The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: The Tranquil Years

Fu Yunhe stood with both hands in his pockets, clenching the fabric of his trousers tightly inside. @@novelbin@@

Embarrassed, he held his head high and puffed out his chest, about to walk away when he stopped again.

It seemed like he was inadvertently admitting something without saying a word, so he composed himself until he seemed just like his usual self before walking towards the small wooden house.

“Xiao He!”

The call of “Xiao He” made Fu Yunhe’s heart skip a beat with fear, giving him a sensation even more terrifying than battling the Insect Race.

“What’s up?”

“Washing dishes.” Nian Shutong leaned on the windowsill, poking her head out, looking Fu Yunhe up and down with a smirk, her gaze relishing the spectacle with too obvious an enjoyment.

Fu Yunhe felt as if he had been stripped naked; with an awkward smile, he said, “I’ll go… go…”

“Go on then!”

Nian Shutong raised an eyebrow with a smile and closed the window.

“Ah…” Fu Yunhe decided to stop pretending, pulled out his hands boldly holding up his trousers. No more posing!

Fortunately, Nian Shutong didn’t call him out, preserving the last shred of his dignity.

But alas… he forgot about Rubble.

“Xiao He, the button on your trousers popped off, but Rubble found it for you.”

“We Mechanical Clan are always happy to help.”

Fu Yunhe stared at Rubble with a dark look, taking the button from his hand and chuckled drily twice.

Rubble, disagreeing, followed up with, “Xiao He, you haven’t thanked Rubble yet.”

Fu Yunhe stopped in his tracks and through gritted teeth uttered, “Thanks to your whole family.”

“You’re too polite. On behalf of my entire family, Rubble thanks you.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Rubble replied earnestly, Nian Shutong’s sudden burst of laughter made it unbearable for Fu Yunhe to listen any longer.

He went back inside to change his trousers.

This time he was going to tie a belt! Tie a belt!

After changing his trousers, Fu Yunhe gloomily went to wash dishes and utensils. After finishing, he returned to the small wooden house and continued to earn money on the Star Network and learn how to live stream.

He perfectly played along with Nian Shutong’s arrangements.

A night passed, and a new day dawned.

Nian Shutong woke early, or rather, she didn’t need sleep at all, for her nights were replaced by Cultivation.

Indeed, as Fu Yunhe suspected, Nian Shutong knew he was up to something, but her formidable strength was her confidence.

As for schemes and tricks, Nian Shutong didn’t excel at those and preferred fighting and poisoning—it was more satisfying.

Moreover, she found the pioneering of the land quite interesting now.

This feeling of creating something from nothing brought her great pleasure.

Early in the morning, Nian Shutong had already finished putting up the surrounding fence, then took the three stones from the kitchen, hollowed out the middle, and took out the pots and pans to place inside.

Nian Shutong looked at the array of kitchenware and thought that after building a door and covering the kitchen, it would be pretty much complete.

As she carried several robust logs back, Fu Yunhe also stepped out of the small wooden house.

The morning light filtered through the completed fence into the yard, casting a checkered pattern over the neatly tilled six plots of land.

Amidst the forests and mountains, the gentle morning light bordered time, a quiet and peaceful moment.

For some reason, there was a feeling of tranquility within him.

In his previous life, Fu Yunhe was an orphan from a trash star, and upon leaving it, he had always been fighting on the battlefield, every day filled with combat and Cultivation, devoid of any other aspect of life.

Right now, however, he found himself enjoying this serene and distant tranquility before him.

“Xiao He, good morning!”

Fu Yunhe looked towards the source of the voice, seeing Nian Shutong with a robust log over each shoulder.

“Good morning.” Fu Yunhe took a few steps forward and asked proactively, “What are you doing?”

Nian Shutong, carrying the logs to the kitchen area, said without lifting her head, “Shoring it up, putting on a roof.”

She wielded her Daodao like cutting vegetables, swiftly sawing the logs into uniform lengths.

Then, effortlessly lifting one, she drove it forcefully into the ground between two stones, leaving a space in between.

The log sank more than half a meter deep, making any machinery unnecessary.

Fu Yunhe marveled, her strength truly an unsolved mystery.

If she slapped him, he guessed he’d probably turn into a mud pie.

“Xiao He, the potatoes are here; you make breakfast.” Nian Shutong placed the potatoes on a smoothed stone, which could serve as a cutting board.

“Any problems?”

Fu Yunhe immediately shook his head, “No problem.”

His head wasn’t as hard as those boiled potatoes! How could he dare have any problems.