July 9

In Region Three's Nian family, the notorious 'double waste' Nian Shutong and the widely known 'frail beauty' Fu Yunhe got married and were exiled to a toxic, deserted planet to die.
'I bet they can live for a month.'
'I bet half a month.'
'I bet ten days!'
Although the bets continued, unexpectedly this abandoned planet began to produce rice supplying the entire star system, brilliant white fine salt, sweet sugar, and pure meat.
Nian Shutong, once despised, soared to become a top-tier planet lord, and started a luxurious, enviable retirement life.
As many coveted her success, she encountered trouble today, received flowers tomorrow.
The silent big spender Fu Yunhe couldn't sit back any longer. Touching Nian Shutong's back, he said with grievance: 'You are married.'
'Don't worry, they are not as rich as you; those richer aren't as handsome as you; the handsome ones aren't as obedient as you; those more obedient can't take a beating like you.'
'?' 
Fu Yunhe bowed his head and twiddled his fingers, asking again, 'How much more do I need to spend to really deserve it?'
Nian Shutong patted his head gently and whispered, 'There, there, spend a bit more.'

The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Nian Shutong felt dizzy and tearless as she left Rubble's workspace, gazing sorrowfully at the sky.


"The sky is so clear... I guess it's still not as empty as my wallet."


Rubble had bombarded Nian Shutong with a pile of numbers that left her head spinning and utterly confused. In the end, Rubble had emptied her account.


At that moment, Nian Shutong's account lay deserted with a string of zeros that hurt her eyes.


Who could have imagined Rubble becoming such a big spender?


Yet, she had no choice but to comply, painful as it was.


Nian Shutong turned her sorrow into motivation and took up a hoe to get to work.


She worked until dinner time. At the small wooden house, the dinner consisted of fish, tofu stew, and baked flatbread.


The layer of crispy, delicious rice crust soaked in broth was Nian Shutong's favorite.


"Here, it's too hard; it's uncomfortable for me to eat," said Fu Yunhe as his clean fingers tore off a piece of crust and offered it to Nian Shutong.


Chapter 211 School