The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 212 - 213 Asking for Money

Chapter 212: Chapter 213 Asking for Money

Outside the window, Fu Yunhe’s face lit up with a bright smile, fair as white jade.

With a soft smile, the gentleman looked at Ms. Nian Shutong.

Inside the house, Ms. Nian Shutong discovered another side of Fu Yunhe’s beauty, realizing he wasn’t just a sickly person.

Of course, this thought merely fluttered by. After teasing Fu Yunhe, she picked up her calligraphy work and approached the window,

“How does it look?”

Ms. Nian Shutong extended her arms, her pale white fingers holding the sides of the paper, and she angled it for Fu Yunhe to see clearly.

On the dazzling white paper, black calligraphy.

It penetrated the back of the paper, ancient and majestic.

Ms. Nian Shutong’s characters had a style of their own, not adhering to any specific script, only showing primitive grandeur and force.

In each character, you could clearly see each stroke—horizontal was horizontal, vertical was vertical.

Fu Yunhe’s mind was somewhat shaken, continually nodding in praise, “Exquisite.”

“Ha ha ha! Then that’s good, I haven’t gotten too rusty.”

Ms. Nian Shutong put away her characters, pressed them on the table, then sprang up nimbly, jumped out the window, brushed past Fu Yunhe, and cried out, “Beautiful, time to eat.”

Her announcement jolted Fu Yunhe back to reality; the recent vision of Ms. Nian Shutong was stunning, but it made him feel as if a great chasm lay between them, unreachable.

He still preferred interacting with the natural and unconventional Ms. Nian Shutong.

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Fu Yunhe quickly followed Ms. Nian Shutong, and the two sat down. Only after Ms. Nian Shutong took the first bite did everyone start to eat and drink boisterously.

Breakfast was steamed buns paired with rice porridge and pickled cucumbers.

It was refreshing and cut through the greasiness.

After breakfast, everyone went about their own tasks.

Elder Hua relished teaching, continuing to give lessons to the children at school.

Why Elder Hua taught was a mystery even to him; he could only say it was instinctual.

Dou Dou was also thrown into school by Ji Sisi, becoming the youngest pupil there.

Ji Sisi, meanwhile, became Rubble’s most capable assistant, beginning to help with various mechanical works.

Rubble, with the money given by Ms. Nian Shutong, bought a bunch of handy tools and materials for himself, no longer the Rubble that scrounged for scrap materials.

Even more, Rubble had purchased several robots and modified them for his use, turning the new robots into his assistants.

When Ms. Nian Shutong was ready to return to the small wooden house to finish writing the “Three Character Classic,” Rubble appeared.

“What are you doing, Rubble?”

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble came to inform you that he has spent all the money you gave.”

All spent, all spent.

This message repeated several times in Ms. Nian Shutong’s ears. Could it be that the money given just last night was already gone by this morning?

“Rubble, you don’t have to work so hard, thinking of ways to spend money late at night.”

Rubble’s big head shook disagreeably: “Ms. Nian Shutong, please rest assured, Rubble rested on schedule.”

“Rubble came to tell you that he still hasn’t purchased everything he needs.”

Not everything bought, money gone—this meant he was here to ask for more money. Ms. Nian Shutong quickly understood the causal relationship.

She spread her hands at Rubble, “Rubble, I’m out of money.”

Then pointing at Fu Yunhe, who was checking the workshop by the stream, she said, “You go ask Xiao He.”

Rubble definitely sighed, then said to Ms. Nian Shutong, “Ms. Nian Shutong, you need to try harder.”

Heh heh…

Ms. Nian Shutong skirted around Rubble, walking swiftly; she had recently taken to walking around him, which felt like dealing with a money-eating beast.

Although it was all for her own sake, she still felt heartache.

While feeling distressed, Ms. Nian Shutong called out to Daodao, asking him to pay attention to money-making opportunities on the Star Network.

“Daodao, find more; let’s earn more. I have a feeling that building this planet won’t suffice with just selling grain.”

“Do not worry, Master. Daodao’s second book is set to be released this afternoon, which will surely continue to make money for you.”

“And, the first book still keeps bringing money into our account, Master. You can use that. Daodao will also look for other things.”

“Okay, thank you, Daodao.”

After her communication with Daodao ended, Ms. Nian Shutong calmly resumed her copying.

On the other side, Rubble, unsuccessful in obtaining money, truly ended up by the riverbank, watching Fu Yunhe for a while before walking away.

Rubble felt that asking Xiao He for money wasn’t right.

He would opt to ask Ms. Nian Shutong for money to avoid feelings of hesitation and discomfort.

By the riverbank, Fu Yunhe, watching Rubble’s retreating figure, stared for quite some time, without uttering a word. What did that mean?

Having moved away, Rubble passed by the small wooden house, Ms. Nian Shutong’s room, standing by the opened window.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble can’t ask Xiao He for money, only you. It makes Rubble uncomfortable.”

Ms. Nian Shutong, who was copying, finished the last character, placed her pen down, opened her Light Computer, and logged into another account opened by Daodao to make a transfer.

“Ding—”

“It’s done. I’ve transferred it to you,” Ms. Nian Shutong turned her head and said to Rubble, “Spend it for now.”

Rubble revealed a smile that implied “seeing you never brings peace of mind” and told Ms. Nian Shutong, “Ms. Nian Shutong, why do you still have a secret fund? That’s not right.”

He turned and left, his silhouette seeming rather displeased.

Inside the house, Ms. Nian Shutong burst into laughter, so she can’t have a bit of money?

Now it was truly clean.

The utterly impoverished Ms. Nian Shutong continued to write; as she wrote, her entire being calmed down.

After she finished copying the Three Character Classic, she took the manuscript and went to find Elder Hua.

By this time, it was past noon; school had dismissed, and all classes were concentrated in the morning to leave the afternoon for various practical craft classes.

Some children were at the tofu shop, helping to pick beans and make tofu.

Others were at the sprouting beans and Maltose workshop, helping to water them.

Some were in the kitchen, helping to pick and wash vegetables. In essence, every child was obedient and sensible.

Ms. Nian Shutong never made demands of the children, but their parents didn’t think this way; the current Boss provided them with food they could only dream about and built schools for their children, teaching them knowledge.

What a great favor it was; they never imagined such things would happen in their lifetimes.

Everyone was filled with gratitude, diligently working and repeatedly admonishing their own children to study hard and do their possible bit.

Ms. Nian Shutong, seeing this, would not stop them. She thought it was good for children to engage in such activities.

Ms. Nian Shutong stood in front of the small wooden house, looking for Elder Hua.

Finally, she found him by the creek, along with Dou Dou.

An old and a young, holding a rope, not clear what they were fiddling with.

When Ms. Nian Shutong approached, she saw Elder Hua suddenly leap up, frantically waving his hands.

“It bit me! It bit me!”

“Grandpa Hua, don’t run! Don’t run!” Dou Dou, with his short legs, continuously chased after him, trying to help Elder Hua remove what had bitten him.

Yet, with one running and the other chasing, they failed to catch it.

“STOP————”