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

"Can I sever ties with Miss Hongling?" Lin Ping asked with a grin.

Jiang Mo is clearly a die-hard fan of Jiang Hongling, which seriously affects his plans to develop his harem.

Besides Jiang Yunying, Lin Ping has more than just Meng Qingge as his confidante. Who knows when Jiang Mo might make a move against them?

The best course of action right now is to sever ties with Jiang Hongling.

They were just a one-night stand, with no real feelings between them, and Lin Ping never said that the other party had to take responsibility.

Jiang Mo cast a cold glance at him and asked in a low voice, "Can spilled water be taken back?"

"No." Lin Ping shook his head.

Can a broken window paper be restored?

"Do not……"

Halfway through shaking his head, Lin Ping suddenly felt something was off; it seemed to be a veiled criticism of him.

If what happened that night were exposed, no one knows what cruel things Jiang Mo might do.

"If we can't break up, we can't break up. Why do you have to give me all this high-sounding advice?" Lin Ping pursed his lips, afraid that Jiang Mo had already guessed what was going on.

The two moved extremely fast, and soon they appeared at the entrance of Qingfeng Tower.

It was already late afternoon, and most restaurants had closed, but Qingfenglou was still bustling with activity.

"This is Qingfeng Tower?" Jiang Mo was deeply shocked by the huge crowd and had already agreed to make this the place to announce the list of extraordinary people.

"I've heard the food here is absolutely delicious, why don't we go in and take a look?"

At Lin Ping's insistence, Jiang Mo followed him in, only to be taken aback by the opulent decorations.

Lin Ping, familiar with the place, sat down by the window, loudly called the waiter over, and then... ordered a plate of peanuts—yes, raw peanuts.

The dazzling array of drinks on the table contrasted sharply with the money, which Qianjiang silently pocketed anyway.

When it came time to pay, Lin Ping spent ten coins, while Jiang Mo spent ten taels of silver, a difference of a thousand times.

Watching his hard-earned money vanish into thin air, Jiang Mo kept gasping for breath.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm drunk." Lin Ping reeked of alcohol and swayed his head as he spoke, almost vomiting on Jiang Mo.

"I'll take you there." Jiang Mo looked at Lin Ping with a disdainful gaze, but still put him on her back.

"No, I'm not going back. That woman is still here and will definitely take advantage of my drunkenness to make demands. If I really have something to do with her, how can I face Miss Hongling?" Lin Ping said drunkenly.

"I didn't expect you to care so much about Sister Hongling," Jiang Mo thought to himself.

People speak the truth when they're drunk! Lin Ping must have been speaking from the bottom of his heart.

That's true, provided that Lin Ping really was drunk.

"I want to go back with you. I want to know how Miss Hongling is doing." Lin Ping rested his chin on Jiang Mo's shoulder and kept gagging.

"You're not so bad after all, at least you have some conscience and know to care about Sister Hongling's situation." Jiang Mo's expression grew even more somber as he thought to himself, "It's just a pity that there are some things I can't tell you yet."

"Are you really going back with me? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Senior Brother?" Jiang Mo asked back.

"A real man should be furious for a woman. Why should I be afraid of him? For Hongling, I will fight him!" Lin Ping said indignantly.

Only Jiang Mo fell for this exaggerated acting.

"Fine, I'll take you back then. I hope we won't be discovered by Senior Brother." Jiang Mo shook his head helplessly and finally chose to compromise.

Lin Ping's words make sense; if they send him back to the mansion at this time, Meng Qingge might run into him.

I wasn't comfortable leaving him anywhere, so going back to the inn with him would at least provide some support.

As long as the two don't share a room and act as if they don't know each other, the senior brother probably won't suspect anything.

Moreover, Lin Ping has other uses for them, so he cannot die at this time.

"When you get to the restaurant entrance, you must go in by yourself. Under no circumstances should our senior brother know that we know each other," Jiang Mo earnestly instructed.

"I understand," Lin Ping replied subconsciously, clearly somewhat sober.

Jiang Mo glanced at him suspiciously, feeling that something was amiss.

Since he was moving too fast and had already arrived at the inn's entrance, there was no need to send Lin Ping back.

The two parted ways along the streets and alleys, with Jiang Mo entering the inn ahead of everyone else.

Lin Ping used X-rays to pinpoint his location and, sure enough, found a handsome man in the next room, though his menacing aura was rather frightening.

"Boss, I need to check in." Lin Ping walked to the counter, drunk.

The shop owner waved his hand to dispel the pungent smell of alcohol, gave him a disdainful look, and pointed at his shabby appearance.

"Unfortunately, the shop is already full," the shop owner said rather unfriendly.

Lin Ping not only reeked of alcohol, but was also dressed in coarse linen clothes, making him look more like a laborer who probably couldn't afford to pay for his hotel room.

Rather than risk ruining the inn and earning a few hundred coins from him, it's better to just shoo him away.

"What a coincidence!" Lin Ping turned around dejectedly, and staggered away.

Perhaps he was too flustered, because a silver ingot in his sleeve fell to the ground and almost tripped Lin Ping.

"You bastard, you even want to block my way?" Lin Ping kicked the silver away, his face full of arrogance.

This silver ingot is worth at least ten taels, and it's being rejected like this?

The shop owner had to reassess Lin Ping's identity; at the very least, he wasn't a penniless man.

"Please wait, sir. A guest has just checked out. You may check in now," the innkeeper said with a fawning expression.

"That's fine, saves me the trouble of looking for other inns." Lin Ping turned around and pointed to the room next to Jiang Mo, saying, "I want to stay in that room!"

Chiyang Pavilion's trip was extremely secretive. In order not to make a big fuss, they did not book the entire inn, and even the room next door was empty.

The shop owner was a shrewd person. Although he didn't know Jiang Mo's identity, he could still sense the invisible pressure emanating from them.

He was hesitant to let anyone stay in the surrounding rooms, lest he incur the wrath of the Chiyang Pavilion members.

"That...that place..." the shop owner stammered.

"Snapped!"

Lin Ping slapped another silver ingot on the counter: "Is there a problem with that one?"

"No, no problem."

Upon seeing the silver, the shop owner's eyes lit up. He no longer cared about the disciples of Chiyang Pavilion; making money was the only priority.

As soon as he entered the room, Lin Ping fell asleep immediately, snoring loudly.

"Where did this drunkard come from? I'll go and chase him away!" a young man said angrily from the next room.

Beside him, another man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, completely unaffected by Lin Ping.

“Your mind is in turmoil again,” the man sitting cross-legged uttered in sharp, clear words.

"Senior Brother is right," the other man said respectfully, no longer daring to cause trouble for Lin Ping.

As night deepened, Fan Li, sitting in his study, could hardly contain himself.

Why hasn't Mr. Leopard returned yet?

"Reporting to your Excellency, Mr. Leopard is dead. He was killed by that brat," a guard outside the door said hurriedly.