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

Chapter 570 Famous Throughout the City

"Learning a new song every day? Can he really produce one?"

Guo Zhixi murmured to herself, Lin Ping's charm shining in her eyes.

"If only this kind of life could continue."

Thinking of this, Guo Zhiqian blushed and hurriedly shook her head, saying, "Guo Zhiqian, what are you thinking about? We should finish the mission as soon as possible."

"Does Senior Sister have a fever? Why are her cheeks so red?" Lin Ping asked curiously.

He would never believe that Guo Zhixi would blush because she had inappropriate thoughts about him.

"What is a fever?" Guo Zhixi asked.

"It's just a fever caused by wind-cold, with external pathogens entering the body," Lin Ping explained using traditional Chinese medicine theory.

Then, Lin Ping rubbed Guo Zhiqian's palms and the backs of her hands with his two big hands and chuckled, "Friction generates heat, so you won't feel cold."

Guo Zhixi's face immediately turned even redder, and even her breathing became heavy.

Is this really not a deliberate provocation?

No, that's not true. Lin Ping doesn't have that kind of courage.

He admitted that he did all this to please the other person, but the purpose of pleasing her was to save his life, not to get into bed with her.

"Is it slippery?" Guo Zhixi asked in a cold voice.

“Not only is it smooth, but it’s also very soft, just like warm, smooth jade,” Lin Ping replied without hesitation.

The warmth from his palms traveled up his arm and into his heart, spreading throughout his entire body. Lin Ping enjoyed this feeling.

"Have you touched enough?" Guo Zhixi said menacingly.

Lin Ping then realized he had gotten a little carried away, quickly withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and smiled awkwardly: "Senior Sister, are you still cold?"

"You're the one who'll be cold next," Guo Zhixi said with a sinister smile.

Lin Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly put on a fawning smile: "It's windy outside, Senior Sister, please don't leave me out here."

Guo Zhixi shook her head: "How could I leave an adult out alone?"

"That's good." Lin Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

He'd be willing to sleep on the floor as long as he doesn't have to sleep on the streets.

"I'm going to chill your body, do you understand?"

"Humans are warm-blooded animals, how could their bodies get cold?" Lin Ping was puzzled, but after thinking about it carefully, he was startled.

Although humans are warm-blooded animals, the body of a dead person will get cold, which means that Guo Zhixi was going to beat Lin Ping to death.

"Senior sister, please spare me! I'll never do it again!"

"Next time? There can be a next time?" Guo Zhixi went up and punched him with her little pink fist.

That's right, it has moves, and it's even more powerful than Jiang Yunying's.

After completing the set of movements, Lin Ping's body was completely exhausted, but strangely, there were no marks left on his face.

“I’m going to tell Master that the pretty senior sister is bullying the poor junior brother.”

Lin Ping said pitifully, always keeping a distance of more than five meters from Guo Zhixi.

He was destined to sleep on the floor, and even though they were in different rooms, Guo Zhixi wouldn't let him sleep on the bed.

Over the next few days, Lin Ping behaved much better and kept a safe distance from Guo Zhixi.

The two practiced music during the day and performed at night.

With each rendition of a famous song, Guo Zhixi's admiration for Lin Ping grew even stronger.

He wasn't lying; he could come up with new lyrics and music every day, and he never disappointed.

Guo Zhixi's fame soared, and her legend spread throughout the streets and alleys of Huzhou.

These well-known poems have become topics of conversation during leisure time.

If someone hasn't heard of Guo Zhixi, they're hardly worthy of being called a writer.

Cuiyunju was packed with customers every day, so they started charging admission, and tickets were often hard to come by.

"Have you heard? A young lady named Guo Zhixi has come to Cuiyun Residence. Not only is she beautiful, but she also sings very well."

"Are you referring to the most beautiful courtesan at Cuiyun Residence? Not only is her singing excellent, but her lyrics are also wonderful."

"She could casually pick out a poem and it would be passed down through the ages. She was truly an extraordinary woman. It's just a pity that a handsome guy spent 10,000 taels of silver to buy her virginity."

Inside a restaurant in Huzhou City, several young men were discussing the matter with a sour expression.

"A woman of extraordinary talent? Is she really that amazing?" A poorly dressed young man next to him asked furtively.

The group glanced at him and said, "Look at your poor, pathetic appearance. You think you're qualified to inquire about Miss Guo? Go home, take a piss, and look in the mirror before you come out."

Despite being criticized by others, this person couldn't resist his curiosity and secretly listened to their conversation.

"My favorite is the poem 'Pipa Xing'. What a beautiful line: 'We are both wanderers from the ends of the earth, why should we need to have known each other before?'"

I still prefer the saying, "May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

"Last night's rendition of 'Spring River Flower Moon Night' was even more unforgettable; I have a handwritten copy here."

"Hurry up and let me see it, don't hide it."

The group discussed animatedly, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Did that young lady write all of this?" the poor young man beside him murmured to himself, deeply moved.

After saying this, the poor young man walked into the alley with a somewhat disappointed expression, muttering something to himself.

Three more days passed quickly, and Han Bofan still hadn't appeared, or at least hadn't been discovered by Lin Ping.

"My lord, how much longer do we have to wait?" Guo Zhixi said with some dissatisfaction on the way to Cuiyun Residence.

She was content with her current life, but reason told her that she needed to complete the task as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.

"It should be soon. Nowadays, everyone in Huzhou knows the name Guo Zhixi. I'm sure Han Bofan can't contain his curiosity any longer," Lin Ping replied confidently.

“But we’ve never seen him before, so even if he does appear at Cuiyun Residence, we might not recognize him,” Guo Zhixi asked, expressing her doubts.

This is indeed a problem; Han Bofan won't write his name on his head.

“People with a guilty conscience often behave differently from ordinary people,” Lin Ping replied, having naturally considered this issue long ago.

Guo Zhixi said no more; she wanted to review the lyrics and music for today's performance.

Cuiyunju was always packed with customers, and the madam greeted her with a beaming smile.

Guo Zhixi brought huge profits to Cuiyunju just from the ticket sales alone.

The madam even considered forcing her to stay at Cuiyun Residence, but then worried that it would backfire and ruin their booming business.

Every time Guo Zhixi appeared, the audience erupted in cheers and shouts; almost everyone had come specifically to see her.

As for Wu Lanteng, she has gradually faded from public view, and only a few die-hard fans will glance at her.

After the song "Ode to White Hair" was sung, chaos almost broke out.

"Such an extraordinary woman exists in the world." In a corner, a poorly dressed young man secretly jots down the lyrics with paper and pen in his hand.

"Would someone who can afford a ticket dress so shabbily?"

This inconspicuous figure immediately caught Lin Ping's attention.

From the moment he entered, Lin Ping kept staring at him, and his series of unnatural behaviors all pointed to his identity.