Live-in Son-in-law
Chapter 52 White Dragon Scale

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 White Dragon Scale

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow, this woman was too much. Taking over his wife during the day was one thing, but wanting to sleep together at night too?

However, when he saw the handprint on Lin Hongzhuang’s face, his mood improved, even though it was somewhat unethical.

"Hey, did you hear me?" Lin Hongzhuang impatiently shouted.

Qin Yi pressed his lips together, too lazy to bother with her. As long as Xia Yanbing didn’t tell him to leave, he wouldn’t go.

"Qin, are you deaf?" Lin Hongzhuang yelled, but suddenly her eyes sparkled, "Are you jealous thinking about me cuddling that fragrant and soft Bingbing?"

Qin Yi gnashed his teeth, damn, of course, I’m jealous. I haven’t even held her once.

"Let me tell you, Bingbing smells so good and she’s so soft, especially..."

"What’s wrong with your face?" Qin Yi interrupted her, not wanting to hear her nonsense, feeling sour inside.

Lin Hongzhuang was slightly startled, "Oh, are you worried about me?"

"Don’t misunderstand, I just want to ask if Xiaobing’s okay?"

Lin Hongzhuang’s face fell as she said sarcastically, "Don’t worry, Bingbing’s fine. I’ll just put some ice on my face, and it will be fine tomorrow. But your leg will never get better."

Qin Yi’s mouth twitched, this Lin Hongzhuang had to be Dong Jinsu’s daughter.

Just then, Xia Yanbing walked in, still holding an ice pack.

"Qin Yi, go sleep in the guest room tonight. Linlin is injured, I’ll take care of her tonight."

Qin Yi smiled helplessly, nodding slightly, and wheeled himself out.

"Bingbing, let me tell you, I said earlier that I wanted to sleep holding you tonight, and this guy got jealous. You have to be careful, who knows, he might crawl into your bed one night. From now on, I’ll always sleep with you to protect you."

Xia Yanbing replied, "Stop talking nonsense, sit down quickly, and let me put ice on your face."

Qin Yi was so annoyed he gnashed his teeth, he knew Lin Hongzhuang said that on purpose for him to hear. This wicked woman, why didn’t Fatty slap her mouth?

...

The next day, in the morning.

The Dong Family’s car arrived to pick up Qin Wan’er.

Qin Yi went with them to the Qin Family, played with Xiaorui until after lunch, and left alone in the afternoon.

Qin Yi didn’t return home but went to the herbal market instead, searching for herbs to refine a Breakthrough Pill.

Yinfeng City’s herbal market is very large, with many storefronts and quite a few small vendors.

However, Qin Yi wandered for more than two hours and still couldn’t find suitable herbs.

Although the herbs for the Breakthrough Pill are common, those that are several decades old are rare, such as Lingzhi, which needs to be over thirty years old at least.

"Little brother, you can obviously walk, why are you in a wheelchair?"

Qin Yi was startled and turned his head to see a small stall owner wearing a worn jacket smiling at him.

"Are you talking to me?" Qin Yi asked uncertainly.

The stall owner nodded with a smile.

Qin Yi’s heart skipped a beat. He had long heard that experts were among the common people; could he have met an extraordinary person? Otherwise, how would the owner know he could stand?

The stall owner discreetly approached, taking out a small white porcelain bottle, looked around, and whispered to Qin Yi, "This is the Resurrection Pill passed down through my family. It can revive the dead and regrow bones. Just take one, and in forty-nine days, you’ll walk as fast as the wind."

Qin Yi was dubious, "Is it that amazing?"

"Of course. It’s only because I feel a connection with you that I’m selling it to you. I don’t tell just anyone." The stall owner opened the bottle for Qin Yi to see, inside was a dark pill, "This elixir took me eighty-one days to refine, only five thousand, and it’s yours."

Qin Yi sniffed, a faint earthy smell, and his face immediately darkened, "Do you believe I’ll break your bones into eighty-one pieces? What kind of fake mud pill is this? You jerk."

Qin Yi wheeled himself away, thinking he’d really met a master, but it was all about 49, 81, just a scammer who knew the multiplication table.

The little stall owner muttered a few words about not recognizing a treasure and went looking for the next gullible target.

It was Qin Yi’s first time here, and the place was filled with all sorts, especially these small vendors, selling inferior goods, pretending to be real, making a sale at any cost, cheating if necessary.

Qin Yi circled around twice, quite disappointed, as they had none of the herbs he needed.

Just as he prepared to check out some storefronts, he suddenly stopped in the market corner. An old man with gray hair, his face wrinkled, was puffing on a pipe with a worried frown.

The old man had no stall, just a snakeskin bag on the ground, and on it was a black wooden box containing a mushroom-like thing, silver in color.

Qin Yi’s eyes lit up, what a find.

He wheeled himself over to the old man, smiling, "Old man, is this for sale?"

The old man, hearing someone asking, quickly put down his pipe, looked up at Qin Yi with an honest smile, revealing teeth yellowed and blackened from smoking, and rasped, "Yes, yes, I’m selling it."

"Old man, what are you selling here?" Qin Yi asked.

The old man quickly explained, "This is something my father once found up in the mountains when he was alive, he said it’s Silver Ganoderma, already several hundred years old..."

"Oh please, Silver Ganoderma? I’ve been in this business for over a decade and never heard of Silver Ganoderma. Clearly, it’s a scam. Little brother, come check my stall instead." The nearby vendor mocked sarcastically before the old man could finish.

The old man lowered his head nervously, softly saying, "My father practiced medicine all his life; he wouldn’t deceive me..."

"What a joke. Never mind if this Silver Ganoderma even exists. Look at your stuff, does it look like Ganoderma? Since when is Ganoderma white and so thin? Clearly a scam. Little brother, don’t believe him, come see me, I have all kinds of herbs." The nearby vendor spoke disdainfully.

The old man rubbed his dry hands nervously, staying silent. Indeed, it didn’t look like Ganoderma; he’d been mocked for days trying to sell it, perhaps his father was really mistaken. After all, his father was only a barefoot doctor from the village, without formal training.

Qin Yi, however, squinted slightly. This was indeed Ganoderma, and the old man wasn’t wrong. It’s called Silver Ganoderma, also known as White Dragon Scale, a top-tier Ganoderma, rarely seen, so few recognized it.

"Old man, how much for this Ganoderma?" Qin Yi smiled as he asked.

The old man looked at Qin Yi, hesitated for a bit, and nervously whispered, "Two hundred fifteen thousand three hundred dollars."

"Old guy, have you gone mad for money? Something so worthless, and you dare ask for two hundred fifteen thousand? Why not just rob?" The nearby vendor laughed loudly, trying to draw Qin Yi in, "Little brother, come here, genuine Ganoderma. Look, twenty-year-old Ganoderma, age guaranteed, only three thousand dollars."

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