Gu Yue: My Wife Flirts Around Outside, and All I Can Do Is Watch Helplessly Like a Useless Husband

"Shut up. Eat your food."

Lin An peered through his fingers with one eye and glared fiercely at Gu Yue.

Gu Yue pursed her lips.

She had learned her lesson.

When her wife glared at her, she couldn't talk back—but she could change the subject.

So she lowered her head and wolfed down her food. Her cheeks bulged as she chewed, reassuring herself:

I'm broke right now, and I'm living off my wife. Under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.

Since you're my sugar mama, I'll let this one slide.

Lin An rubbed his brow and turned to Xie Xie, who was hunched over his food beside them.

Xie Xie hadn't lifted his head once since sitting down. His chopsticks flew, and his mouth was stuffed full, like a hamster frantically hoarding food.

That aloof young man image of his had shattered into pieces.

"You're almost at level twenty, right?"

Lin An suddenly asked.

Xie Xie froze and nearly choked.

He gulped down some soup, swallowed his food with effort, and nodded.

"Almost... thanks to your cultivation field, I should break through in the next few days."

His gratitude was heartfelt.

He hadn't been slow at cultivating before, but ever since Lin An arrived, simply standing beside him had boosted the speed of his Soul Power circulation by thirty percent.

Lin An nodded, his tone casual.

"When you reach level twenty, come with me to the Spirit Pagoda."

"I'll pick out a good one for you."

Xie Xie's chopsticks stopped in midair.

Lin An added, "From now on, I'll cover everyone's Soul Spirits."

The cafeteria suddenly fell silent.

Not just their table.

The chopsticks of the students eating at the nearby tables all froze.

One after another, their gazes shot toward him like iron filings drawn to a magnet.

"I'll cover everyone's Soul Spirits from now on."

How could he dare say something like that?

Even the cheapest white Soul Spirit cost seventy thousand Federal Credits.

A hundred-year Soul Spirit started at a million.

A good one could cost three or four million, or even four or five million.

Thousand-year and ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits cost astronomical sums. Some even soared past a hundred million.

Xie Xie was stunned.

Though he was a local of Eastsea City and his family was better off than Tang Wulin's, they were far from wealthy.

The cost of a hundred-year Soul Spirit was a major expense his family would have to weigh carefully.

And now, someone was telling him:

I'll cover your Soul Spirits from now on.

He said it so casually, as if he were offering to buy someone a glass of water.

Xie Xie raised his head and stared blankly at Lin An.

Something scorching surged up into his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to offer some polite refusal.

But the words caught in his throat and wouldn't come out.

He knew all too well that an opportunity like this wouldn't come again if he let it slip by.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening.

Then he did something nobody had expected.

He pushed back his chair, dropped to one knee, clasped his hands, and bowed solemnly to Lin An.

"Dad! Adoptive father!"

His voice trembled uncontrollably, but every word rang clear.

"From now on, my life is yours!"

Then he started to bow his head to the floor.

"What are you doing? Get up!"

The calm on Lin An's face cracked at once, and he hurriedly reached out to stop him.

Xie Xie was astonishingly strong.

He broke free of Lin An's grip and slammed his forehead against the floor with a thud.

The sound was dull and heavy.

At the nearby tables, students dropped their chopsticks in shock.

"I have to kowtow!"

Xie Xie looked up, a red mark on his forehead.

The tears in his eyes brimmed and shimmered.

"Growing up, no one besides my parents has ever been this good to me."

He paused, his voice catching.

"From now on... you're my real dad!"

He said it with such solemn sincerity—

so much sincerity that Lin An's mouth twitched, and he wanted nothing more than to kick him out the door.

"Alright, alright, enough. Get up already. Have you no shame?"

Lin An grabbed his arm, hauled him up, and shoved him back into his chair.

The moment Xie Xie's bottom touched the seat, he sprang up again.

He picked up the bowl of soup from the table with both hands and respectfully held it out to Lin An.

"Dad, have some tea!"

"That's soup! And it's my soup!" A vein throbbed at Lin An's temple.

"Then I'll get you some rice!"

"Sit down!"

Lin An pressed him back into his seat, his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, turned, and met Gu Yue's gaze.

Her violet eyes held a hint of amusement.

"What a silly rich kid," Gu Yue said, chewing her pork chop slowly. Her silver hair swayed lightly over her shoulders.

Her jealousy was obvious.

"Having money doesn't mean you should throw it around like this."

She paused, glanced at Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, and sighed.

Her tone grew plaintive.

"Sigh, the Dragon Queen is always flirting with flowers outside. As her husband, all I can do is be a useless husband and watch helplessly."

She bit down on her chopsticks, her wistful gaze fixed on Lin An's profile.

Just wait.

The moment they got married, the first thing she'd do was confiscate all his money.

She wouldn't give him a single penny of pocket money. Let's see how he'd play the big spender then.

Lin An ignored her muttering.

He had noticed.

Tang Wulin had been clenching his fists for a while now, his lips pressed tightly together.

It was as if he had something stuck in his throat. His face had turned red, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Lin An waited for a while.

When Tang Wulin still didn't say anything, he asked first.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Wulin's shoulders quivered.

He looked up at Lin An, then quickly lowered his gaze again.

"Lin An..."

"Could... could I borrow some money?"

After speaking, he lowered his head until it was nearly against his chest. His ears burned red, and his neck flushed too.

Lin An was taken aback, then asked, "How much?"

"T-two million."

His voice was even quieter, as if squeezed from the back of his throat.

When he finished, he shut his eyes tight, like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

Two million... was no small sum.

He had planned to take out a loan after becoming a third-grade blacksmith, but that would take time.

For some reason, the seal on the Golden Dragon King inside him had begun to loosen ahead of schedule.

Old Tang had said his life was now on a countdown.

He had to find three spiritual treasures as quickly as possible to buy himself a chance to breathe.

He had already despaired. He had wanted to tell Lin An his last words, but Gu Yue had chased him away and even beaten him up.

Today, when he heard Lin An offer to cover everyone's Soul Spirits, a faint spark of hope kindled in his heart despite his shock.

Lin An didn't answer right away.

He tilted his head and looked at Tang Wulin's flushed face, then suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"What are you buying?"

Tang Wulin clenched his fists and drew a breath, as if steeling himself.

"I want to get stronger. I need to buy a few things to improve myself. Don't worry, I'll treat the money as a loan. I'll repay you double... no, ten times over!"

"I'm asking what you want to buy."

Lin An rolled his eyes at him, his tone helpless. "My family runs a company. We have channels that might help you save money."

Tang Wulin froze, then lowered his head and answered honestly, "A Century Ice Crystal Fruit and a Century Red Flame Fruit."

Originally, he would also have needed ten drops of blood from a Hundred-Year Soul Beast with dragon attributes.

But the Dragon Blood Potion Lin An had given him worked even better, so that part was taken care of.

He thought that if he could undo the seal, absorb the Golden Dragon King's essence, and control that power, perhaps he wouldn't have to fear Gu Yue anymore.

Perhaps he could help Lin An, too.

Even if he couldn't be with Lin An, that didn't matter.

He only wanted to stay by Lin An's side.