Gu Yue's Socially Dead Moment! The Dragon King Bankrupt Again

Tang Wulin lowered his head, silently tucking the bun in his hand behind his back.

There was no anger on his honest face, only his lips pressed a little tighter.

Xie Xie's expression shifted, and he muttered in a low voice:

"What is wrong with this woman... She's eaten Grade C meals plenty of times before."

Tang Wulin didn't respond.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the bun, the taste of cheap, coarse flour filling his mouth, mixed with some unknown vegetable filling.

Actually, it wasn't that bad.

Once you got used to it, you didn't notice it anymore.

It was just—

He watched Gu Yue's back as she walked toward the Grade A Meal Window, observing that slender yet arrogantly haughty posture, and a strange, indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

Mom.

You didn't tell me how to pursue a girl when you have no money.

And... why do girls have to compete with me for it, too?

He swallowed the last bite of the bun fiercely and made a vow to himself.

When he had money in the future, he would definitely treat Lin An to the best.

He would buy out the entire Grade A Meal Window.

Gu Yue didn't care about the gazes cast her way at all.

She held her head high, her steps light, and walked straight toward the Grade A Meal Window.

Today, she was going to show the Dragon Queen a display of financial power.

The price list for the Grade A Meal Window hung overhead, the gold-leaf lettering gleaming brilliantly.

Crystal Demon Kernel Porridge—20,000 Federal Credits.

Nine-Leaf Lingzhi Stewed Black Phoenix Wings—30,000 Federal Credits.

Ba Serpent Bone Soup—25,000 Federal Credits.

Gu Yue glanced at the prices, her expression unchanging, and raised her hand to order—

"Beep—Insufficient balance."

A cold prompt sounded from the card reader.

Gu Yue froze for a moment, then swiped again.

"Beep—Insufficient balance."

Her fingers stiffened in mid-air.

Whispers broke out among the students queuing behind her.

"No way? Acting so arrogant just a moment ago, only to have no money?"

"Hilarious. Calling Grade C meals dog food, but she can't even afford what the dogs eat."

"What a poser..."

Gu Yue's face went from white to red, then from red to blue.

She looked down at her communicator.

The screen lit up, popping up a notification—

[Federal Security Bureau · Payment Reminder]

"Dear user, the account under your name has had all assets frozen due to failure to pay fines on time. Please pay the outstanding balance of 750,000 Federal Credits and late fees as soon as possible, or further legal action will be taken."

Her account had been frozen.

Gu Yue gripped the communicator, her knuckles turning white.

That useless Di Tian!

He couldn't even pay the fines; how was she supposed to live a shameless, happy life with her wife in the future?

She took a deep breath and turned around stiffly.

Then—

Lin An saw her walking back empty-handed.

A thin mist of water shimmered in those purple eyes, her chin tucked slightly, and her lips pressed into a line of grievance.

The silver-haired girl who had been arrogantly haughty just a moment ago now looked like a cat drenched in the rain.

"...What's wrong?"

Lin An asked.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie also looked over.

Gu Yue bit her lip and remained silent.

She grabbed Lin An's hand and pulled him into a corner, away from the prying eyes of others.

Then—

"Wuu... Hubby... I've been fined into bankruptcy again."

Gu Yue looked at Lin An with teary eyes, her voice thick with a heavy nasal tone.

That aggrieved expression was a far cry from the arrogance she had displayed while mocking the entire room just moments ago.

Lin An looked down at the fingers gripping his wrist, then raised his eyes to meet those wet, purple orbs.

He sighed.

"Let go of me first."

He knew almost instantly what had happened.

But he was not going to pay Gu Yue's fine again.

He couldn't keep doing it.

The word "moderation" did not exist in this woman's dictionary; help her once, and there would be a second time.

He had to make her understand that there were consequences to her actions.

But... she still had to eat.

Lin An turned and walked toward the Grade A Meal Window.

Gu Yue followed him blankly, watching as he stood before the window and swiped his finger casually across the menu.

"This, this, this... I'll take one of everything."

Card swiped, transaction complete.

The cafeteria lady behind the window widened her eyes.

"A... all of them?"

"All of them."

Lin An's tone was as indifferent as if he were ordering a glass of water.

Grade A Meal Window, every single dish, all packed to go.

Crystal Demon Kernel Porridge.

Nine-Leaf Lingzhi Stewed Black Phoenix Wings.

Ba Serpent Bone Soup.

Purple Jade Ginseng Stewed Snow Frog.

Crimson Flame Python Steak.

Ice Crystal Lotus Seed Soup.

Dish after dish was brought out from the window, piling up into a small mountain.

The price jumped onto the register screen.

Nineteen thousand Federal Credits.

The entire cafeteria fell silent.

Pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the shimmering, top-tier medicinal meals, the sound of people swallowing their saliva rising one after another.

Nineteen thousand.

For one meal.

That was a sum many people would never earn in their entire lives.

The price of a ten-year soul ring was only seventy thousand Federal Credits.

A hundred-year soul spirit could easily cost over a million.

The entrance fee for the Spirit Ascension Platform, the cost of mechs, the forging of Battle Armor—every single item was a bottomless pit.

"Buying so much... can you even finish it?"

Gu Yue stood with her mouth agape, staring foolishly at the spread of delicacies, swallowing instinctively.

"If we can't finish it, we'll give it away."

Lin An said casually.

As soon as the words left his lips, the gazes in the cafeteria shifted instantly.

Before, it had only been envy, jealousy, and restraint—

But now, every pair of eyes was ignited with burning intensity.

Give it away?

So many top-tier medicinal meals, and he was just going to give them away?

The students clutching their Grade C steamed buns found their breathing growing ragged.

Someone was just about to step forward—

Gu Yue whipped her head around, her silver hair snapping in a sharp arc.

In those violet eyes, the killing intent had almost solidified.

Wherever her gaze swept, everyone felt as if they were being throttled by the neck.

The steps they had taken forward were hastily retracted.

She let out a cold snort and, together with Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, began moving the dishes to the table.

Gu Yue sat down, grabbed her chopsticks, and began stuffing her mouth.

Her cheeks were puffed out like a hamster's, and a trace of mist still lingered in the corners of her eyes, but her ferocity had not diminished in the slightest.

She couldn't let these commoners get the better of them.

Even if she had to stuff herself to the point of bursting, she would finish it all.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie watched, dumbfounded, before sitting down themselves and setting their chopsticks flying.

Any one of these dishes was something they would usually walk away from after a single glance at the price.

Tang Wulin picked up a piece of Crimson Flame Python Steak and took a bite.

Scalding meat juices exploded in his mouth, and the rich fire-attribute energy surged down his throat into his limbs and bones, a warmth rushing straight to the top of his head.

His eyes widened instantly.

So this was what a Grade A meal tasted like.

So this was what the world of the wealthy was like.

He stole a glance at Lin An.

Lin An was simply holding his bowl, poking at a piece of Black Phoenix wing with his chopsticks, not having taken a bite for a long time.

There was no expression on that face, which was as exquisite as something out of a painting.

It was as if this table of nineteen-thousand-credit food was no different from a Grade C steamed bun.

Tang Wulin suddenly felt the steak in his mouth wasn't quite as delicious anymore.

Just then—

A bowl of clear soup, carrying a cold, greasy film, was splashed in Lin An's direction.

Lin An didn't move.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

His slender fingers remained resting on the rim of his porcelain-white soup bowl, his posture quiet.

The bowl of soup splashed into mid-air, as if hitting an invisible wall, and bounced away violently.

The liquid splattered everywhere, hitting the floor tiles and leaving a wet trail.

Grease droplets jumped onto the pant legs of several students nearby, who jumped away in a panic, their faces filled with shock.