Who's Bullying My Two Wives?

Class B canteens are located together with Class A canteens and offer the same treatment, a stark contrast to Class C and Class D canteens.

First-year students can have a sufficient supply of second-tier beast meat every day at noon. As long as they have good talent, they can reach the third or fourth rank of cultivation by graduation.

Yang Ding walked into the Class B canteen, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Ye Fang marrying both instructors at the same time is practically the pinnacle of life. Even the young masters of the five great families in Jiangling City couldn't possibly marry two fairy-like genius girls at once.

Ever since he learned that the Royal Guards of the capital were secretly protecting him, Yang Ding has become arrogant.

He strode past hundreds of pairs of eyes with an air of indifference, seemingly oblivious to his own family.

Left Protector Huang Bingbing carries two guns, Right Protector Mao Jian holds a shield, and behind them Sun Li is shaking a ball.

When Mao Jian saw the braised exotic beast meat in the window, he was so hungry he almost cried.

"My mother would never have imagined that her son would be promoted to the second-class level in his lifetime. I guess it's a talent to follow the right person."

"Look, Brother Ding, the beast meat here is braised, and it looks like it's been seasoned with spices."

Mao Jian instantly felt that his future was bright. He would soon be promoted to the second rank of cultivation, become a junior lieutenant in the law enforcement bureau, earning a monthly salary of twenty or thirty thousand yuan without any problem, and marrying a concubine would be just around the corner.

The students in Class 22 quickly waved to the four people, as they had already reserved seats for the class monitor.

Someone will save you a seat, someone will serve you food, you get to poop first, and you even get priority when picking up girls.

Who wouldn't want to be a class monitor like that?

Yang Ding sat down and scanned the people around him.

"Are all these guys from Class B?"

"Almost, there are 30 Class B classes, totaling 3000 people."

As soon as Yang Ding took out his meal card, ten people reached out their hands, ready to help him get his food.

This caused the neighboring classes to burst into laughter.

"The useless guy in Class 22 actually appointed an ordinary person from Class C as class monitor."

"Look how anxious they are, they're afraid they won't be able to be sycophants."

"They'll probably be last in the next monthly exam as well."

Yang Ding handed the meal card to Mao Jian, "Go get it for me, everyone else sit down. I just want to make my stance clear."

"Alright, top-notch."

Mao Jian was flattered and felt that he had been given an important position and that he had retained his status as the number one underling. He happily went to get his food.

Yang Ding glanced at the students from Class 22 at the surrounding tables.

"If you don't know me, you can go ask around in Class 2. I, Yang Ding, will never let my brothers suffer."

With Mao Jian absent, Sun Li quickly took over the role of the straight man.

"Captain Yang single-handedly defeated the Ghost King and Ghost Queen, but he shared his million-dollar reward with everyone. This included ten Grade Two Beast Cores, all of which were given to my classmates. I also received 30,000 yuan."

Many students in Class 22 couldn't believe it; wasn't Yang Ding a gigolo?

He risked his life to earn the prize money, and without even discussing it with his wife, he split it equally with the rest of the class.

Think of all the cultivation resources that a million yuan could buy! You know, the starting salary for working in the law enforcement team is only 5000 yuan.

Soon Mao Jian brought over a boxed lunch, which was much more plentiful than the Class C canteen, and even included freshly stir-fried vegetables.

Huang Bingbing ate while testing Yang Ding.

"Do you think that Imperial Guard with the golden mask might be one of our instructors from Jiangling University?"

"Did you hear any news?" Yang Ding asked.

"No, I'm asking you."

"If you don't know anything, ask your mom?"

Huang Bingbing was speechless.

Why is this guy so rough? He's left this little madwoman with no room to maneuver.

Yang Ding quickly finished his lunch and went to the office building to find his wife.

Class 22's classroom is right across the street, very close by.

What a coincidence! I ended up in the same elevator as the discipline director who was coming back from lunch.

Why do the students keep running into the instructors' office area?

"My wife is pregnant, can't I come and check on her?"

"I'm asking you, Xiang Tianyou disappeared after leaving the cave, do you know anything about him?"

Yang Ding shook his head; actually, he was curious too.

"You don't know? You're his aunt, don't you even know?"

The discipline master looked worried, sighed a few times, and said nothing.

Xiang Tianyou came to see her last night, half of his face was covered by a mask, and he looked ferocious. He asked her to tell his mother that he would not be going to university anymore, because he was going to do something big.

Then he went home and killed his wife.

These actions strongly suggest that he has joined the Stinger organization.

Yang Ding first went to Ye Rou's office, only to find that she had gone out to eat and hadn't returned yet, so he went to Fang Jing's office instead.

Fang Jing had a big argument with her father after receiving a phone call, and now she has no appetite.

Her parents thought she was too willful.

Marrying her ex-husband was a mistake. If she had been transferred to Donghai City earlier, she might be the daughter-in-law of the Donghai City Lord now.

Seeing that her eyes were red, Yang Ding locked the office door, walked over, and lifted her chin.

"What's wrong? Who bullied my second wife?"

"My parents scolded me."

"You're saying you shouldn't have married me?"

"Yeah, ignore them, they have no right to tell me what to do."

Yang Ding moved a chair and sat down next to her, then put his arm around her to comfort her.

"The relationship between a son-in-law and his father-in-law usually starts badly. But once our child is born, it's a fait accompli. We have to force him to call us 'Grandpa,' whether he likes it or not."

Fang Jing turned her head and glanced at him.

"I really underestimated you. I always thought you were an honest person, but I never expected you to be so cunning."

"I've always been an honest person."

"You're an honest fool, only that silly girl Ye Rou believes you."

With a little effort, Yang Ding lifted the 88-pound Fang Jing into his arms and sat her down.

After a flurry of passionate kisses, Fang Jing was completely overwhelmed, her flushed face buried in his neck, unable to breathe.

"Am I being dishonest?"

"Be honest my ass!"

"Let's do it again..."

"No, no, you'd better be honest, you're the most honest one, okay? This is an office, please don't mess with me."

Just as Yang Ding was about to use his kissing skills again, Ye Rou knocked on the door from outside.

"Jing-jie, why did you lock the door? Are you alright?"

"Jing-jie, open the door, I brought you some food."

Fang Jing hurriedly got up, straightened her collar, opened the door and pulled Ye Rou in.

"Stop yelling, my little darling, you wish everyone could hear you."

Ye Rou looked at Fang Jing's flushed face and immediately understood.

"Did I come at the wrong time?"

"Especially when it's time, you should spend some time with your husband, I'll eat first."

After being kissed unconscious, Fang Jing's mood has improved considerably, and her appetite has returned.

Ye Rou sat in Yang Ding's lap, took out an ear pick from the drawer, and pinched Yang Ding's ear.

"Stop kissing, let's talk about it when we get home tonight. I'll clean your ears."

Fang Jing rolled her eyes at her. "I'm eating. Can you please not mention that word?"

"Jing-jie, you're being a bit too obsessive about cleanliness. This is earwax, not some other kind of poop."

"..."

Ye Rou cleaned Yang Ding's ears with exceptional gentleness, making him feel drowsy and extremely comfortable.

Although the office isn't big, being able to chat and bicker with my two wives every day is like living the life of a god!

"Honey, are there any martial arts instructors at our school who were transferred from Jinglong Royal City?" Yang Ding asked.

"Why do you ask that?"