Three Thousand Fathoms of Weak Water, Yet I Fear Ten Ladles Still Won't Be Enough

Xin Shao looked at the young man before her with incomparable relief. The Zhao Family had been fortunate—they had not misjudged him after all.

Little Lin was clever and quick-witted, and he knew to repay kindness... When dealing with ordinary people, he had none of a cultivator's nose-in-the-air arrogance. What mother-in-law would not be dazzled by such a talented youth?

Winning over a mother-in-law did not require excessive flattery, nor did it require fawning and saying pretty words.

The Zhao Family lacked neither profit nor fame. For most people, was a lifetime not all about having both fame and fortune?

Therefore, if Lin Heng had only been thinking of scheming against the Zhao Family from the very beginning, using the Zhao Family to relieve Second Senior Sister's family crisis, he would not have the treatment he did now.

"Little Lin, Auntie will accept these nine sheets of yellow paper. We've already chatted about quite a lot of side matters today, and my mouth is getting a little dry... Wanqing, why don't you take Little Lin outside for a walk and a cup of tea?"

Xin Shao turned her head and winked meaningfully at Zhao Wanqing.

Here it came. Here it came again!

Liu Feng said he could not bear to watch, clasped his hands behind his back, and left the room.

"Fine, fine, fine! The family head has turned matchmaker now. I'm afraid Miss will be rooted up by this little bastard in just a few days. If he treats Miss well, then forget it, but if he harbors ulterior motives..."

He glanced at the knife in his hand, only half of it left, then threw it to the ground with a "pa."

Damn it, he was going to fetch water and do laundry!!

Very soon, at Zhao Wanqing's invitation,