On the phone reading: Given Lin Caiwei's age, it's easy to judge her mother's. However, this middle-aged lady appears noticeably older than her peers—though she's probably no more than early forties, she looks like she's in her fifties. It's clear she's not thriving here. After all, this is a cultivation family where cultivators have a distinct advantage in maintaining youthful appearances. With just a little care—such as receiving a nourishing or youth-preserving pill—she wouldn't be in her current condition. Qin Daxiao couldn't help but feel a touch of warmth and a hint of sadness. The Lin family truly seems cold. Still, he smiled warmly and greeted her as his future mother-in-law: "Good afternoon, Madam. I'm Weiwei's boyfriend. My name is Qin Feng—call me Xiao Feng." Lin Bemei's mother was named Zhang Jie. When she was young, by chance she saved a man who was nearly freezing to death in the snow. In reality, the man hadn't fainted from cold—he had suffered a mishap during his cultivation practice and had nearly gone through a case of "fire entering the body and the spirit entering the realm." Later, this man became Lin Caiwei's father, and the three of them enjoyed a happy life for several years. He felt it was time to bring his wife and children back to the Lin family, so he decided to return first to gain the approval of the family head, and then bring them back. However, after he left, he lost all trace of communication. The mother and daughter waited for three years with great difficulty, and eventually, Zhang Jie, following her husband's earlier description, endured countless hardships to finally locate the Lin family. When Lin Fenglei first saw them—mother and daughter with no relatives or support—he looked stern and ordered them to leave. But after seeing how pitiful they were, he finally agreed to let them stay. Later, as Lin Caiwei demonstrated cultivation skills that surpassed those of her peers, the family's living conditions began to improve. That is to say, if it weren't for her becoming a cultivator, the dilapidated little courtyard wouldn't have been worthy of their staying. Lin Meiren quickly added, "Mom, I'm in the same class as Xiao Feng. He's also a cultivator, and his level is higher than mine. Just now in the living room, he easily defeated Lin Jiawei, giving him several dozen slaps in a row—everyone was completely stunned!" In the living room, a square table and two chairs were placed in the center, while a side table against the wall held candle stands and other items. The ceiling was a wooden roof with exposed rafters, several of which had turned black and covered in mold, and only one solitary light bulb remained. Beyond these, the living room contained nothing else. "Xiao Feng, our home conditions are really quite poor—please don't mind, sit down," Chapter Jie gently invited him to the chair. There were only two chairs; once she sat, either she or her daughter would have to stand. He smiled and said, "Auntie, you sit down, and Weiwei, come here and sit with me!" "Oh," Lin Meiren complied and walked over, sitting beside him on one chair. After Chapter Jie had settled, he waved his hand, and in a matter of moments, gifts piled up on the table. He smiled and said, "Auntie, since this is our first meeting, I didn't know what you'd prefer, so I've brought a few ordinary items—nothing special. Please don't be too formal with me!" "There are so many things!" Zhang Jie had always lived a simple life. Since coming here, no one had ever brought her gifts—except her daughter. Lin Meiren's large eyes shone with tears. Her mother, having stayed so isolated for so many years, might not know the true value of these items, but Lin Meiren did. First, there were high-end skincare products worth tens of thousands of yuan—newly launched by Qin Group, specifically the premium limited editions, whose complex raw materials and craftsmanship had made them rare, almost priceless. Then, tucked away in a less noticeable corner, there was a bottle of beauty tonic that could help her mother look at least ten years younger. Following that came various health supplements, mostly made from herbs collected in the small steaming cauldron. For this, Hou Bo had put in considerable effort. The only other person who enjoyed such treatment was the distant Wei elder in the capital. Moreover, it wasn't necessarily better what Wei Qingtian received—after all, it wasn't free. Lin Meiren had seen on more than one occasion how Qin Feng often traded a small box of medicine for a pile of valuable items from Wei Grandpa. In the end, it was some precious accessories—such as diamond pendants and platinum necklaces—and several sets of high-end clothing. These items had all been purchased by Qin the Younger without Lin Meiren's knowledge. Since the visit to the Lin family had been arranged rather last-minute, there hadn't been time to specifically shop for gifts, yet Qin the Younger had still taken the initiative to make personal arrangements, which deeply moved Lin Caiwei. "Mom, these are Qin Feng's heartfelt gifts—please do accept them," Lin Meiren said, holding back the tears of happiness. "But how am I supposed to use all of these?" Chapter Jie asked, looking at Qin Feng. "You're all young and have so many expenses. As for me, an old woman, I simply don't need all this spending—it would be too wasteful!" "Qin, with a serious expression, said, 'Auntie, I'd like to tell you about Mr. Lin... I'm sure he hasn't shared my situation with you. In fact, I can勉强 be considered a well-off person. I've been living quite well with Weiwei outside. You don't need to worry about that!' Daughter took her mother's hand and said, 'What Xiao Feng said is true, Mom. You should be able to imagine it—how could Xiao Feng, someone starting from nothing, have earned the Lin family's recognition? They're all like wolves!' 'Alright, alright, I'll take these.' Zhang Jie wiped away a tear, quickly trying not to let her happiness overflow. 'You two sit down for a while, I'll go prepare the meals!' 'I'll help you,' Lin Beauty followed her mother. Qin also stood up and said, 'I'll assist!' The two outlying rooms—one serves as the kitchen, the other as the toilet and bathroom—feature equally simple furnishings, simple enough to be described as modest. Soon after, lively voices and laughter filter from the kitchen. This small courtyard has not echoed with such laughter for a long time. Nearby, a man whose face is swollen like a dumpling peers over in a secretive manner several times, muttering in resentment, "Qi's young man, I swear to heaven—I'll make sure you suffer. You're done for."