Give Me Back My Resources!

Chen Yu laughed in exasperation.

His laughter was full of mockery.

"Then why did you become my fiancée in the first place?"

Ya Li's gaze flickered. She lowered her head, and her voice softened.

"Commander Huang wanted you to start a family. I didn't want him to leave with regrets, so I said that."

"Fine."

Chen Yu nodded, expressionless.

"But afterward, I asked you as well. If you had only said it so my master could pass away peacefully, we could have called off the engagement."

"You said yourself that you truly wanted to be with me."

Ya Li lifted her head. Tears welled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"But only now do I realize that wasn't love!"

Chen Yu practically wanted to applaud Ya Li.

Looking at the woman before him, countless emotions churned in his heart.

The Ya Li of today was worlds apart from the Ya Li in the original work.

Her cultivation had reached the realm of a Limit Douluo.

At the same time, her lifespan had become extraordinarily long.

As for the life force Ya Li had expended saving people...

He had replenished every last bit of it.

He had even paid an enormous price to borrow the divine artifact Life Praise from the Federation's Yu Family.

All to ensure that Ya Li would not deplete her own life force while saving others.

That was why Ya Li had not suffered excessive damage to her origin and had been able to break through to Limit Douluo.

Not to mention that every year, he allocated tens of billions of Federation Coins to promote Ya Li's deeds throughout the Federation.

This allowed Ya Li to steadily obtain an immense amount of faith power.

By now, there was even a saying within the Federation: "They know only the Holy Spirit, not the Sea God."

And now she was saying...

That wasn't love?

Chen Yu stared at Ya Li. His gaze grew colder and colder, while the smile on his lips deepened.

Yet there was not the slightest warmth in that smile...

Only bone-deep chill.

At this point, Chen Yu had no intention of continuing to argue with Ya Li.

People like this had their own twisted values and perceptions. They always used so-called "love" to conceal the selfishness buried deep within their hearts.

At the same time, he could not be bothered to dwell on Ya Li's thoughts or reasons for behaving this way.

Chen Yu calmly withdrew his gaze, raised his right hand, and pressed a button beside him.

A faint hum sounded.

A moment later, there were three knocks on the office door before it was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a dark formal suit and gold-rimmed glasses entered. It was Pan Wen, the secretary-general.

His steps were steady, and his expression respectful. After entering, he gave a slight bow.

"Mr. Speaker, you called for me?"

Chen Yu leaned back in his chair, his tone casual, as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary.

"List all of Her Holiness Holy Spirit's resource expenditures over the past thirty-plus years."

Pan Wen paused slightly. His gaze swiftly swept over Ya Li, who was seated on the sofa, before he immediately looked away.

He asked no questions. He merely acknowledged the order respectfully and turned to leave.

Ya Li's expression changed instantly.

She shot to her feet from the sofa and stared at Chen Yu in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly.

"Brother Yu, what do you mean by this?!"

"What do I mean?"

Chen Yu looked at her with apparent confusion, his gaze so calm it was nearly indifferent.

"Your expenses over these years were all funded from my personal account."

"Did you think that because you didn't have to undertake any obligations to the Federation, you could enjoy unconditional preferential resources?"

"Now that we've broken up, just return all the resources you used after becoming my fiancée."

"After all..."

"My things were for my fiancée to use."

"Not for a stranger."

His tone was very flat, as though he were merely stating an entirely ordinary fact.

Hearing this, Ya Li's expression shifted from shock to disappointment.

Her eyes reddened, filled with hurt. She stared straight at Chen Yu and said through a choked voice.

"Brother Yu, love cannot be forced."

"The more you act like this, the more disappointed I am in you."

"Oh."

Chen Yu spread his hands, his expression unchanged.

"Then be disappointed."

At this moment, Pan Wen had already returned.

He carried a thick stack of papers, each page densely filled with entries.

He gently set the stack on the coffee table before Ya Li. Judging by its height, it contained several hundred pages.

Every page detailed Ya Li's resource expenditures for the corresponding year and project, from rare medicinal herbs to Soul Tools, from cultivation resources to daily expenses...

Everything, down to the smallest detail, had been clearly listed.

But Ya Li did not bend down to pick them up and read them.

She merely stood there, still looking at Chen Yu with tears in her eyes, as though Chen Yu were the one who had betrayed her.

Her gaze held accusation, grievance, and a lofty sort of disappointment.

Chen Yu could not be bothered to keep tangling with Ya Li over this.

He stood up, casually straightened his cuffs, and said only in a calm voice.

"Within a week, return every resource I gave you, by whatever means you choose."

"Otherwise..."

"I can't guarantee Yun Ming won't be beaten to death by me."

His voice was not loud.

But every word was incomparably clear.

Ya Li's face changed abruptly. Her earlier grievance and accusation were instantly replaced by panic.

She took a sharp step forward, her voice becoming urgent.

"Chen Yu, you—"

But at that moment...

Chen Yu had already vanished from where he stood.

Space rippled faintly. It was teleportation at the Peak Quasi-God level, leaving behind no trace whatsoever.

The office instantly fell silent.

Pan Wen stood there, looking at the empty Speaker's seat, then at Ya Li's livid face. A bitter smile appeared on his face.

He rubbed his hands together and spoke awkwardly.

"Her Holiness Holy Spirit, what should we..."

Ya Li looked at the several hundred densely written pages on the coffee table and bit her lip.

She did not believe it.

She did not believe that Chen Yu would truly disregard their past feelings.

After all, they had shared more than fifty years together.

They had risen from the slums together and endured every storm along the way.

How could he possibly turn his back on her over just a few words?

She did not look at those papers again, nor did she pay Pan Wen any further attention. Turning around, she strode toward the door, her high heels clicking sharply and urgently against the floor.

Pan Wen stood where he was, utterly at a loss.

He watched Ya Li leave, then looked at the stack of resource statements she had not taken. In the end, he sighed, took out his Soul Communication Device, and dialed Chen Yu's number.

A moment later, the call connected.

He quietly asked for instructions. Only after receiving the next order did he let out a breath of relief and put away the Soul Communication Device.

At this moment, Ya Li, having left the Parliament Building, intended to head to Shrek City and weep to Yun Ming about Chen Yu's heartlessness.

She stepped out through the building's main entrance.

On the streets of Ming Capital...

Traffic flowed endlessly, and skyscrapers rose in dense rows.

She walked straight toward the black Soul Tool car parked in her designated space. It was a vehicle specially assigned to her by the Federation, and the emblem of the Holy Spirit Douluo was printed on its door.

She reached out to pull the door open.

It did not budge.

Ya Li frowned and pulled again.

The door remained tightly shut.

There was no sign of it opening.