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

Chapter 609 The fickle woman

"Are you tired? If you are, come home with me." Lin Ping grinned, clearly unable to bear the pain in his chest.

"I'm getting married to Scholar Qian. You won't dislike me after this, will you?" Zhou Xiyin asked, pouting.

Women are always fickle. One second they're determined to marry Qian Xiucai, the next they're afraid of Lin Ping's disdain.

Forgetting Lin Ping might take two months or even two years, but falling in love with him again only takes a moment.

Rather than saying I've fallen in love again, it's more accurate to say I haven't forgotten.

"Since there's no husband and wife bowing to each other, it doesn't count," Lin Ping replied with a smile.

"Huh? You'll start to dislike me after the wedding ceremony?" Zhou Xiyin asked fiercely.

Lin Ping was speechless. He was certain that he had been tricked by Zhou Xiyin. If he was the prince of tricks, then Zhou Xiyin was the queen of tricks.

The test of survival instinct seems to be a woman's nature, regardless of the dynasty.

"I'm a married man, it's a blessing that you don't mind, how could I possibly mind you?" Lin Ping said with a silly smile, making sure to play dumb.

"Sister Yunying is the eldest, the princess is the second, and I am the third. If anyone else tries to interfere, don't blame me for being impolite!" Zhou Xiyin said angrily.

Seeing her serious expression, Lin Ping was even more at a loss for words.

Why is the generational ranking even mentioned here?

Zhou Xiyin was Zhou Yecheng's precious daughter, and was spoiled since childhood.

Let alone being someone's concubine, she would probably beat him up even if her husband just glanced at another woman.

She has already made a considerable concession by voluntarily requesting to be ranked third.

"Silly woman..." Lin Ping's voice choked slightly as he kissed Zhou Xiyin's thin lips deeply, his playful tongue moving like a snake.

Zhou Xiyin stared wide-eyed at Lin Ping, instinctively trying to push her away, but found she couldn't muster any strength.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all this, thank you!" Lin Ping said solemnly.

In matters of the heart, Lin Ping is very serious. He doesn't want to let Zhou Xiyin down, but he's also afraid that Jiang Yunying will get jealous, so he's extremely conflicted.

Not long ago, he told Jiang Yunying everything, thinking she would be angry, but he didn't expect to actually get beaten up.

It wasn't because he was jealous that he beat up Lin Ping, but because he felt it was unfair to Zhou Xiyin.

Jiang Yunying gave a death order, demanding that Lin Ping marry Zhou Xiyin, even if it meant marrying her.

In Lin Ping's heart, Jiang Yunying was always the most important person, while Zhou Xiyin naturally had to be ranked second.

I thought Zhou Xiyin was heartbroken, but I didn't expect her to bring it up herself.

"Alright, alright, you've flattened my chest." Zhou Xiyin pushed Lin Ping away impatiently and asked curiously, "Why couldn't I muster any strength just now?"

"Because you're in a completely relaxed state, there's something even more relaxing than that," Lin Ping explained seriously, though his expression at the end was somewhat lewd.

Zhou Xiyin nodded. When Lin Ping held her in his arms, she did relax completely, her subconscious telling her not to use force.

"Is there anything more relaxing than this?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously.

Because she frequently visited Huiwen Academy, her questions increased, and she didn't even notice Lin Ping's lewd smile.

"This is a long story, and it all starts with the reproduction and survival of animals," Lin Ping said seriously.

Zhou Xiyin then understood what he meant, and her fair face immediately flushed with a peach-like blush.

Just as Lin Ping was about to run away, Zhou Xiyin said with a breath of fresh orchid fragrance, "Not now, we have to wait until Sister Yunying comes back."

After speaking, Zhou Xiyin's ears turned bright red, which undoubtedly meant she agreed to Lin Ping's request.

Shy and timid, she dared not face Lin Ping directly and fled quickly with graceful steps.

"They're really coming?" Lin Ping broke out in a cold sweat.

After his actual battle with Jiang Yunying, Lin Ping had begun to resist such things, and he only talked about it verbally.

Since Zhou Xiyin is willing to be third in Lin Ping's heart, she should naturally be the third to have a relationship with him.

These things require queuing; it's not fair to try and get there first.

Lin Ping was grateful for her inner conservatism; otherwise, she would have been in danger of dying of emptiness.

Upon returning to the Zhou residence, when Lin Ping was about to enter Zhou Xiyin's room, Wan'er greeted him.

"Miss said that's the young master's eternal home," Wan'er said with a smile, pointing to the woodshed.

Lin Ping was indignant that the little girl was teasing him, and suddenly grinned lewdly: "Little Bowl, are you Yinyin's personal maid?"

"Of course," Wan'er said, puffing out her chest with pride.

"But do you have to stay with Yinyin for the rest of your life?" Lin Ping continued to ask.

“As long as Miss doesn’t mind, I will naturally stay with you for life,” Wan’er continued to reply, increasingly confused about what Lin Ping was trying to say, and even thinking that he was trying to sow discord.

"Do you know that these maids are part of the dowry? When the young lady is unwell, she has to accompany the young master in intimate ways. Today, Yinyin is feeling a little unwell, so hurry up and come with me to the woodshed." Lin Ping rubbed his hands, preparing to take off his pants.

Wan'er's face turned bright red, and her chest heaved with anger.

"My son-in-law is so wicked!"

Seeing the little girl's angry expression, Lin Ping smiled triumphantly, thinking to himself, "Little brat, did you really think it was so much fun to fight with your son-in-law? Scared now, feeling guilty now, running away in panic now!"

Wan'er covered her face with her hands, turned around and said, "Wan'er will go take a bath and apply incense now..."

"A bath? Incense?" Watching the little girl run away in a coy manner, Lin Ping felt a little flustered and hurriedly asked, "Wan'er, why are you taking a bath and using incense?"

"Of course, I'm fulfilling my duties as a dowry maid," Wan'er replied sweetly.

"No, no, no, the son-in-law was just joking," Lin Ping explained repeatedly.

However, Wan'er acted as if she hadn't heard and continued running forward.

Lin Ping panicked and laid his cards on the table: "Fine, I'll confess everything. Actually, the son-in-law is no good!"

"Hmph, what a cowardly son-in-law." Wan'er turned around, stuck out her tongue, and gave Lin Ping a disdainful look. She didn't forget to say to Zhou Xiyin's room, "Miss, the son-in-law said it himself. You heard it, didn't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, an oil lamp was lit in the room, and her disdainful expression could be seen through the paper window.

"Yinyin isn't asleep? You brat, you dare to get me into trouble!" Lin Ping said through gritted teeth.

Seeing that Zhou Xiyin was about to leave the room, Lin Ping didn't have time to cause trouble for Wan'er. He slunk into the woodshed, hugged a wooden stick as thick as his arm, and pretended to be fast asleep.

Wouldn't it be better for him to just sleep in the woodshed?

Why would you want to offend Wan'er? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

Lin Ping has been in a very bad mood these past few days, especially after learning the news of Zhou Xiyin's marriage, he has been so worried that he can't sleep.

Now that this matter is over, I can finally get some rest.

When you clear your mind, it's easy to overthink.

"What if Wan'er really wants to be part of the dowry?" Lin Ping muttered to himself.