The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 440 - 439: Handing in Homework

"Ha ha! I am the Commander!"

A single statement, but what Fu Yunhe met was neither Ha Ha’s heartbroken tears nor the surprise and shock of those around him.

Ha Ha was the first to react, charging forward with a straight punch.

"Stinky Xiao He! You don’t have the right to insult my Commander!"

Fu Yunhe, at his own spot, slightly dodged his head, avoiding Ha Ha’s punch.

"I’m not insulting your—"

"Don’t you dare speak! My Commander is a towering man, his face full of masculine hormones and a beard, how could that possibly be you?"

"And why would my Commander even be you! He’s alive and well!"

Ha Ha stopped swinging his fists, angrily glaring at Fu Yunhe, the imposter.

In Ha Ha’s wide-open eyes, a glint of tears flashed by, and he abruptly turned to Nian Shutong.

"You tell me, isn’t my Commander still alive and well?"

Nian Shutong, the one asked, stood up, and solemnly promised to Ha Ha, "Don’t worry, your Commander is indeed alive and well."

Nian Shutong’s words caused Ha Ha to nod vigorously, his tears flung out with his nods.

Ha Ha angrily turned back to Fu Yunhe and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! You’re just afraid that my Commander will snatch the good person from you, aren’t you? What nonsense!"

Fu Yunhe, who had acted impulsively, looked at Ha Ha and said with a sudden smile, "I’m sorry, Ha Ha."

"I was wrong. I’m just jealous of the way you care for your Commander; you always use him to put me down, and I was a bit afraid I couldn’t measure up to him."

"You’re right, I was afraid."

"I’m sorry."

Fu Yunhe bowed his head and apologized to Ha Ha.

He shouldn’t have shattered Ha Ha’s illusion that his Commander was still alive, perhaps until the day he becomes the Commander again, or some moment in time.

The current Ha Ha stubbornly believed his Commander was still alive and well; the notion of resurrection seemed impossible to him and probably to anyone else.

The others in the small wooden house didn’t give it much thought; the two men were always fighting over the nonexistent Commander.

They were used to it.

Rubble didn’t care at all, Dou Dou didn’t understand, and Ji Sisi didn’t understand much either.

As for Elder Hua, he might have known more, but after losing his memory, he had lost too much essential information to make any connections.

Lin Mu was completely indifferent, not bothering to pay any attention.

A small commotion merely caused a slight ripple that quickly disappeared.

After dinner, the chat session also dissolved.

Fu Yunhe was the last to leave, calling out to Nian Shutong.

"Nian Shutong, I have something for you."

"What is it?"

Nian Shutong, who was beginning to understand Fu Yunhe’s intentions, although she hadn’t made up her mind yet, was still somewhat looking forward to what Fu Yunhe had for her.

"It’s this, take a look."

Nian Shutong watched as Fu Yunhe pulled out a stack of thick Xuan paper from his Space Button, with crisp ink characters on it.

Nian Shutong took it and unfolded it to take a look; it was all handwriting of the Three Character Classic.

Large character handwriting.

"Is this what you wanted to give me?" Nian Shutong didn’t hide the disdain in her eyes and directly asked, "Who gives a stack of large characters as a gift? Do you have any common sense?"

"I didn’t say it was a gift..."

Fu Yunhe had just finished speaking when he realized he was finished.

Sure enough, Nian Shutong looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, her gentle tone making Fu Yunhe shiver.

"Xiao He... I think you have great potential in calligraphy."

"A hundred large characters a day is too few, how about increasing it to three hundred? What do you think?"

Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong, who spoke with a gentle tone, yet her eyes shot icy daggers.

The one with a screw loose blurted out, "Don’t talk like that, it scares me."

"I’ll write the three hundred characters for sure, as long as you don’t talk that way."

Fu Yunhe could only feel that Nian Shutong’s smile grew wider, and her gaze became more elusive.

"The road ahead is long and winding, get ready for it."

Nian Shutong left this cryptic message behind, smiling radiantly at Fu Yunhe.

As she turned away, Nian Shutong thought to herself with a dangerous glint in her eyes: Even if she had figured things out and made a decision, she wouldn’t let Fu Yunhe have his way easily!

An untamed man is indeed missing a screw.

Fu Yunhe stayed rooted to the spot, motionless.

He wondered, what exactly was Nian Shutong’s demeanor all about just now?

He carefully recollected every word they had just exchanged. It seemed something was off the moment he said it wasn’t a gift.

Fu Yunhe meticulously pondered over this, but when had Nian Shutong ever cared about whether he gave gifts or not?

Could it be... she understood?

Fu Yunhe’s eyes suddenly lit up, looking in the direction Nian Shutong had left, the brightness in his eyes gradually fading.

It’s over!

If she knows, his words just now would surely condemn him.

If she doesn’t know... no, she knows, but doesn’t want to respond.

"The road ahead is long and winding—"

"It means your journey is still very long!"

Elder Hua, popping out of nowhere, astutely explained this before drifting away from Fu Yunhe’s side.

Fu Yunhe couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Slow progress is better than no clue at all."

With this thought, his smile grew broader, becoming as sweet as the kind that kills.

She knows, and she didn’t beat me up immediately.

That’s great! She didn’t hit me!

"It’s so good, she didn’t hit me, didn’t hit me!"

Fu Yunhe cheerfully muttered to himself, observed by Ji Sisi and her son who were looking out their open window.

"Mommy, Uncle Xiao He is acting strange."

"Hmm, maybe there are a few odd days each month."

"Huh? Like you, Mommy?"

Dou Dou earnestly looked at Ji Sisi with his serious little eyes.

Ji Sisi, meanwhile, rounded her own eyes and covered her mouth.

"How do you know that?"

Dou Dou, with his two index fingers touching, articulated slowly, "Because Mommy always says, ’So annoying! I’m so done!’"

Dou Dou’s imitation was spot-on, causing Ji Sisi’s cheeks to turn scarlet.

Had she really said that much?

"Mommy, will Dou Dou be like this when I grow up? I don’t really like it."

Dou Dou’s puzzled little face awaited Ji Sisi’s rescue.

"Dou Dou, that’s a deep question. Why don’t you ask your teacher tomorrow?"

Dou Dou cast a skeptical glance at Ji Sisi and sighed, "Mommy, don’t you know?"

"Yes, yes, I don’t know!"

Ji Sisi admitted frankly, watching as Dou Dou confidently said, "Don’t worry, Mommy. Once I get the answer tomorrow, I’ll come back and teach you!"

"Hehe... Alright, thank you, Dou Dou."

After concluding their conversation, Ji Sisi guiltily got Dou Dou ready for bed before heading off to her own room.

The next day, Nian Shutong, having finished her cultivation, returned from outside and immediately saw the "fool" from last night standing in the morning light, Fu Yunhe.

"Good morning, I’ve come to give a gift!"

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