After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Since her stepfather died, Xia Ying has had no attachment to this family anymore.

Ever since he took over the Xia family's business, he has been scheming for himself.

He never competed with Xia Ci'en for anything, and he never even refuted the idea that Xia Ci'en was the future head of the family.

Because he had already made plans to transfer all of the Xia family's assets to himself before Xia Ci'en came of age.

In the end, all that will be left for Xia Ci'en and Han Jinhuan will be an empty shell.

He had to be very careful, very careful, to do all this.

If anyone in the Xia family discovers anything amiss, he will face utter ruin.

"Aren't we going to hand over the fleet to Han Jinhuan? If we do it too easily, he'll become suspicious. Yingying, you have to cooperate with me in putting on a show," Lin Er said with a smile. "If all goes well, this time we can get all of your uncle's dowry back."

Xia Ying's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

He was still young when his uncle died, and Han Jinhuan seized all of his uncle's dowry.

Furthermore, with his scoundrel father protecting him, Han Jinhuan's attempts to reclaim his father's dowry were repeatedly unsuccessful.

If we can get back my father's dowry this time, it will truly be a joyous occasion.

Xia Ying asked, "How do you want me to cooperate?"

A mysterious smile spread across Lin Er's face.

Xia Ying pouted. This sly fox, he just loves to keep things mysterious.

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Two days later, at the Xia residence.

In the main courtyard, Lin Er leisurely sipped his tea.

After the previous family reunion incident, Han Jinhuan was quite convinced of Lin Er's methods.

When facing Lin Er, he was even willing to give him a smile.

"My dear son-in-law, this is the first batch of Biluochun tea harvested around Qingming Festival this year. If you think it's good, your father will prepare some more for you to take home and enjoy slowly."

—Ye Qingyu, far away in the capital: Achoo!

Lin Er suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and said, "Han Cejun, there's no need for such formalities between us. I've come today with some incredibly good news for you, but I don't know if you can handle it."

Han Jinhuan waved to the servant in the room, "Son-in-law, please speak."

"You are a member of the Xia family, and you should know the value of the Xia family's fleet better than I do," Lin Er said. "I have a plan that can bring the Xia family's fleet into your hands."

Upon hearing this, Han Jinhuan felt a surge of excitement.

The Xia family's fleet can earn more than ten thousand taels of silver every year. Such a profitable business has long been coveted by the other branches of the family.

He suppressed his elation. "Is this really true?"

"nature."

"But the fleet has always been in Xia Ying's hands; how could he willingly hand it over?"

Lin Er said, "This requires you, Han Cejun, to make a choice."

Han Jinhuan said, "This... I would appreciate your guidance, my dear son-in-law."

Lin Erqing cleared his throat. "I've heard rumors that you seized Xia Ying's deceased father's dowry. Is that true?"

"That's utter nonsense, my dear son-in-law, don't believe those baseless rumors," Han Jinhuan hurriedly said.

Lin Er said nonchalantly, "So what if I've taken it? What trouble can a helpless young man cause?"

Han Jinhuan was momentarily confused about what he meant. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, son-in-law..."

"As long as the fleet is in your hands, the tens of thousands of taels of profit each year can all go into your pocket," Lin Er said. "Han Cejun, don't forget that all those dowries are recorded in gift lists. The more you spend, the more evidence Xia Ying will have against you."

Although Han Cejun began to waver, he was still unwilling to easily give up Xia Ying's dowry.

His current position in this mansion is largely due to the enormous wealth he controls.

How could he bear to give up!

Lin Er said, "So your husband is short-sighted. Don't you think that even if you return all the dowry to Xia Ying, he can only keep these things in the Xia family?"

"When your son inherits the family business in the future, the entire mansion will be yours."

"This is just a matter of passing the money around between your two hands. You're only temporarily entrusting this dowry to Xia Ying for safekeeping. In the end, it's still yours."

Lin Er glanced at him; Han Jinhuan was clearly persuaded, so he continued:

"But the fleet is different. The old patriarch has only been dead for a few years. Now is the opportunity for the people below to recognize a new master."

"If you give this opportunity to Xia Ying, even if your son inherits the family business in the future, do you think these old people who have followed Xia Ying for more than ten years will be loyal to your son?"

"Han, I'm in cahoots with you. Only if your son inherits the family business can I obtain the weaving technique for the silk gauze and rise to prominence from then on."

"I would never harm you."

Lin Er stood up. "That's all I have to say. You can think about it yourself."

Lin Er was very confident that Han Jinhuan would agree. This man was extremely greedy for money and power and would never give up the benefits he had gained.

Sure enough, just as Lin Er stepped out the door, he heard Han Jinhuan say, "Wait a moment, my dear son-in-law."

Lin Er curled the corners of his mouth into a faint, mocking smile.

As he turned around, his expression instantly returned to its usual perfect state. "Has Han Cejun finally figured it out?"

Han Jinhuan took a deep breath. "What makes you so confident that you can get that little bitch Xia Ying to agree to change the ownership of the fleet?"

Lin Er said, "You just need to hand over the key to the dowry storeroom to Xia Ying, and you don't need to do anything else. I will take care of everything for you."

Based on Xia Ying's understanding of Han Jinhuan, he should have weighed the pros and cons for a long time before making a decision, but unexpectedly, he had someone deliver the warehouse key that very night.

After receiving the warehouse key, Xia Ying handed over the fleet's roster, accounts, and everything else to the old man who had delivered the key.

After Han Jinhuan's people left, Xia Ying couldn't wait to take stock of her stepfather's dowry.

"Let's go," Lin Er said. "But I suspect he definitely tampered with it."

Although Han Jinhuan is not very bright, he is cautious and suspicious enough.

Xia Ying said, "I had someone secretly observe beforehand, and his men did go to the warehouse twice this afternoon, presumably taking away the most valuable items."

Do you have a gift list?

Xia Ying shook her head. "My bastard father gave Han Jinhuan the list of gifts from my stepfather directly. I have no idea what was in my stepfather's dowry."

"The money he's spent over the years is probably all from our little uncle's dowry. We'll make him spit it all out later."

"Um!"

The two arrived at the storeroom, where only some calligraphy, paintings, ornaments, and screens remained; there was almost no gold, silver, jewelry, or jade.

Although Lin Er had already guessed that this would happen, he still patted Xia Ying's head and comforted her, "Don't be sad, I will definitely get justice for you."

Xia Ying said, "I'm not sad at all. My late father loved these calligraphy and paintings the most. Luckily, Han Jinhuan didn't know their value. These are all works by famous artists, much more important than gold, silver, and jade."

"Yingying, I'll be having someone replace everything in the warehouse with counterfeit goods during this period. I need your help."