In a high-level martial arts game, a wife is given to you at the start.

Chapter 088 Lin Yuechan's Doubts

At this moment, Lin Qiye, the protagonist who caused all this turmoil, had already put the incident at the party behind him.

He was sitting on the hovercar returning to school, happily texting Bai Muxi.

[Lin Qiye: Honey, I'm almost home.]

[Bai Muxi: Okay, I've warmed up the food for you. Come back soon.]

Looking at the gentle words on the screen, Lin Qiye's lips unconsciously curled into a warm smile.

Back in the dormitory, the familiar aroma of food wafted towards me.

Wearing an adorable apron, Bai Muxi, like a busy little bee, brought plate after plate of steaming dishes to the table.

"Honey, how was it? Did the party go smoothly?" she asked curiously as she served Lin Qiye rice. "Did you get to eat anything good?"

Lin Qiye smiled and shook his head, picked up a piece of fragrant roasted meat and stuffed it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "The food is secondary, it's just a bit boring. But, the gains are not bad."

Bai Muxi's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Oh? What did you gain?"

Lin Qiye swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of water, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Yes, I've taken on twelve projects."

"Twelve?" Bai Muxi was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised. "So many? What kinds of projects are they?"

In her mind, the projects at such high-end galas were mostly academic research collaborations or providing martial arts consulting services to large companies.

Seeing her curious expression, Lin Qiye decided to stop keeping her in suspense and dropped a bombshell.

"The pay is about the same, around 500,000 credits per project."

"Clatter—"

Without warning, Bai Muxi's chopsticks slipped from her hand and fell onto the dining table with a crisp sound.

She froze, her clear almond-shaped eyes widening instantly, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with disbelief.

She subconsciously did a quick mental calculation.

One project, 500,000... twelve...

That's... six million?!

Six million credits?!

Bai Muxi felt her head buzz as if struck by lightning, and her mind went completely blank.

She remembered how she had scraped together less than 500,000 credits before.

And now...

Lin Qiye simply went out to attend a party and easily brought back twelve "500,000s"!

This number was completely beyond her comprehension, making her feel as if she were dreaming.

"Husband...husband..." Her voice trembled as she stammered, "You...you're not kidding me, are you?"

Lin Qiye looked at her adorable, stunned expression and couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and pinched her puffed-up cheeks, saying with amusement, "Why would I lie to you? It's absolutely true."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Bai Muxi gasped, and it took her a long time to recover from her extreme shock.

The next second, she suddenly jumped up from the chair and threw herself into Lin Qiye's arms, hugging him tightly.

Lin Qiye was caught off guard by her sudden enthusiasm, but he smiled and put his arm around her, gently patting her back and soothingly saying, "Alright, alright, don't get excited. It's just six million. There will be more in the future."

"By the way, an official B-level dual cultivation technique called the 'Mysterious Essence Heart Sutra' was also announced at the party. It's said to have miraculous effects on enhancing the potential of offspring and the spiritual energy cultivation of both partners." He said, while observing Bai Muxi's reaction. "It's just a bit pricey, though, costing one million credits."

"One million?!" Bai Muxi, who had just calmed down, was once again shocked by this number.

This time, however, she was only surprised by the high price of the technique, rather than feeling that it was out of reach.

After all, they are now poised to become millionaires with a staggering six million dollars.

She just subconsciously felt that spending so much money to buy a B-level cultivation technique was a bit too extravagant.

However, after the words "dual cultivation technique" crossed her mind, her delicate cheeks flushed uncontrollably, like a ripe apple.

She kept her head down, her voice barely audible, poking at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, and muttered, "Buy... buy it then..."

Looking at her adorably shy expression, Lin Qiye couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, and teased her in a magnetic tone, "What? Do you want to experience it too?"

"I don't!"

Bai Muxi glared at Lin Qiye in embarrassment and anger, her cheeks so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She stammered, trying to explain, "I...I'm doing this for the baby's genetic potential! And for your cultivation! You...you shouldn't be thinking such nonsense!"

Seeing her adorable attempt to cover it up, Lin Qiye laughed even harder.

……

Lin Qiye had just finished eating when he sent a message to Lin Yuechan.

It was already late at night, but extraordinary martial artists hardly needed to sleep, as they could completely replace it with cultivation, so he didn't pay much attention to the time.

[Lin Qiye: Hello, Teacher Lin. I would like to book the next martial arts instruction class. When are you available?]

After sending the message, he waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, the terminal beeped softly, indicating that a reply had been received.

Lin Qiye clicked on it and saw Lin Yuechan's words on the screen, which carried a hint of scrutiny and confusion.

[Lin Yuechan: Only a little over ten days have passed, and we already have to go back to class?]

Before Lin Qiye could reply, a second message popped up.

[Lin Yuechan: Let me make this clear first. The most important thing in martial arts training is to avoid being impatient and hasty; it's not something that can be achieved overnight. If your foundation isn't solid, and you're just attending classes to rush through the material, it's a complete waste of your time and my energy, and it won't be effective at all.]

Lin Qiye could sense Lin Yuechan's seriousness and even a hint of dissatisfaction between the lines.

He smiled, unsurprised, and replied calmly.

[Lin Qiye: Teacher, I understand what you mean. However, I feel I've practiced quite well these past few days, and I'd like to ask for your further guidance.]

[Lin Yuechan: Is it alright now?]

These four words conveyed Lin Yuechan's disbelief almost through the screen.

A moment later, her next message came through.

Lin Yuechan: Okay, since you're so confident, let's go for it.

[Lin Yuechan: Tomorrow at midnight, still room 2202.]

……

Meanwhile, in training room 2202 of teaching building No. 10.

Lin Yuechan had just finished instructing Qin Xiaoxiao. Watching Qin Xiaoxiao's departing figure, she nodded in satisfaction.

This is what a genius should be like: humble, hardworking, and taking every step with utmost care.

At this moment, she saw the chat history with Lin Qiye on the terminal, and her beautiful brows furrowed slightly again.

She shook her head, a sharp glint in her eyes.

If Lin Qiye's performance this time shows no improvement and disappoints her, then she will not take Lin Qiye's classes again.

A blindly arrogant person is not worth her unnecessary energy.