Gu Yue's Harassment, the Dragon King Punished into Bankruptcy!

Lin An wiped the toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth, staring at the string of messages with a sense of speechlessness.

He scrolled up through the chat history.

He carefully reviewed everything he had sent.

"Hmm."

"Very impressive."

And one smiley face emoji.

A total of five characters and one emoji.

How did the other party manage to overthink it to this extent?

Lin An rubbed his temples and began to reply.

"Thanks. But there's no need."

Six characters, that was enough.

Send.

On the other end of the communicator, Gu Yue sprang up from her bed instantly.

He said thanks to me!

Did he... accept me?

Gu Yue's violet eyes shone with a frightening intensity, her heart pounding rapidly, and an unnatural flush surged across her face.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she typed.

She prepared to strike while the iron was hot, sending the request she had been plotting for a long time—

"Then can I move in and live with you?"

Send.

A small red exclamation mark popped up next to the message.

[Transmission failed]

Gu Yue froze, her pupils shrinking abruptly.

Had she been blocked?

Her first reaction was panic.

But before she could dwell on it, two notifications popped up on the screen in succession.

[Data Usage Notice: Your account has an outstanding balance of 347,000 Federal Credits. Service is currently suspended; please top up immediately to restore access.]

Gu Yue's expression solidified.

What the hell?

Three hundred and forty-seven thousand?

She had an outstanding balance?

Just as she was about to take a closer look, a second notification popped up right behind it.

[Federal Communications Administration · Violation Warning]

"Detected that you are sending high-frequency harassing messages to Federal Level-1 Protected Personnel 'Lin An' (Core member of Universal Group, registered on the Federal S+ Commercial Security List), totaling 47 messages, suspected of violating Article 7 and Article 12 of the Federal Important Personnel Protection Act."

"Your account has been flagged as a 'Potential Risk Contact,' and communication functions are currently frozen."

"Please pay the fine of 350,000 Federal Credits within 24 hours, otherwise, the matter will be referred to the academy for a school-wide disciplinary notice and recorded in your personal credit file."

Gu Yue's pupils contracted sharply.

Her lips trembled.

"Ha... harassment?"

Her voice spiked by a full octave.

She stood up abruptly from the bed.

Her silver hair flared out, and her soul power surged uncontrollably around her.

"I'm sending messages to my own wife, and you're telling me this is harassment?!"

Gu Yue was shaking with rage.

She, the Sovereign of Soul Beasts, the dignified Silver Dragon King, who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years—

Had actually been flagged as a "Potential Risk Contact" by an institution in the human world?

And fined?

And threatened with a school-wide disciplinary notice?

And recorded in a credit file?!

Her face turned beet red, unable to distinguish whether it was from anger or grievance.

Her eyes rimmed with red, and her teeth ground together with a sharp clicking sound.

The casing of the communicator clutched in her hand emitted a strained, creaking groan.

This damned, filthy human world!

Sooner or later—

"Ah!!!"

She slammed her fist onto the nightstand.

The surface of the cabinet collapsed inward.

"Di Tian!"

Gu Yue's voice was as cold as shards of ice squeezed through the gaps in her teeth.

A black shadow condensed silently behind her.

Di Tian knelt on one knee, sweat beading on his forehead.

It had been a long time since he had seen his Lord in such a rage.

"Investigate this for me."

Gu Yue turned around, her silver hair stirring without a breeze, her violet eyes brimming with piercing killing intent.

"I want to see exactly who is messing with me."

"Then, my Lord... should the fine still be paid?" Di Tian asked, bracing himself.

"Pay it? Why on earth should I pay it! I was chatting with my wife, why should I be fined for that?"

Gu Yue was incensed, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes.

"Don't let me find out who is pulling the strings behind my back, or I will absolutely make them pay the price."

The more Gu Yue thought about it, the angrier she became.

She had been so close, just a hair's breadth away from moving in with Lin An.

And now, it had all been ruined.

Boys' dormitory.

Lin An leaned against the headboard.

His mother's voice came through the communicator.

"Son, are you alright? Don't worry, I've already had people fine him until he's bankrupt. If he can't pay the debt—"

The voice paused, her tone shifting from anger to icy coldness.

"He will be dismantled by the company and sold off."

Lin An rubbed his forehead, speechless.

"That's not necessary, really, it's not."

He even felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

It had been like this since he was a child.

His communicator was embedded with monitoring software, and all his communications were under the watchful eye of the family security system.

The reason he hadn't dared to reply to Gu Yue's messages more often was precisely because of this.

"How is it not necessary?"

Mother Lin's voice suddenly rose, carrying the fierce protectiveness of a mother hen.

"These low-class barbarians from remote places, they're even calling you 'wife' now! Let me tell you, you need to be more careful. You have no idea how many people are eyeing you right now, wanting to snatch you away just to have a hundred or so kids and split the child support!"

Lin An opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that anything he said would be superfluous.

"Do you have any idea that your mother hasn't slept all night?"

Mother Lin's voice carried clear traces of lingering fear and anger.

"The moment I heard someone was harassing my son, my blood pressure shot up to two hundred! If the alarm hadn't been triggered, I wouldn't even have known you'd been hooked by these mud-legged peasants!"

She took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress her rage.

"Making up some story about a husband from a past life, meeting again after ten thousand years of reincarnation—do they really take my son for a fool?"

"I know, I know."

Lin An yawned, his tone undisguisedly perfunctory.

"Get some rest, Mom. It's almost dawn."

"What rest? I'm so angry I can't even sleep!"

The mere thought of her precious, pampered boy being rooted out by some wild boar from the outside world made Mother Lin wish she could crawl through the communication signal and kill that brat herself.

Lin An's mouth twitched, and he silently hung up the phone.

The dormitory fell silent.

He leaned against the headboard, thought for a moment, and decided to turn on his communicator.

He intended to help Gu Yue pay her fine.

After all, she truly hadn't meant any harm.

She just wasn't very bright.

He tapped into the payment interface and performed a few operations.

After paying the 350,000 fine, he tossed the communicator onto his pillow and rolled over to sleep.

Early morning.

The sky had just begun to brighten when two sets of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed through the corridor.

They came from afar and drew near.

Then, they stopped at the door of Lin An's dormitory.

Tang Wulin stood at the door, clutching a bag of breakfast in his hand.

The steamed buns were still hot.

Xie Xie stood beside him, a hint of awkward reluctance etched onto his cold, stern face.

He was also carrying items—soy milk, fried dough sticks, and a box of sliced fruit.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Stand further away." Xie Xie lowered his voice, his eyes unfriendly.

"Why should I? I got here first." Tang Wulin stiffened his neck, his face flushed red.

"First? You were loitering here at five o'clock; did you think I didn't see you?"

"You showed up at five-ten!"

The two argued in hushed tones, neither willing to retreat even half a step.

Just then, the sound of high heels striking the floor echoed from the end of the hallway.

Crisp.

Urgent.

It sounded as if she were stepping on a ball of fire.

Gu Yue appeared at the corner of the corridor.

Her silver hair was draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were bloodshot.