Chapter 14: Simply Because Lin Youya Is My Wife

Department of Finance, Jianghai University.

Lin Youya sat in the very center of the first row in the classroom, waiting for the lecture to begin. Her grasp of finance was exceptional, surpassing even many of the professors in the department, but she still attended every class punctually whenever possible—only then did it truly feel like college.

At this moment, the teacher had not yet arrived, and about half the class was present. Today’s lecture was on finance, a required course, but even so, many students opted to skip.

As soon as Ling Tian entered, his eyes landed on Lin Youya. He strode straight toward her. Few people sat in the first row, but on either side of Lin Youya there were already students—on one side a plain-looking girl, on the other a broad-shouldered young man.

Lin Youya, too, noticed Ling Tian, but she chose to ignore him—such shamelessness did not deserve her attention. She lowered her head and flipped through her book.

“Excuse me, would you mind changing seats?” Ling Tian addressed the burly young man in an exceedingly polite tone.

“This is my seat,” the young man replied, clearly unimpressed. Many envied his spot—next to Lin Youya, who preferred to sit front and center to pay full attention in class. He was one of her admirers; though she rarely spoke to him, just sitting beside his goddess was happiness enough.

“From today on, this seat is mine. Gather your things and move,” Ling Tian said, his gaze seeing through the young man’s intentions toward Lin Youya. Any potential rival must be dealt with swiftly.

“You’re being unreasonable! What makes this your seat?” The young man sprang to his feet. He was about the same height as Ling Tian—over six feet—but much more muscular. Despite his generally gentle demeanor in front of Lin Youya, he was not to be trifled with, and now, confronted by Ling Tian, his anger flared.

“What gives me the right? Because Lin Youya is my wife! Naturally, the seat next to her is mine!” Ling Tian lifted his chin, his voice brimming with confidence.

By now, more than half the class had arrived. Upon hearing Ling Tian’s declaration, the classroom erupted—

“Who does this guy think he is? Did he just call Lin Youya his wife?”

“Yeah, look at him—ordinary face, ordinary clothes, like a toad lusting after a swan.”

“But he seems so sure of himself. Maybe it’s true? And Lin Youya isn’t saying anything…”

Everyone began voicing their opinions, their gazes all drawn to Ling Tian and Lin Youya.

Lin Youya herself was incensed by Ling Tian’s words. Last night at dinner, it was bad enough to be called his wife, but at least not many people heard. Now, to have him announce it in front of the whole class—he truly had no shame!

“Get lost!” Lin Youya spat the word without even looking up; anyone could hear the anger in her voice.

“Hear that? My wife is telling you to get lost,” Ling Tian said triumphantly to the young man, delighted to twist Lin Youya’s ambiguous words to his own advantage.

The classroom descended into chaos again. The young man hesitated—did Lin Youya really mean him?

Lin Youya was nearly dizzy with frustration. How could anyone be this shameless? Unable to bear it any longer, she glared up at Ling Tian. “I was talking to you, Ling Tian! You get lost! I am not your wife!”

This time, Lin Youya felt she had made herself perfectly clear.

“Darling, I was wrong last night. I shouldn’t have upset you. I’m here today to apologize. Don’t be mad at your husband, and don’t say you’re not my wife just because you’re angry.” Ling Tian even emphasized “last night,” leaving room for all kinds of misunderstanding.

“Shameless!” Lin Youya found that the more she tried to explain, the worse things became. She simply sat down, determined to ignore this lunatic.

“Hey, are you still not moving?” Ling Tian, seeing Lin Youya fall silent, turned his attention back to the muscular young man.

“Beat my fists and I’ll move!” The young man stepped out to the open space beside the podium, ready to teach Ling Tian a lesson.

“Idiot! You’re not even qualified to negotiate with me!” Ling Tian retorted, and, without warning, kicked the young man squarely in the abdomen. Ling Tian’s speed was too fast; caught off guard, the young man collapsed to the floor, cold sweat streaming down his face from the pain.

Now the whole class realized that Ling Tian was not someone to provoke—he could clearly handle himself in a fight. Still, was this enough to be worthy of Lin Youya?

Ling Tian paid him no further attention, seating himself beside Lin Youya. The young man, too pained to gather his books, shot Ling Tian a venomous look, struggled to his feet, and limped out of the classroom.

Soon, the teacher entered and the room quieted as everyone returned to their seats.

Today’s lecturer was a woman in her thirties, lightly made up and dressed provocatively, her voluptuous figure on display. Her looks were average, but she carried herself with an air of self-importance, swaying her hips as she walked, drawing the eyes of many male students. Ling Tian glanced at her but was clearly uninterested.

The teacher launched into her lecture. Lin Youya listened intently, occasionally making notes, determined to pretend Ling Tian did not exist, to ignore the intense gaze he kept casting her way.

Yet, beyond her anger, Lin Youya was surprised at her own reaction. If any other man had called her his wife, she would have slapped him by now. But with Ling Tian, she hadn’t raised her hand. Of course, no one had ever dared call her wife before—Ling Tian was the first to be so brazen.

The seats in the classroom were close together; only a few centimeters separated Ling Tian and Lin Youya. Taking advantage, Ling Tian leaned in, narrowing the gap even further. From so near, he could breathe in Lin Youya’s subtle, natural scent—not perfume, but her own fragrance.

It was summer. Lin Youya wore a short white dress with short sleeves, her pale arms and long slender legs exposed. She wore sheer stockings on her legs, making her all the more alluring. Her ample chest was wrapped snugly in the white dress—though Ling Tian’s eyes tried to feast, he could hardly get his fill. Still, the rise and fall of Lin Youya’s chest sparked his imagination.

At first, Lin Youya managed to remain composed, but when she felt Ling Tian’s eyes fixed boldly on her chest, she finally lost patience. Raising her white high-heeled shoe, she kicked hard at Ling Tian’s leg.

Ling Tian could have easily dodged, but he chose not to. Taking the kick, he let himself fall onto Lin Youya, his arms wrapping around her waist, his head landing squarely against her ample bosom.