Marry Me

Starry Cafe, private booth.

"You... what did you say?" Tang Ping's voice was raspy from having just choked, and it held an undisguised shock.

He even doubted if he was suffering from auditory hallucinations. The girl before him, a cold-tempered class monitor from the Luo Family, had just proposed to him?

One had to realize, just a few minutes ago, he was still lamenting the "invisible chasm" between them, wondering if Luo Xiaoyu was only seeking him out because of the fierce competition at Galaxy Warrior University, looking for an ally or perhaps a subordinate to work for her.

But now, she had skipped all the buildup and dropped the bombshell of "marriage," completely disrupting all his expectations.

Luo Xiaoyu watched his disheveled state without a hint of mockery. Instead, she stood up, picked up a napkin from the table, and handed it to Tang Ping. Her movements were gentle, yet carried a natural concern: "Wipe yourself off first, be careful not to burn yourself."

Tang Ping took the napkin and wiped his mouth and cuffs haphazardly, his mind feeling like a tangled mess.

"Class monitor, you... you aren't joking, are you?" Tang Ping steadied himself, trying to make his tone sound calm. "We're only eighteen, and we don't usually interact much. Why would you suddenly propose marriage?"

He truly couldn't wrap his head around it.

As a genius disciple of the Luo Family, Luo Xiaoyu's future achievements were bound to be limitless. The suitors lining up for her could probably stretch from the school to the spaceport of the Black Dragon Empire's capital planet. Why would she set her sights on him, an ordinary warrior who "relied on Luo Family subsidies to live"?

Even though he had awakened Spiritual Telekinesis, in the eyes of the Luo Family, he was merely "someone with a bit of potential," far from the level that would prompt a direct descendant of the Luo Family to propose.

Could there be some conspiracy? Tang Ping's vigilance spiked instantly; his past life's experiences made him exceptionally cautious about "free lunches."

He even began to speculate: did the Luo Family need a "matrilocal son-in-law" to stabilize their position? Or did Luo Xiaoyu have some unspeakable secret and needed someone to temporarily deal with her family?

Most importantly, with his current and future talent, he had a vast and promising future ahead of him. How could he possibly become a lowly, looked-down-upon kept man?

Besides, if he became a kept man, how could he build the harem of his dreams? How could he possibly hang himself from a single tree?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Luo Xiaoyu's fingertips lightly traced the rim of her coffee cup, her tone more resolute than before: "I'm not joking. And it's not you marrying into the Luo Family; it's me marrying you, becoming your wife."

With a "boom," the confusion in Tang Ping's mind doubled.

He subconsciously looked the girl up and down. A single ponytail hung behind her shoulders, the tips swaying gently with her breath. Her long legs, wrapped in skinny jeans, were crossed, and the tips of her white sneakers were slightly raised, revealing a hint of imperceptible nervousness. Only her eyes remained clear, without a shred of jest.

He rubbed his chin; the sensation of his stubble against his fingertips helped him calm down slightly.

This was too absurd: a Luo Family descendant, the school's beauty and class monitor, passing over countless young talents in the Milky Way Galaxy just to marry him, an orphan who "lived on subsidies"? If there wasn't something fishy going on, he wouldn't believe he had awakened Spiritual Telekinesis.

After half a minute of contemplation, Tang Ping couldn't suppress the panic in his heart and spoke with a probing tone: "Sister Xiaoyu, can you tell me the truth? I'm a bit scared. Is there some trap the Luo Family has set for me to jump into?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiaoyu suddenly smiled.

This was the first time Tang Ping had seen her smile. Her cold temperament seemed to melt like ice under the sun, and fine, sparkling mirth appeared in her eyes, even the corners of her mouth curving into a beautiful arc.

"Don't worry, no one is forcing me, and there is no power play requiring me to enter a political marriage. Actually, I'm just like you—I have no parents, and in the Luo Family, I'm just a 'nominal descendant'."

She paused, her fingertips stopping their movement, and her tone deepened: "The transport ship your parents were on when they had their accident? My parents were on it too. We are, in a sense, companions in misfortune."

Tang Ping was stunned, his defenses instantly crumbling by half. He had never imagined that there was such a connection between him and this "high and mighty" class monitor.

"As for marrying you, it's simply to ensure our path of cultivation goes further." Luo Xiaoyu picked up her coffee and took a sip; the warm liquid seemed to make her more relaxed.

"Tang Ping, do you think that relying only on ourselves, without external support, how far can we go in this lifetime?"

"A World Lord, perhaps?" Tang Ping blurted out.

After awakening Spiritual Telekinesis, he felt confident in his talent, coupled with the Luo Family's annual subsidies—and the Luo Family of the future was a transcendent giant power in the great universe.

Under such circumstances, breaking through to become a World Lord didn't seem like an unreachable dream.

Luo Xiaoyu shook her head gently, her eyes holding a clarity that transcended her age: "Do you know how many inhabited planets there are in the Milky Way Galaxy? Over 210,000, with a population in the quadrillions.

According to the Luo Family's internal data, in such a massive base, the birth of a single Universe Level powerhouse is already a 'chosen one.'

As for a World Lord?"

She laughed at herself, tapping her fingers lightly on the table: "Under normal development, it takes 1,000 star systems to produce one World Lord-level powerhouse.

Those World Lords who stand at the pinnacle of the galaxy are either born as cosmic beasts or have Immortals paving the way for them. We might have decent talent on Earth, but in the entire Milky Way, we don't even qualify as 'potential stocks.'

Becoming Universe Level is already a blessing for us."

Luo Xiaoyu continued: "You think Universe Level is strong? In the Luo Family, Universe Level warriors are nothing more than 'high-level slaves.'

But in the Silver Blue Empire, a Universe Level warrior can become a planetary lord, controlling the resources of dozens of inhabited planets. That is the difference of 'background'."

"So, what you mean is..." Tang Ping frowned.

Luo Xiaoyu seemed to see through his thoughts and pointed it out directly: "Our country's ancient cultivation world has four elements: 'Wealth, Companions, Dharma, and Land.' Since our talent isn't enough, we naturally have to rely on external forces to compensate.

The word 'Wealth' comes first. Without resources, even the best talent will be buried."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping lower: "In the Luo Family, for a descendant to get extra resources, there are only three ways: perform great deeds, increase one's strength, or marriage. Marrying a husband who has potential and knows how to manage money is much easier than fighting for those 'merit-based resources' myself."

"So you're treating me as a tool?" Tang Ping's brow furrowed tighter, his tone tinged with wariness. "To have me give you children and help you secure the Luo Family's resources?"

In his past life, he had seen too many stories about "kept men" and "gigolos." Back then, he had envied the life of "earning money while lying down," but if he actually had the chance, he still wanted to be the one in charge.

Luo Xiaoyu shook her head: "Of course not. According to the Luo Family's rules, a husband's strength also counts as 'family contribution.' If you raise your realm, I can obtain additional cultivation resources;

This is mutual benefit, not exploitation."

She paused, her tone becoming more candid: "I've observed you. You've managed the inheritance your parents left behind very steadily, without squandering it like other orphans. When you were swindled by Zhang Min, you were able to cut through the mess and demand the debt back without any hesitation."

"You understand how to manage money better than I do, and you have more patience than I do."

"Therefore, after we marry, my plan is to spend seven days each month during my ovulation period preparing for pregnancy with you, while dedicating all other time to closed-door cultivation. You will manage all the family assets, and we will split the annual profits fifty-fifty; my share will be used entirely to purchase cultivation resources."

"You won't be under any restrictions. Your share of the profits will be your personal wealth, and I guarantee I will never interfere with it. We can even sign a prenuptial agreement on this point."

Tang Ping's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

To gain a fair-skinned, beautiful, and elegant school belle as a wife for free, while also receiving a share of the Luo Family's resources—and on top of that, managing the money himself without having to answer to his wife—he could even leverage his status as the "Luo Family son-in-law" to access higher-tier cultivation resources. This was an absolute win-win deal!

As for feelings? That was a minor detail. After all, as the old saying goes, affection grows with time!