The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: The Heavy Rain Approaches

Ms. Nian Shutong did not ignore Rubble’s request, for Rubble had indeed done a lot for her.

His hands could almost create everything Ms. Nian Shutong needed.

She squatted down and asked Rubble earnestly,

“Rubble, what kind of studio do you need?”

Rubble put down what he was holding, a finger twirled, and a beam of light appeared, revealing a three-dimensional model in front of Ms. Nian Shutong.

Big!

...

That was the first impression.

Expensive!

That was the second thing Ms. Nian Shutong thought.

Broke!

She really was out of money, having just robbed Fu Yunhe to buy the salt-drying equipment.

Her own money, plus Daodao’s, was not enough, and Ms. Nian Shutong asked with little confidence,

“Rubble, how much will this cost?”

“Estimated at three hundred million Star Coins.”

Ms. Nian Shutong immediately stood up, pointing at herself with two fingers and said, “Rubble, do I look like I have three hundred million Star Coins?”

Ms. Nian Shutong was just exaggerating, but Rubble analyzed very seriously,

“The shoes you’re wearing cost twenty Star Coins, your clothes and pants thirty-seven Star Coins, you haven’t applied any skincare products, firstly because there is no need, and secondly because you have no money.”

“Ms. Nian Shutong indeed does not possess the qualifications to have three hundred million Star Coins.”

Ms. Nian Shutong, already immune to Rubble’s sharp tongue, surprisingly nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of camaraderie. She squatted down again,

“I really don’t have it, do you have a cost-saving studio?”

Rubble was somewhat unwilling, but looking at Ms. Nian Shutong with her fists clenched, he immediately changed his tune and said, “Yes.”

Ms. Nian Shutong also smiled kindly and after releasing her fists, she patted Rubble’s head and said, “Good.”

Another head patting!

Rubble felt a new warmth, his metal skin seemed a bit hot. Sadly, no one could see it.

Ms. Nian Shutong and Rubble moved quickly, logged onto Star Network, selected, and placed the order.

But Ms. Nian Shutong’s fingers hesitated above the payment option, lingering without pressing down.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, lightly press your finger down, complete the payment, otherwise, the transaction won’t be successful.”

“I know!” Ms. Nian Shutong looked at the screen, which required a payment of 67,800 Star Coins, closed her eyes, and pressed it.

“Phew… too thrilling!” @@novelbin@@

Ms. Nian Shutong really felt like crying without any tears, a classic example of being tearlessly sorrowful.

Her account displayed a string of zeros, glaringly bright.

This was even after she had taken some Star Coins from Daodao, and thinking about buying groceries today made her even more distressed.

Poor could no longer describe her.

After buying the studio, a listless Ms. Nian Shutong stood up, ready to continue her miserable work.

She felt like she was nurturing several money-eating beasts.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble has something to tell you.”

Ms. Nian Shutong, her head hanging low like a frostbitten eggplant, listlessly turned her head, her eyes dull, waiting for Rubble to speak.

“There’s heavy rain coming, according to Rubble’s analysis, expected from midnight to around three a.m.”

“The precipitation will be 400 millimeters, categorized as extremely heavy rainfall. Your crops are at risk of being submerged.”

One sentence immediately energized Ms. Nian Shutong; she didn’t know how Rubble predicted it, but she still trusted Rubble’s words.

Ms. Nian Shutong scanned around the small wooden house, the first thing to do was to protect the sprouting vegetables and rice seedlings.

The second thing, the small wooden house was also at risk.

The third thing, the machinery at the salt field also needed to be put away, needing a large space button.

So many tasks, not something she could accomplish merely with manpower.

Which means, she had to spend money again!

But she really had no money left.

Ms. Nian Shutong’s gaze involuntarily drifted towards the small wooden house, towards Fu Yunhe’s bedroom.

Xiao He? Could there still be a chance?

Inside the bedroom, Fu Yunhe, with slightly restored spiritual power, felt a sense of discomfort.

He always felt like someone was… watching him?