Forty-Seven Information Bombardments! Gu Yue's Humble Courtship

Five o'clock in the morning.

The sky was neither bright nor dark.

Faint, sparse, and intermittent bird chirps drifted in from outside the window.

Lin An slowly exited his meditative state, exhaling a long, stale breath.

The rainbow light in his eyes receded, and two purple soul rings silently submerged into his body.

He picked up the communicator on his bedside table.

The moment the screen lit up, notifications popped up like snowflakes, stacking one after another, densely covering the entire interface.

They were all from the same person.

Gu Yue.

Lin An frowned, his thumb sliding across the screen to scan them roughly.

Forty-seven unread messages.

From the initial "Are you there?" to the final "Goodnight," the middle was filled with "Are you tired?", "See you tomorrow," and a large number of retracted, blank records.

It was as if someone had been repeatedly typing and deleting, agonizing over it for the entire night.

Lin An's brow furrowed even tighter.

This woman, she couldn't possibly think of herself as the Wife of the Dragon God, could she?

He recalled his own damned entry—[Wife of the Dragon God]: Noble, elegant, and holy. As the Wife of the Dragon God, you possess a fatal attraction to every dragon.

A sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

What was all this nonsense?

He was a man.

A man!

Lin An took a deep breath, suppressing his irritation.

Out of politeness, he still replied with a smiling emoji.

Sent.

Almost the instant the message was delivered—

The status changed to read.

Immediately following, the call request interface popped up, and the communicator vibrated frantically in his palm.

Lin An looked at the pulsing answer button on the screen and expressionlessly tapped reject.

The vibration stopped.

The next second, messages rushed in like a bursting dam.

"Lin An, did you see the messages I sent earlier?"

"You are my lover from a past life; we have crossed the cycle of life and death to meet again after tens of thousands of years!"

"This is the guidance of fate!"

"In this life, I will surely protect you. No matter how many hardships and obstacles lie ahead, even if I have to stand against the world, I will not back down!"

Gu Yue typed excitedly, her fingers moving so fast they were almost a blur.

Her bloodshot purple eyes were terrifyingly bright, and despite the obvious dark circles under them, she couldn't suppress her excitement.

Messages came one after another.

A voice call request popped up again.

Lin An rejected it once more.

He leaned against the headboard, looking at the overwhelming pile of text on the screen, his expression as calm as if he were watching someone else's story.

Psychopath.

He evaluated her with only those two words.

As for the messages before that, he couldn't even be bothered to scroll through them.

If he were just an ordinary person with no background or family status, he wouldn't mind clinging to Gu Yue's coattails.

The Co-Lord of Soul Beasts, the future Silver Dragon King—her strength was beyond doubt.

Being a kept man and living off her wasn't entirely out of the question.

But he was no ordinary person.

He was the young master of Universal Group.

Behind him lay a complex web of interests, influencing core officials in every major department of the Federation, as well as powerful figures in the outreach office of Shrek Academy.

The political contributions and sponsorship fees flowing out every year were astronomical, in exchange for Universal Heavy Industry's absolute dominance in the market.

From public livelihood and food to soul guidance devices, the Universal logo had permeated almost every corner of the Federation.

With an identity like his, to get mixed up with a group of soul beasts attempting to overthrow human rule?

Lin An found the very thought laughable.

He didn't even need to verify it; the mere suspicion of being "involved with soul beast factions" would be enough to send Huanyu's stock price plummeting.

He didn't know how many people that would drive to jump off a rooftop.

"Wife, I know this is hard for you to believe, but you have to trust that I will treat you well. Everything I said is true."

Gu Yue felt a bit dejected that the call didn't go through, but she still typed with all her might.

It was a rare opportunity for private communication, and she didn't want to waste a single word.

Lin An watched the word "Wife" pop up on the screen, and the corner of his eye twitched.

He thought for a moment and replied with only one character.

"Hm?"

Just one character.

Yet, this single character was enough to make Gu Yue, on the other end of the communicator, light up entirely.

He replied to me!

He acknowledged it!

The corners of Gu Yue's mouth curled up wildly, and her fingertips flew across the screen even faster.

"Wife, I heard you're preparing to forge your own Battle Armor? I've already had people prepare ten tons of rare metals! I can even help you get your hands on a hundred-thousand-year soul spirit!"

There was a hint of smugness in her tone as she typed this line.

Ten tons of rare metals were more than an ordinary soul master could save up in a lifetime.

A hundred-thousand-year soul spirit was something even Title Douluo would fight tooth and nail for.

She believed no one could refuse such a temptation.

Little brat, still acting cold and aloof in front of me?

Once I win you over, I'll definitely make you give birth to a bunch of little dragon cubs for me.

Gu Yue lay on the bed with a nearly crazed smile on her face, her mind already conjuring images of Lin An being pampered to the heavens by her.

Then, she saw Lin An's reply.

"Very impressive."

Three words.

Cold and indifferent.

Not even an exclamation mark.

Gu Yue's smile stiffened for a moment.

That's it?

Ten tons of rare metals plus a hundred-thousand-year soul spirit, and all she got in return were three words?

A sense of loss welled up, like punching a pile of cotton.

Gu Yue bit her lip and started typing again.

She suddenly felt a burning need to ask a question.

A question she had been holding back since the daytime.

"Lin An, why are you so cold to me?"

Sent.

"Do you have some kind of issue with me?"

Sent.

"Why did you ignore me yesterday and act so close to Tang Wulin?"

Sent.

She paused, her fingers hovering over the screen, hesitating for several seconds.

Then, as if having made up her mind, she quickly tapped out a line.

"Do you like men?"

"Actually, I can change."

It's just an extra root, what's the big deal?

Lin An was drinking water and nearly choked the moment he saw the message.

His mouth twitched, and an uncontrollable image of Gu Yue turning into a man flashed through his mind.

Silver hair, purple eyes, tall and burly, calling him "Wife" in a deep, gravelly voice.

Lin An shuddered.

That was fucking terrifying.

During the day at the station, this woman had been so cold and aloof, her gaze as sharp as tempered ice.

How did she turn into a completely different person on the messaging app?

He rose from the bed, tossed his communicator onto the mattress, and went to wash up.

He squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, shoved it into his mouth, and the faucet roared as the water ran.

By the time he finished brushing and returned, several more messages had appeared on the screen.

"Can't you reply with more than a few words?"

"I feel like an idiot."

"I am the Co-Lord of Soul Beasts, after all."

Even through the screen, he could feel the sense of grievance and irritation.

After a dozen minutes or so, likely having realized no reply was coming, her tone shifted again.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now."

"Maybe I just like you too much and am being a bit too sensitive."

"I'll get the things ready for you. I actually have some research into Battle Armor, especially the construction of core arrays. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"It's alright, don't feel pressured."

The tone was cautious and delicate, like someone coaxing a lover who was throwing a tantrum.