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

"Sixth Sister-in-law!"

Lin Mo gave a low shout, and without thinking, he took off after them.

Is this woman crazy?

Amidst the heavy rain, a remarkable scene unfolded in the backyard of Dingbei Prefecture.

The petite Shen Qinghe ran ahead recklessly, the rain soaking through her dress, which clung tightly to her body.

Lin Mo followed closely behind her, a few steps behind, the rain blurring his vision.

"Slow down! Be careful, the road is slippery!"

Lin Mo called out from behind, but his voice was completely drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain.

The two walked one after the other, splashing water everywhere and leaving a trail of messy footprints on the slippery bluestone slabs.

The gate of Qingya Residence is right in front of us.

Shen Qinghe practically burst through the courtyard gate and staggered inside.

Instead of rushing towards the bedroom where she could find shelter from the rain, she headed straight for the lonely little pavilion in the corner of the yard.

Lin Mo rushed over and finally saw the scene inside the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, there is a stone table with a solitary guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) on it.

At this moment, the body of the guqin was covered with a layer of fine water droplets, which looked somewhat desolate in the dim light.

"My piano!"

Shen Qinghe let out a heartbroken cry.

The despair in that voice made Lin Mo's heart clench.

He finally understood why the girl had gone mad.

The reason for the relationship is this guqin (ancient Chinese stringed instrument).

Shen Qinghe rushed into the pavilion, not caring that she was soaked to the bone, and used her sleeves to wipe the rainwater off the zither.

But my sleeves were wet and I couldn't dry them at all.

It was completely to no avail.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghe became even more anxious.

She simply hugged the guqin to her arms, shielding it from the wind and rain with her own body, and stumbled towards the bedroom.

Lin Mo sighed and could only follow him inside.

"Bang!"

The door was flung open, and a faint scent of ink and the delicate fragrance of orchids wafted out.

Shen Qinghe gently placed the guqin on the long table, her movements as delicate as if she were handling a priceless treasure.

She was trembling all over, not from the cold, but from extreme panic.

The guqin is most susceptible to moisture. At best, it will affect the tone; at worst, it will crack and render the instrument unusable.

These are her mother's belongings.

It was the only memento left to her when the Shen family fell into ruin and her mother died in despair.

Her husband and second sister came suddenly today, and she was in such a hurry to leave that she forgot to bring it back inside...

Thinking of this, Shen Qinghe felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.

She frantically rummaged through the cabinet for a piece of cotton cloth, stumbled back to the table, and carefully wiped the water stains off the instrument.

No matter how much I wipe it, it won't get clean.

"Stop wiping, it's useless."

Lin Mo followed him into the house, then closed the door behind him, shutting out the wind and rain outside.

Shen Qinghe stopped moving.

She looked up, her face, wet with rain and tears, filled with helplessness.

Water droplets slid down her smooth forehead and delicate chin, and a few strands of wet hair clung to her cheeks, making her look pitiful.

"Water... has seeped in."

Shen Qinghe trembled as she reached out her fingers and stroked the jade dots called "hui" on the surface of the zither.

Water droplets were seeping into the wood little by little along the edge of the emblem.

"We need to...we need to take it apart..."

Shen Qinghe muttered to herself, put down the cotton cloth, and began to feel around at the bottom of the guqin with both hands.

She found the tenons and mortises on the bottom of the guqin and tried to unscrew them.

The more anxious I got, the less my hands obeyed me, and I couldn't take it apart even after trying for a long time.

"How could this be... how could this happen..."

A wave of despair washed over her instantly.

She slumped to the ground, clutching the cold instrument, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably, and suppressed sobs escaped her throat.

"Waaah..."

Seeing Shen Qinghe like this, Lin Mo felt very uncomfortable.

Her crying was so heartbreaking.

He stepped forward and knelt down beside her.

"How about... I give it a try?"

The crying stopped abruptly.

Shen Qinghe raised her head, looking at Lin Mo with teary eyes.

"You...you can?"

"Won't."

Lin Mo answered very decisively.

The glimmer of hope that had just appeared on Shen Qinghe's face was instantly extinguished.

"I can't even tell whether this thing is called a guqin or a guzheng."

Lin Mo confessed honestly.

"However," he changed the subject.

"I have a steady hand, and taking things apart is one of my strengths."

"How about you take charge of providing guidance, and I'll handle the actual disassembly?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe looked up at Lin Mo, then looked down at her still trembling hands.

"……good."

A single word seemed to have exhausted her only hope.

"Let's begin."

Lin Mo clapped his hands, and a barely perceptible stream of light swept across his fingers.

[God's Hand] activated.

"Alright, Chief Engineer, please give your first instruction."

Shen Qinghe was taken aback by his strange address, and forgot her sobs, but quickly got into character.

She wiped away her tears and pointed to the two wooden feet at the end of the guqin.

"First, remove these two 'goose feet'."

"Just unscrew it by hand. The parts are very small, so be slow and don't damage the wood."

"Goose foot? Here?"

Lin Mo pointed to the two exquisite wooden legs.

"Um."

Shen Qinghe nodded.

Upon receiving Shen Qinghe's affirmative answer, Lin Mo reached out and grasped the two feet of the zither, which were called "goose feet".

Then, exert force with both hands and rotate slowly and evenly.

"Click, click..."

A slight scraping sound rang out, and Shen Qinghe's heart jumped into her throat.

Finally, Lin Mo removed the two goose feet intact and placed them aside.

"call……"

Shen Qinghe let out a long sigh.

"and then?"

Lin Mo asked again.

"Then, turn the violin over so the bottom plate is facing up."

Lin Mo did as instructed and turned the guqin over.

On the flat base, there are two rectangular openings, known as the "Dragon Pool" and the "Phoenix Swamp".

"The base is fixed with fish glue. You need to find a thin blade and slowly insert it from the edge of the dragon pool to pry open the gap little by little."

As Shen Qinghe spoke, she pointed out the exact location to Lin Mo with her finger.

Because they were squatting, the two were very close, and Lin Mo could even smell the unique scent of rain and orchids on her body.

"Here?" Lin Mo asked.

"Mmm." Shen Qinghe nodded.

Lin Mo looked around.

"Do you have any razor blades here?"

Shen Qinghe shook her head. She only had a small knife for cutting paper in her room, but that kind was too thick.

Lin Mo thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin metal piece from his system space.

This is a little gadget he scavenged from the Azure Dragon Society's treasury. It looks like some kind of dart used by assassins. He thought it was pretty, so he put it in his system space.

"Will this work?"

Lin Mo handed the metal piece to Shen Qinghe to look at.

Shen Qinghe looked at the gleaming metal piece and nodded.

So Lin Mo held the metal piece and carefully probed it into the edge of the "Dragon Pool".

His movements were light and steady; the metal sheet slid precisely into the gap in the wooden board like a swimming fish.

Shen Qinghe held her breath, not daring to even blink.

She saw that Lin Mo's fingers were incredibly steady, as if he was born to do this kind of delicate work.

[My husband's...husband's hand is so steady...]

"This board is very thin, so we have to be careful."

Lin Mo pried it open while muttering to himself.

He carefully cut the aged fish maw along the seam, bit by bit.

The thin soundboard creaked and groaned as Lin Mo pried it, as if it might break at any moment.

Shen Qinghe's heart leaped into her throat, and she unconsciously moved closer to Lin Mo, almost pressing herself against him.

Only the sound of rain outside and the faint tinkling of the piano board remained in the room.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet.

Under the dim light, Shen Qinghe's plain face was flushed with nervousness.

She looked at Lin Mo's focused profile and his steady, strong hands, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.