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Sweat, how can this be related to me? I am a faithful supporter of the enlightened policies of the Great Hua Dynasty. My wife must not be limited to just one. Moreover, I am much smarter than this old Xu. Although Xu Wenlong is wise in major matters, he acts foolish in matters of the heart. If I were him and Su Qinglian tried to play games with me, I would directly bind her, perform the marriage ceremony, have five or six or seven or eight children, and see how she still says, "I hope you also wholeheartedly treat me."

"Learn from him? He's utterly foolish," Lin Wanrong said, "This old man should learn from me."

"Learn from you?" Miss asked, wiping away tears.

"Learn from me - strong, domineering, philanthropic, and resolute. In the face of the woman you like, if she doesn't respond positively, use various means, never let go. This old Xu is stubborn, drilling into a dead end, truly foolish," Lin Wanrong lamented.

Originally, a very touching atmosphere was completely destroyed by Lin San's almost rogue-like remarks. Miss was both angry and annoyed. This man, for some reason, during serious moments, he could make people cry when he laughed, and during sad moments, he could make people laugh. So annoying.

Before they finished talking, there was a bang, the sound of a broken string. Looking closely, it was Su Qinglian's snow-white fingers forcefully breaking the strings. She looked at Xu Wei and slowly said, "Master Xu, this jade-like qin was your gift from years ago. Today, I return it to you, thus closing the chapter on our thirty-year relationship."

Xu Wei's lips trembled, unable to utter a word. Su Qinglian, with a bitter smile, hurriedly rushed out of the cabin, intending to jump into the lake.

However, Lin Wanrong was quick to react. He caught up with Su Qinglian in a few steps, grabbing her sleeve, "Miss Su, the water is shallow on this side. It's better to go over there."

"What do you mean?" Su Qinglian asked in surprise.

Lin Wanrong smiled, "It's just fulfilling your wish."

Meanwhile, Xu Wei caught up and held Su Qinglian's hand, excitedly saying, "Qinglian, please don't be impulsive. Back then, I wronged you. I'm willing to make amends. Please give me another chance."

Su Qinglian cried, "What's the use of saying all this now? Let go of me, let me die."

Xu Wei tightly held Su Qinglian, and the two of them entangled with each other.

Lin Wanrong felt frustrated watching them. Clearly, they had mutual feelings, yet they made such a fuss. He couldn't understand why these two sixty-year-olds were acting like this.

Miss walked to his side, frowning, "What should we do?"

Lin Wanrong smiled, "What about the red thread you have hidden in your sleeve?"

Miss blushed, "Who said I hid the red thread? What do you want it for?"

Lin Wanrong pointed to Su Qinglian and Xu Wei and said, "Look at how awkward these two are. I guess we have to play matchmakers."

Once Miss understood his meaning, she blushed a bit and said, "I knew you were up to no good."

"Alright, alright, don't pull and tug," Lin Wanrong walked to Xu Wei's side, used the embroidered needle to thread the red string onto his robe, and then loudly said, "Let me say a few words."

Miss also firmly held Su Qinglian, tightly tying the threaded needle to her clothes.

"Gentleman, who are you?" Su Qinglian, while crying, asked Lin Wanrong.

"Who am I?" Lin Wanrong smiled, "I am Lin San. Xu Wenlong claims to be the most talented person in the world, but I am the second. Remember that, Miss Su. Thank me properly when your wish comes true."

"A dying person, what wish can they fulfill?" Su Qinglian cried.

Lin Wanrong smiled, "Although life is as fleeting as grass, it has its spring blossoms and autumn fruits. How can we easily talk about life and death? Miss Su, thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Do you still care about this moment?."

Su Qinglian sighed, and Lin Wanrong seized that moment of hesitation, saying, "Mr. Xu, Miss Su, I have a few questions. Please answer carefully, don't lie. It's related to your eternal future."

Xu Wei naturally knew that Lin San was trying to help him and hurriedly nodded. Su Qinglian, however, remained silent.

"Mr. Wenlong, have you really forgotten Miss Su over the years?" Lin Wanrong asked leisurely.

At this critical moment, Xu Wenlong couldn't care about his dignity anymore and hurriedly said, "Where did this come from? For thirty years, I have never forgotten Qinglian. Even if it's just letters, I don't know how many I've sent."

So this Xu Wenlong had been writing love letters to Su Qinglian. Lin Wanrong continued, "Then why didn't you come to find Miss Su earlier?"

Xu Wei sighed, "Back then, Qinglian's letter was well known. It blocked all my paths, and I, having the intention, had no face to see her."

Lin Wanrong nodded, then turned to Su Qinglian, "Miss Su, do you really not miss Mr. Xu anymore?"

Su Qinglian, with a stern face, snorted but a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes. Lin Wanrong said with a smile, "Let me answer this question. After writing that letter all those years ago, Miss has probably been regretting it. But as an example for you women, she couldn't easily retract it. And Mr. Xu and she both have some face to maintain, so with each dragging day, it ended up being thirty years. In fact, there's just a piece of paper between them. Once it's torn, everything will be fine." Lin Wanrong sighed.

Upon careful consideration, it was indeed just a piece of paper. Miss sighed in her heart. She glanced at Lin San and gently laughed, "Today, by tying this red thread, you've done a good deed. It's just that your methods are extremely lacking."

Lin Wanrong, puzzled, asked, "What's lacking?"

"The red thread, however, you've tethered is not in the right place."

"Then where should it be bound?" Lin Wanrong inquired curiously.

"Red thread bound to the ankles; you, the second most learned in the world, haven't even heard of this allusion?" Miss arrogantly smiled, like an innocent girl, raised her small foot, proudly displayed for a moment, and inadvertently tied the red thread to her delicate ankle.

Perspiration, this, indeed, hasn't been studied. Lin Wanrong, with a purely scholarly attitude, tied the other end of the red thread to his own foot, saying, "Is it fine to tether like this? I find it very unreliable. Miss and I, however, do not have that fate. How can it be tied?"

Xiao Yuruo was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the red thread tied to the feet of the two. Suddenly, her face turned crimson, and she softly said, "Lin San, don't tie it randomly. Quickly untie the one on your foot." She spoke, her face blushing with embarrassment, avoiding eye contact.

"Why untie yours?" Lin Wanrong chuckled. "Is this trivial matter worth being lazy about?"

He was about to untie the red thread, but heard swishing sounds. Suddenly, several dark figures emerged from below, gleaming with knives. One person shouted loudly, "Kill Xu Wei."

Another person's sword was swift, hitting right in the middle of the red thread tied to the feet of the two.

The red thread broke silently, right in the middle.