Gu Yue: My Wife Flirts Around Outside, and I Can Only Watch Powerlessly Like an Incompetent Husband

"Shut up. Just eat your food."

Lin An peeked through his fingers, glaring fiercely at Gu Yue.

Gu Yue pursed her lips.

She had learned her lesson now.

When the wife glared at her, she couldn't talk back, but she could shift her focus.

So, she lowered her head and began to wolf down her food. Her cheeks were stuffed full, and as she chewed, she comforted herself in her heart:

I have no money right now and rely entirely on my wife for support. When under someone else's roof, one must bow one's head.

For the sake of you being my provider, I won't hold this against you this time.

Lin An rubbed his temples and turned to look at Xie Xie, who was buried in his food nearby.

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

The image of the cold, arrogant youth had long since shattered into pieces.

"You should be reaching level twenty soon, right?"

Lin An asked suddenly.

Xie Xie froze, nearly choking.

He took a gulp of soup, forced the food down, and nodded.

"Just about... Thanks to your cultivation domain, I'll be able to break through in a few days."

His tone carried genuine gratitude.

His cultivation hadn't been slow before, but ever since Lin An arrived, just standing beside him increased his soul power circulation speed by thirty percent.

Lin An nodded, his tone indifferent.

"Once you hit level twenty, come with me to the Spirit Pagoda."

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

Xie Xie's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Lin An added another sentence.

"From now on, I'll cover all your spirit souls."

The cafeteria suddenly went quiet.

It wasn't just their table.

The students at the surrounding tables, who had been eating, all stopped their chopsticks.

Dozens of gazes shot over in unison, like iron filings drawn to a magnet.

"From now on, I'll cover your spirit souls."

How could he dare to say that?

The cheapest white spirit soul cost seventy thousand Federal Credits.

A hundred-year spirit soul started at one million.

Better ones could easily cost three, four, or even five million.

Thousand-year or ten-thousand-year ones were astronomical figures, with some even soaring into the hundreds of millions.

Xie Xie was stunned.

Although he was a local of East Sea City and his family background was better than Tang Wulin's, he was far from wealthy.

The cost of a hundred-year spirit soul was a major expense his family would have to weigh repeatedly.

And now, someone was telling him:

From now on, I'll cover your spirit souls.

The tone was casual, as if he were talking about buying a glass of water.

Xie Xie looked up, staring blankly at Lin An.

A surge of heat rushed into his eye sockets.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say some polite words of refusal.

But those words were stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.

Because he knew all too well that if he missed an opportunity like this, it would truly be gone forever.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red.

Then, he did something no one expected.

He pushed back his chair, knelt on one knee, cupped his hands together, and bowed solemnly to Lin An.

"Father! Adoptive father!"

His voice trembled with uncontrollable emotion, yet every word was clear.

"From now on, my life is yours!"

Having said that, he moved to kowtow.

"What are you doing? Get up!"

The indifference on Lin An's face shattered instantly as he hurriedly reached out to stop him.

Xie Xie's strength was astonishingly great.

He broke free from Lin An's grip, and his forehead hit the floor with a loud "thud."

The sound was dull and heavy.

At the nearby tables, students were so startled that their chopsticks dropped.

"I have to kowtow!"

Xie Xie raised his head, a red patch blooming on his forehead.

The moisture in his eyes could no longer be contained, swirling within them.

"From the time I was small until now, besides my parents, no one has ever treated me this well."

He paused, his voice choking up.

"From now on... from now on, you are my own father!"

The words were spoken with gravity and sincerity.

So sincere that the corner of Lin An's mouth twitched, and he felt the urge to kick him away.

"Alright, alright, alright, get up quickly! Aren't you embarrassed?"

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

No sooner had Xie Xie's backside touched the seat than he sprang up again.

He lifted the soup bowl from the table with both hands and held it respectfully before Lin An.

"Father, have some tea!"

"This is soup! And it's my soup!" A vein throbbed on Lin An's temple.

"Then I'll go get you some rice!"

"Sit down!"

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

He took a deep breath and turned his head, just in time to meet Gu Yue's gaze.

Those purple eyes held a look that was neither quite a smile nor quite a frown.

"The foolish son of a wealthy landlord." Gu Yue chewed her steak unhurriedly, her silver hair swaying gently on her shoulders.

The jealousy was palpable.

"Even if you have money, you shouldn't squander it like this."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, and sighed.

Her tone was filled with resentment.

"Sigh, the Dragon Queen is always out there flirting with others. As her husband, I can only be an incompetent spouse, watching helplessly."

She bit down on her chopsticks, her eyes lingering gloomily on Lin An's profile.

Just you wait.

Once we're married, the first thing I'll do is confiscate all his assets.

I won't give him a single cent of pocket money and see how he continues to play the role of a spendthrift.

Lin An ignored her muttering.

He had noticed something.

Tang Wulin had been clenching his fists since a moment ago, his lips pressed tightly together.

It was as if words were stuck in his throat, making his face flush red, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Lin An waited for a while.

Seeing that he still wouldn't speak, he took the initiative to ask.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Wulin's shoulders trembled.

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

"Lin An..."

"Could... could you lend me some money?"

After saying this, his head dropped almost to his chest. His earlobes were burning red, and his neck was flushed with color.

Lin An was stunned for a moment, then asked, "How much do you need?"

"Two... two million."

The voice was even smaller, as if squeezed out from the back of his throat.

He squeezed his eyes shut the moment he finished speaking, like a prisoner awaiting a verdict.

Two million... it was no small sum.

He had originally intended to take out a loan after becoming a third-rank blacksmith, but that would take time.

Yet, for some reason, the Golden Dragon King's seal within his body had loosened prematurely.

Old Tang had said that his life was already on a countdown.

He had to find the three spiritual items quickly, or he wouldn't even have a chance to catch his breath.

He had already fallen into despair and wanted to leave his final words with Lin An, only to be chased away and beaten up by Gu Yue.

Hearing today that Lin An intended to cover the cost of everyone's soul spirits, a faint spark had ignited in the depths of his heart amidst his shock.

Lin An did not answer immediately.

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

"What are you planning to buy?"

Tang Wulin clenched his fists and took a breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"I want to become stronger, I need to buy a few things to improve myself. Don't worry, consider this money a loan. I will pay you back double... no, ten times over in the future!"

"I asked what items you are planning to buy."

Lin An rolled his eyes at him, his tone helpless. "My family runs a company; I have some channels that can 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."

In truth, there should have been ten drops of blood from a century-level dragon-type Soul Beast as well.

But the Dragon Blood Potion Lin An had given him was more effective, so that part was offset.

He thought that if he could break the seal, absorb the essence of the Golden Dragon King, and master that power, perhaps he would no longer fear Gu Yue.

Perhaps he would be able to help Lin An.

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

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