The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

The Housekeeper didn't want to get entangled any further, though sharp-tongued, he was still a waste, an ugly one slated to die on the Wasted Planet with no eligibility for marriage.

Another was sellable due to her beauty, but her temperament was too fierce and she was an unhealthy one. Together, they were a perfect match.

He opened his Star Network account and directly transferred ten thousand Star Coins.

"I hope you get a chance to spend it."

Nian Shutong looked at the deposit notification with a genuinely joyful smile on her face and nodded earnestly at the Housekeeper,

"Rest assured, I will certainly try my best."

The Housekeeper, seeing the rambling Nian Shutong, thought she must have gone mad indeed. Ten thousand Star Coins? The Housekeeper chuckled internally, not sure if it was even truly hers.

Unaware of the Housekeeper's scheming, ten thousand Star Coins was not much for them, but for the penny-less Nian Shutong, it was significant.

She couldn't get more, and she was unwilling to leave without any.

She never felt that after arriving at the Wasted Planet, she only had a dead-end.

Others' dead-ends might be her path to life.

"Thank you, Housekeeper. Don't worry, I am very sensible. I will take the sick one and leave soon," said Nian Shutong, pausing as if she was in a difficult position.

"But..."

"But what?" The Housekeeper, his eyes bearing down on Nian Shutong, even used a bit of his spiritual power.

Nian Shutong, with her powerful Divine Sense, was naturally unfazed. After all, she had just learned to use the Star Network.

However, she pretended to suffer a headache, covering her forehead with one hand, not knowing why she said, "I just want to pack my clothes... ah... my head! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Take her away," the Housekeeper withdrew the spiritual force and addressed several people standing aside.

"Nian Shutong, enough is enough."

"Phew—" Nian Shutong sighed lightly, looking around confusedly, then released her hand from her head and threw a look at the Housekeeper.

"Rest assured, I will leave for sure."

The Housekeeper, receiving the look, shuddered as if chilled, wondering if they were that close?

Such a fragile waste! The Housekeeper walked away, hands behind his back, feeling cursed.

Fu Yunhe, who had been lying on the ground gasping, also laboriously lifted a hand towards Nian Shutong.

Nian Shutong calmly nodded at Fu Yunhe, reassuringly saying,

"Don't worry, I'll come back. You don't have to fear no one will take care of your body if you die."

Nian Shutong then walked away, followers in tow, leaving only the Holy Father watching over the immobile Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe had no other options, even if he declared himself as the Imperial Commander, no one would believe him now.

Interstellar Humans cultivated spiritual power and physical ability, and he was once among the strongest.

To destroy a person's spiritual power and fuse one's own into it would cause rejection, a massive opposition, so no one would do that.

How he would manage to resurrect himself was still a mystery.

Currently, Fu Yunhe had nowhere to go, his only hope was Nian Shutong, who constantly wished for his early demise.

On the other side, Nian Shutong truly went to her room to pack her things.

However, when she emerged, the room she had once stayed in was empty except for the four walls.

If it weren't for the lack of proper tools, she would've taken down the walls to craft a coffin for the frail beauty.

Ah... such a pity.

Nian Shutong looked at a button on her wrist, an exclusive Space Button from the interstellar, gifted by her foster parents. Though it was the smallest kind, it was enough to store her belongings.

It was a wonder why the Nian Family hadn't taken it away.

Stepping out of the house, Nian Shutong headed towards the Nian Family's flower garden. She said to a few people, "I'm going to pluck two flowers, that all right?"

The people following her exchanged glances, eventually deciding not to stop her.

These flowers in the garden, laden with mild toxins, were only kept on the periphery as ornaments, overlooked by everyone.

Nian Shutong nonchalantly walked, reaching out intermittently.

She plucked the easily accessible flowers of various colors.

"Beep! Detecting farm vegetable, eggplant."

"Beep! Detecting farm vegetable, bell pepper."

"Beep! Host successfully activates three kinds of farm plants, rewards beginner's gift package."

Her mind continuously beeped as Nian Shutong exhibited no expression, eventually plucking two "white flowers" and a few strands of grass to make up the numbers.

White flowers obtained.

And there was even an unexpected bonus, not bad.

From beginning to end, these scraps were her target.

Packed up, Nian Shutong returned to the Nian Family's corridor, looking once at Fu Yunhe still lying down and struggling to breathe.

"Still alive, impressive."

Nian Shutong then told the people behind her, "Please, take this strong sick man with me; we are ready to set off."

A man stepped forward like grabbing a rag, casually seized the front of Fu Yunhe's shirt.

Fu Yunhe was thus dragged along, limbs dangling naturally, feeling... not far from death.

After exiting, Nian Shutong and the carried Fu Yunhe were placed aboard a "Starship."

Nian Shutong, internally: What is this?

Fu Yunhe: Such a battered starship?