfang by surprise, it wouldn't guarantee Meng Qingfan's safety.

He counted carefully and found that Zhang Mingfang had four ordinary servants around him, and four experts, all of whom were at the White Lotus Realm, were lying in ambush.

"Fan'er, let Fan'er go!" After seeing the situation clearly, Meng Qingge became somewhat frantic, her chest heaving.

"Elder sister, brother-in-law, come save me!" Meng Qingfan was, after all, just a child; how could he not be afraid in the face of life and death?

But he was a man, and even in death, he could not shed tears.

"Fan'er, don't be afraid, your elder sister is coming to save you." Meng Qingge's face was pale and she almost fainted, but fortunately Lin Ping gave her strong support.

"You are Fan'er's pillar of support, you can't fall down." Lin Ping put her on the ground, his hands supporting her body the whole time.

Meng Qingge nodded, forcing herself to cheer up.

"Zhang Mingfang, release Fan'er immediately."

"You came pretty quickly. I captured someone with my own abilities, how can I just let them go?" Zhang Mingfang said condescendingly, clearly having grasped Meng Qingge's weakness.