While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

The master bedroom has an ensuite bathroom, which is indeed convenient and comfortable.

Fang Jing was more well-behaved today than she had ever been all the time in the past combined.

The problem is that she's too obedient, and she keeps asking, "How's it going? Has it gotten bigger?"

"Has the price gone up yet?"

"My love for you, your spatial abilities."

Yang Ding was speechless.

"I shouldn't have said it. Saying it always comes with a mission objective, which makes it pointless."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Fang Jing asked obediently.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Yang Ding crawled into bed, completely losing interest, and interest is a man's nuclear button.

Fang Jing snuggled into his arms, but he remained unmoved and even pushed her away.

The next morning, before Yang Ding even opened his eyes, Ye Rou was already lying by his bedside, silently watching him.

"Honey, did it go up last night?"

Yang Ding glared at her. "What? Has it gone up yet?"

Ye Rou wanted to ask more questions, but Fang Jing quickly came over and pulled her away.

"Don't bring up things you shouldn't talk about. Let's go out and make breakfast for our husbands."

"What's wrong? Didn't you give it to your husband last night?"

"Shut up, or he'll get angry."

Fang Jing pulled Ye Rou into the kitchen and told her what had happened last night.

Ye Rou was completely baffled. "You've gone through all this, why has he suddenly lost interest?"

"I don't know either."

"What should we do then?"

"Maybe we're being too forceful and deliberate in our love, which makes it seem fake and makes our husbands lose interest," Fang Jing analyzed.

Yang Ding walked to the kitchen door and replied, "That's right!"

Fang Jing seemed to have done something wrong. "Honey, what should we do?"

"I've told you before that only true love can increase my abilities, but this thing isn't like eating or drinking, or fighting or tug-of-war where hard work is all it takes. Forget about last night, let things take their course, or I won't touch you again."

Although Fang Jing tried her best last night, the affection coefficient in Yang Ding's system did not increase at all.

Utilitarianism is the enemy of true love.

Ye Rou nudged Fang Jing, "For my husband to say he won't touch us means he's really angry."

"Yes, we'll listen to our husbands, forget about these things, and live a normal life as a couple," Fang Jing said.

"That's right, I'm hungry."

"Okay, okay, honey, it'll be ready soon. Go wash up first," Ye Rou said.

"I won't touch you if you're too gentle."

Ye Rou's mind went blank on the spot. "Why?"

"Because this isn't your true personality."

Fang Jing quickly chimed in, "My husband is right. Rou and I will adjust ourselves as soon as possible."

Yang Ding returned to the bathroom and was brushing his teeth when the system popped up a panel showing his two wives.

First Wife: Ye Rou

【Affection Level: 37%↑, +0.5%】

[Cultivation Progress: 40%↑, +0.5%]

[You have broken through to the upper level of the third rank of martial arts, your punching power has increased by 15000 jin (115000 catties).]

[The second level of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, the Three Strikes of Shaking, Thrusting, and Blocking, has been unlocked; experience points increased by 85%.]

[Sword Style Nine, Second Form: Sweeping Sword Style, unlocked; experience points increased by 55%.]

……

Second wife: Fang Jing

【Affection Level: 20%, +1%】

[Cultivation Progress: 22.8%, +1%]

[Mental Strength: 445 points↑, +45 points]

[Host's Realm Level: C-]

[First level of the Portable Realm Technique, experience points 29%, +1.]

[Void Rift Technique, Level 2, Experience Points: 5%, +5%]

[First level of the Void Escape Technique, experience points 29, +1%.]

……

"It seems that being willing to compromise with the other person is also a manifestation of true love," Yang Ding sighed.

With that in mind, he finished brushing his teeth and went to the kitchen.

Both wives seemed to have done something wrong, appearing absent-minded and at a loss.

When something is on your mind, you tend to act very conflicted.

"Put your mouth over here," Yang Ding said.

Fang Jing and Ye Rou closed their eyes, raised their chins, and pouted almost simultaneously, waiting for their husbands to kiss them.

Fang Jing, in particular, trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering with a hint of guilt and unease.

She should have acted last night, instead of being so direct and ruining the atmosphere.

Compared to Ye Rou, she was more afraid of losing Yang Ding.

If she loses another husband, what will she become?

Yang Ding kissed her first, then kissed Ye Rou hard.

"Okay, it's alright now. You're both my good wives. We can take a walk after breakfast."

The two wives immediately felt better.

When Fang Dalong got up to wash his face, he couldn't help but glance at the collapsed desk.

"Awesome, no wonder it's a duel between two martial artists."

Moreover, he noticed during breakfast that Yang Ding's status had suddenly risen again.

Ye Rou and Fang Jing actually stood up at the same time to serve him porridge.

"You're such a bullshit!"

Fang Dalong could only feel inferior; all his former jealousy of Yang Ding had turned into deep admiration.

You should know that Fang Jing used to be very arrogant, and she had the right to be arrogant. She was outstanding in every way – looks, family background, and talent.

How could she be so obedient as to insist on serving rice to the man?

Thinking of this, Fang Dalong nervously handed the empty bowl to his wife.

His wife, who was feeding the child, asked irritably, "What?"

Startled, he quickly shrank back. "N-nothing... I'll go get some porridge. Do you want more?"

"Give me half a bowl."

"Okay!"

When the group finished eating and were about to take the two children to the maternity and children's hospital, they ran into Mao Jian dragging a suitcase into the elevator.

Yang Ding held the elevator door open for him. "What are you doing?"

Mao Jian is 1.8 meters tall, and his eyes are bloodshot like a woman's.

Instead of answering directly, he bowed deeply to Yang Ding in front of more than thirty people in the elevator.

"My mom said you saved her last night."

Yang Ding immediately understood.

"It's only right, you're my friend, do you want me to help you move?"

"No need, that's all I have. The school has assigned me a dormitory room."

The elevator suddenly fell silent. The instructors were all very curious: how could Instructor Ye's ordinary husband save a martial arts instructor?

This is too outrageous.

Mao Jian followed the others out of the dormitory building and pulled Yang Ding aside, saying, "If you find my mother acting recklessly again, don't bother saving her. It'll only hurt you. I'm a useless son; I have no way to repay your kindness."

Yang Ding dislikes fussing over things. He has his own standards for whether or not to help someone; it's just a small favor, so it doesn't matter.

If it's about taking risks, then forget it. Everyone has to be responsible for their own destiny.

"Yes, I know what I'm doing."

After Mao Jian left, Yang Ding told everyone what had happened.

"Poor Mao Jian, he's either being beaten and scolded by his mother or ignored," Fang Dalong sighed.

Because of his poor aptitude, his father favored the sons born to his second and third wives, which was the root cause of the strained relationship between the father and son.

"Honey, if Jing and I have ten or eight kids for you in the future, how can you guarantee that you'll treat them all equally?"

Yang Ding shook his head. "It's impossible to be completely impartial; I can only set basic family rules."

"What are the family rules?" both wives asked at the same time.

Fang Jing and Ye Rou are as close as sisters. It would be such a pity if they fell out over the issue of their child in the future.