The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Handsome brothers? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Fu Yunhe couldn't take his eyes off of Nian Shutong. How many times had this woman wished he would die slower?

"I—I'm—fine." Fu Yunhe struggled to sit up, desperately taking a few deep breaths to prove he was telling the truth, and finally managed to say something longer.

"I'm your lawful husband, the one who is supposed to go to the Wasted Planet and wait for death with you."

Nian Shutong shook her head in disapproval and said seriously, "I prefer to die on my own."

In other words, even if you died next to me, I'd find you a nuisance.

Fu Yunhe had met his fair share of characters in his previous life, but now, none seemed to have thicker skin than Nian Shutong. He spoke up again:

"I have money."

Nian Shutong glanced at Fu Yunhe with indifference and, still not too familiar with it, opened her Star Network account and handed it to him.

"Seeing is believing. One hundred thousand Star Coins per bottle. Please make a transfer to prove your determination to wait for death with me."

Fu Yunhe breathed hard to maintain composure. A robber, huh?

The cheapest nutrient liquid wasn't worth more than two Star Coins, and she dared to ask for one hundred thousand?

"Ah... as expected, even in death, you're a poor ghost. No, wait—a poor, dazzling ghost!" Nian Shutong retracted her arm with a mix of regret and disdain.

"That's too expensive."

Nian Shutong looked at him with disapproval, giving him a serious lesson, "The medicine that saves your life just before you die—no matter if it's a pile of shit, if you don't have it, it's worth that much. Don't you agree?"

What is she talking about? Fu Yunhe thought to himself, damn right she's got a point!

He leaned back in the chair, bowed his head, and accessed his own Star Network account. No one knows how he did it, but in the end, he transferred one hundred thousand Star Coins to Nian Shutong.

Having received the money, Nian Shutong's attitude changed rapidly. She kindly took out the dark green nutrient liquid, skillfully opened the cap, and handed it to Fu Yunhe.

"I hadn't realized... Little beauty, you're quite capable."

Little beauty?

Fu Yunhe frowned in displeasure. Why call him little beauty? He was a real man, he had secretly confirmed it.

But Fu Yunhe didn't say anything. He glanced at his own account.

This was his clandestine account as a Commander, where all the covert income from battlefields was deposited, and no one knew about it.

Fu Yunhe grabbed the dark green nutrient liquid and tilted his head back, draining it in one gulp.

Nian Shutong, seeing his grimace, knew just how awful that stuff tasted.

She opted not to try it.

Silence resumed between the two of them, with each harboring their own thoughts and distrust for the other, temporarily bound together.

The Starship continued to jump. Nian Shutong's Wasted Planet was at a central traffic hub between the battlefield and the Empire. Though centrally located, their planet was on the edge, the most useless and most toxic among countless others.

Otherwise, Nian Shutong wouldn't have been "chosen" as the Planet Master.

Officially the Planet Master, but essentially just left there to die.

At that moment, a piece of news played on the void screen inside the starship.

"The Empire's First Commander, Admiral Yun He, fell on the Insect Clan Battlefield on July 21, 4321 of the Star Calendar..."

"What? Commander Yun He?"

"How is that possible!"

"It can't be! He was so strong!"

"It's a conspiracy! Definitely a conspiracy!"

Everyone inside the Starship stood up in outrage, unwilling and afraid to believe this fact.

Nian Shutong watched the news, searched her memory, and recalled that Commander Yun He was a story of a civilian's successful rise through the ranks.

Rumored to be a genius in spirit and physical ability, he rose through the ranks by fighting on the battlefield and became a Commander, embodying a god-like figure in the hearts of the common people.

She didn't really feel anything, but at her "weak" moments, she needed to blend in with the group.

As for when she was strong, who cared about life and death.

[Let's have a three-minute moment of silence for Commander Yun He...]

Like everyone else, Nian Shutong carried out the moment of silence.

Head down, eyes closed.

How long is three minutes?

All Nian Shutong knew was that she was getting sleepy, wanting to doze off.

Fu Yunhe was gratified that so many people were mourning for him, even Nian Shutong, who always seemed to want to be a widow, was paying respects.

He felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

He turned his head to look at Nian Shutong. Huh? Was this woman... asleep?