Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"I...I don't know!"

Jia Ren cried out, his obese body trembling like a leaf.

Lin Mo's face darkened, and an invisible killing intent emanated from him.

Feng Niang narrowed her long, alluring eyes slightly, watching the scene with great interest.

Jia Ren, kneeling on the ground, seemed to feel the biting cold and was instantly terrified, collapsing completely.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Young Master Lin, please calm down!"

Jia Ren dared not hide anything any longer and shouted it out like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"Ever since the Lin family was exiled to Black Wind City, I have received a secret letter!"

"Enclosed with the letter was a box containing a full thousand taels of silver!"

"The letter said that I should keep a close watch on the Lin family's every move, and that I would be given a thousand taels of silver every month."

"All I need to do is... all I need to do is send the compiled intelligence to the 'Dingtai Tea House' in the capital every month!"

Beijing.

Dingtai Tea House?

Upon hearing the place name, Lin Mo immediately began frantically searching his mind for the original owner's memories.

However, it was completely blank.

The original owner lived in the capital for more than 20 years and was a typical playboy. He could navigate all the restaurants, teahouses, and brothels in the capital with his eyes closed.

But he really had no recollection of this "Ding Tai Tea House".

A place I've never heard of before.

A mysterious stronghold hidden in the shadows of the capital?

Lin Mo suddenly felt that the outline of the matter was becoming clearer and more dangerous.

The mastermind behind exiling his entire family here is still not at ease.

They spared no expense to keep the Lin family under constant surveillance.

An invisible net stretches from the capital all the way here, and the Lin family is the fish caught in that net.

interesting.

Really interesting.

A cold smile curved at the corners of Lin Mo's lips.

"Young Master Lin, this trouble you're in... is quite serious."

Feng Niang, who had been silent all along, lazily shifted her posture, her mature and alluring eyes scrutinizing Lin Mo with a look of inquiry.

She discovered that after hearing this shocking secret, the man showed no fear; instead, his eyes revealed a hint of...excitement?

What is this guy's courage made of?

Lin Mo ignored Feng Niang's teasing. He walked up to Jia Ren and looked down at the useless man who had collapsed in fear on the ground.

"When was the last letter sent?"

"What did it say in the letter?"

Jia Ren stammered, "Yes...yes, young master, it was sent out at the beginning of last month."

"The letter... only mentioned trivial matters. The Lin family is behaving themselves and has not made any unusual moves."

Lin Mo recalled for a moment.

Before I transmigrated here, the Lin family was indeed shrouded in a deathly atmosphere.

In other words, the latest intelligence received by the person in the capital was still the version that the Lin family was barely clinging to life in Black Wind City.

They were unaware that the Lin family's most useless youngest son had been replaced by a different person.

Little did they know that not only had this sickly man recovered, but he had also led a group of his sisters-in-law to stir up a massive storm in Black Wind City.

Poor information.

This is a really good product.

"Young Master Lin," Feng Niang's languid voice rang out again, interrupting Lin Mo's thoughts, "Are you satisfied with this gift?"

Her red lips parted slightly, and her alluring eyes were fixed on Lin Mo, as if she wanted to suck him in completely.

Lin Mo snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Feng Niang.

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

He turned around, no longer looking at the filth on the ground, and walked straight to Feng Niang.

"However, this alone is not enough."

Feng Niang raised an eyebrow and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring from her red lips.

"Oh? What else would you like, Young Master Lin?"

"Feng Niang has connections everywhere; I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Lin Mo got straight to the point.

"Help me find out what this 'Ding Tai Tea House' is all about."

"Okay." Feng Niang's red lips curled up, her voice soft and seductive, carrying a fatal attraction, "I'll help you investigate."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, surprised that she agreed so readily.

"I'll remember this favor from Feng Niang."

"Giggle giggle..."

Feng Niang's laughter echoed in the room, and the scenery in front of her rose and fell with it, almost blinding Lin Mo.

She stepped barefoot off the soft couch, extended her jade-like finger, and gently touched Lin Mo's chest.

"Young Master Lin, simply memorizing it isn't enough."

"My favors are always very valuable."

Feng Niang's voice was so alluring it could drip water, and her warm breath brushed against Lin Mo's face.

Lin Mo mentally screamed: Here we go again, this vixen is chanting her spells again!

His face immediately changed to the panic of an innocent young boy, his body even shrank back slightly, and his eyes looked "timid".

"Fengniang, you wouldn't... have to repay this favor in 'that' way again, would you?"

"I...I'm not that kind of person!"

Looking at Lin Mo's acting skills, which were even better than her own, Feng Niang cursed him inwardly as a little fox.

"Young Master Lin, what are you saying?"

"Sister, am I that kind of person?"

She gave Lin Mo a flirtatious sidelong glance.

"However, if Young Master Lin really wants to, I... am not incapable of doing so."

"My sister's door is always open for you."

Lin Mo coughed twice.

We can't hold on, we simply can't hold on.

This fairy's level is really too high.

Feng Niang looked at Lin Mo's flushed face and smiled smugly.

She walked back to the soft couch, leaned against it, her snow-white feet swinging back and forth, while her alluring eyes stared unblinkingly at Lin Mo.

"Young Master Lin, what do you intend to do with Jia Ren?"

"Do you want me to chop it up for you?"

"I guarantee I'll disappear completely, vanishing from the face of the earth."

Upon hearing this, Jia Ren on the ground bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

"No!!!"

Jia Ren scrambled and crawled, grabbing Feng Niang's leg and crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Feng Niang, spare me! Young Master Lin, spare me!"

Tears streaming down his face, he disregarded all official decorum and crawled toward Lin Mo on all fours.

"Young Master Lin! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was blind to your greatness! I was so foolish! Please, be magnanimous and just let me go!"

He cried and wailed as he banged his forehead against the carpet repeatedly, and soon blood appeared.

Lin Mo: "..."

Good guy.

This kowtowing is quite skillful.

Kill him?

Lin Mo shook his head.

Killing Jia Ren would cut off all communication with the capital, and they would only send an even more troublesome fellow, which would be asking for trouble.

"Lord Jia, do you want to live?"

Lin Mo squatted down and patted Jia Ren's greasy, fat face.

"Yes! Yes! I want to live! Young Master Lin, spare my life!"

Jia Ren nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Want to survive? It's simple."

To Jia Ren, Lin Mo's smile was more terrifying than that of a demon from hell.

"From today onwards, you need to change the content of your letters."

"Write whatever I tell you to write."

"For example, I wrote that my nine older brothers were poisoned to the bone marrow, and medicine was ineffective; they were on the verge of death."

"For example, writing about me, Lin Mo..."

Jia Renfu, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, quickly interjected, "Overwhelmed by grief, coughing up blood incessantly, emaciated, and nearing the end of his life?"

Lin Mo glanced at Jia Ren and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, this child is teachable."

"Remember, make it as tragic as possible, the more tragic the better."

"It would be best to make them think that my Lin family is about to be wiped out in the next second, and that even the coffins are ready."

Lin Mo paused, then added.

"No, it's not that we can't even afford to buy a coffin."

"Understood! Your humble servant understands!"

Jia Ren nodded emphatically, his mind already racing with ideas on how to write a heart-wrenching and poignant story, "The Blood and Tears of the Lin Family's Orphaned and Widowed Life."

He knew it perfectly well.

Deceiving that mysterious big shot in the capital might lead to my death.

But offending this smiling Yama in front of you means you'll die right now, immediately, right away!

This multiple-choice question is so obvious, even a fool could figure out the answer!