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

No one expected that the unremarkable Lin Ping could turn the tide in the end. The city lord's wife's beautiful eyes sparkled, clearly indicating that she had accepted this good son-in-law.

Even the city lord of Weinan nodded repeatedly, thinking about arranging a wedding for the two of them.

"This girl actually kept it from us." The Lord of Weinan City smiled faintly in his wife's ear.

In their eyes, Zhang Yuelu was a businesswoman who was often away on business, giving her opportunities to meet wealthy young men, and Lin Ping was one of them.

They even thought that Zhang Yuelu was able to make money because of Lin Ping's help.

In other words, Zhang Yuelu has found them a wealthy husband.

Since Zhang Yuelu wasn't going to be honest, they didn't intend to ask any further questions. They could tell that Lin Ping cared about Zhang Yuelu.

Amidst the scornful stares of the crowd, Cui Liangzhi slunk away.

Next, the city lord personally distributed porridge to the people, while Zhang Yuelu took Lin Ping away under the pretext that he was injured.

"Little brother, how many secrets are you hiding from me?" Zhang Yuelu asked fiercely.

Lin Ping spread his hands, looking aggrieved, and said, "I'm innocent! I wouldn't dare to lie to my sister."

"Then what's the deal with this ten thousand taels of silver? I don't believe your perpetually closed general store could earn that much money," Zhang Yuelu questioned.

She had been held hostage in the grocery store for several days, and with her keen senses she could tell what was going on inside; she could hardly hear the voices of the customers.

In other words, Lin Ping's department store was not profitable at all.

However, on the other hand, the department store is three times the size of an ordinary shop and is located in the best area of ​​the capital, so the rent must be quite high.

If he really doesn't make money, Lin Ping will definitely be unable to support the huge rent.

Therefore, it's not just Lin Ping who has problems; his department store also has problems.

Zhang Yuelu was also a smart person, and she immediately connected the dots to Fan Li's pursuit of Lin Ping.

Fan Li is the Grand Secretary of the current dynasty, so there is no need for him to spend a lot of money to get rid of an ordinary merchant. This also proves that Lin Ping is an extraordinary person.

"You're not after my status, are you? You want to marry me, are you?" Lin Ping asked with a lewd grin.

Zhang Yuelu calmed down, realizing that she had been reckless.

His purpose in capturing Lin Ping was to practice his skills, regardless of Lin Ping's identity.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you. Anyway, you can't escape it in this lifetime." Zhang Yuelu revealed her seductive smile again, making Lin Ping's heart itch.

He was certain that Zhang Yuelu had definitely studied men's psychology; every smile and frown of hers was captivating.

Of course, the premise is that she is beautiful. If it were Ru Hua standing in front of Lin Ping, even if she undressed, it would not be enough to make Lin Ping's heart flutter.

After a busy morning, the Lord of Weinan City finally ensured that all the people received their grain.

Looking at the enormous consumption, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

It wasn't because they didn't have money, but because they were afraid they wouldn't be able to buy food, since Cui Liangzhi's words were very intimidating.

As evening fell, Zhang Yuelu tossed a brand-new brocade robe to Lin Ping: "Start practicing martial arts tonight, make sure it's clean."

"Practicing martial arts? Taking a bath?" Lin Ping involuntarily linked the two words together, and an ambiguous scene appeared in his mind, but his expression was one of pain, as he simulated the feeling of exhaustion in advance.

It's true that we practiced martial arts tonight, and it's also true that Lin Ping took a bath, but there's no direct connection between the two.

Zhang Yuelu just felt that Lin Ping hadn't showered for several days and his body was smelly, even making it hard for her to sleep, since they were sleeping under the same quilt.

This bath lasted for half an hour. Lin Ping not only washed every inch of his skin until it was clean and white, but even asked that floral fragrance be added to the bath.

Clearly, Lin Ping was stalling for time; even if he had to sacrifice himself, he wanted to minimize the losses.

His motto is: take a shower while watching the clock, and prolong the time as much as possible.

Bang!

The door was kicked open, and Zhang Yuelu said angrily, "How can a grown man take longer to shower than a woman? If you don't get dressed soon, I'm coming in!"

Lin Ping shuddered in fright and obediently put on the brand-new brocade robe.

The dim candlelight shone on Lin Ping's face, highlighting his deep, chiseled features, which, combined with the well-fitting brocade robe, accentuated his masculine charm.

Zhang Yuelu was immediately attracted to him and couldn't extricate herself for a while.

"Clothes make the man, and this guy is quite good-looking." Zhang Yuelu's face flushed, her heart filled with ripples of emotion.

If it weren't for the darkness of the candlelight, Lin Ping would surely have noticed the blush on her face.

Lin Ping was so focused on stalling for time that he didn't have time to pay attention to Zhang Yuelu's expression.

After calming down a bit, Zhang Yuelu walked towards Lin Ping, taking off her clothes and revealing large areas of her fair skin.

Zhang Yuelu was already beautiful, and with her charming and alluring actions, Lin Ping found it hard to control himself.

"Come on, ravage me as you please!" Lin Ping said with his eyes closed.

When Zhang Yuelu had stripped down to only a tight-fitting outfit, she sat cross-legged on the bed, glared at Lin Ping, and said, "Practice your skills!"

With his eyes closed, Lin Ping was not much different from when he had his eyes open. He knew that Zhang Yuelu was not completely naked, which was exactly what he hoped for, but for some reason, Lin Ping felt a strange sense of loss.

"Oh..." Lin Ping, like a deflated balloon, walked to the opposite side of Zhang Yuelu with a wronged expression.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu had already entered a state of training, and said with her eyes slightly closed, "Touch me!"

These two words greatly agitated Lin Ping's heart, and his body began to stir. "Does this mean I have to help her take off her last piece of clothing?"

Lin Ping obediently touched Zhang Yuelu's body.

"Where are you touching?" Zhang Yuelu retorted angrily. "A little lower."

Lin Ping did as instructed, but what awaited him was a pair of murderous eyes.

"Little brother, do you want to die?" Zhang Yuelu said through gritted teeth.

"You're the one who let me touch you," Lin Ping said, feigning innocence.

Zhang Yuelu admitted that she hadn't explained herself clearly, and continued, "Touch my hand!"

Lin Ping immediately understood. He held Zhang Yuelu's delicate hand in his large left hand, while his rough right hand kept stroking the back of her hand, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Touching with one hand!" Zhang Yuelu's chest heaved with anger; she was completely defeated by Lin Ping's shamelessness.

"So that's what it's about!" Lin Ping suddenly realized.

Zhang Yuelu captured him to absorb his energy in order to practice her skills.

However, energy absorption requires skin contact, which is the main reason why Zhang Yuelu let Lin Ping touch her.

"Wasn't I clear enough at the beginning?" Zhang Yuelu said, her teeth itching with anger.

Lin Ping immediately wilted, like a child who had made a mistake, and cautiously extended his large hand.

Since it was a training session, Lin Ping simply adopted a cultivation posture as well. The moment their skin touched, he clearly felt the energy within his body slowly flowing into Zhang Yuelu's body.

Even though she was passively absorbing the substance, Zhang Yuelu's expression was still one of great pain. Her whole body was soaked in sweat, and her already revealing bodysuit could no longer contain her exposed skin.

After an incense stick had burned, Zhang Yuelu opened her eyes in pain, clearly having reached her limit.