The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 465 - 464: The Swindler

Nian Shutong did not explain his words, boarded the starship, found a seat, and remained silent.

The Second Young Master did not disturb him too much either; he just sat behind the three of them, silently looking out of the window.

The starship took off and passed through the wormhole; in less than an hour, Nian Shutong and his companions needed to disembark because they were transferring to another starship bound for Tata Jupiter.

The Second Young Master followed the three of them off the starship and once again stood in front of them.

"As long as the master can cure my son, I am willing to give half of my fortune, worth a hundred starships."

"Please consider it, Master. I, Huo Laoer, always keep my promises and am quite a figure in this region."

Nian Shutong looked at Huo Laoer in front of him and asked, "What about your entire fortune?"

Huo Laoer hesitated just for a moment before replying with a relieved smile, "Fine, if the master is willing to help, I am willing to give my entire fortune."

Huo Laoer smoothly opened his light computer, "Words alone are not proof; I am willing to pay the master half my fortune now, and should the treatment succeed, I will present the other half with both hands."

Nian Shutong was watching Huo Laoer’s actions closely. His finger was about to click for the payment transfer, but Huo Laoer’s finger did not press down.

"Master, you?"

Huo Laoer, confused, looked at Nian Shutong. Why couldn’t he press it down? Was the master stopping him?

"Put it away; I’ve already said we’re quite fated."

Nian Shutong had changed his mind. This was a father who loved his child, and since it was on the way, how could he not help? fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Mainly, he found him likable.

"Let’s go. We’re also heading to Tata Jupiter, just on the way."

Nian Shutong simply waved his wrist, and Huo Laoer felt himself being pushed aside, the path cleared for him.

His powerful strength made Huo Laoer’s eyes spark fiercely; his son could be saved.

He really could be saved!

Without caring, Huo Laoer vigorously wiped away his tears with his sleeve and went home.

Huo Laoer briskly ran up, hustling to take over the work from Fu Yunhe.

When Huo Laoer went to buy the tickets, the person selling them even asked confusedly, "Second Young Master, do you still need to buy a ticket?"

"Buy it! Hurry up, don’t waste time, I want the best seats."

Huo Laoer, holding the tickets and with a big smile, led the way for Nian Shutong and the other two, boarding the starship together.

The ticket vendor and the checker, full of questions, watched all of this unfold.

Wasn’t this starship owned by the Second Young Master? Did he still need to buy a ticket?

And, who exactly were those few people who could make the Second Young Master so respectful?

These questions were naturally unanswered. At this moment, Nian Shutong, following the Second Young Master, had taken their place in the VIP section of the starship.

The seats were spacious, able to recline fully for sleeping.

Sitting on the comfortable chair, she glanced at Fu Yunhe.

"I’ll buy you one in the future."

Fu Yunhe had not bought one before not because he couldn’t, but because they did not have a public identity that allowed them to purchase such VIP seats.

Before Nian Shutong could speak, Second Young Master, sharp-eyed, said, "My family owns part of the starship, and I will send you two anonymous VIP cards later. No need to spend money, just sit wherever you like."

Nian Shutong smiled but did not respond, neither accepting nor rejecting.

Everything would depend on seeing the Second Young Master’s son, and if he could cure him, taking anything would be justified.

If not, that would be another story.

Huo Laoer did not say anything more. At that moment, the starship was ready to launch.

"Ah! Finally caught up, Xiao He, hurry up."

"My boss, slow down a bit."

These two sentences made Nian Shutong, Dou Dou, and Fu Yunhe all turn their heads and look toward the doorway of the VIP room.

A man and a woman were standing there, accompanied by a robot and an old man.

Both the man and the woman looked good; the woman in front, the man behind, holding a big peach in his hand—a peach from a small shop.

The robot behind them had lifeless eyes and hands that looked like those of Rubble, and the old man had a massive black iron pot strapped to his back.

"Sit here, have a peach first."

The man handed the peach to the woman, but she reluctantly took it and then threw it back.

"Forget it, I don’t want it, I’ve had enough."

After speaking, the woman lazily sat down in a chair, patting her leg and said, "Xiao He, give me a massage."

"Okay, boss, you rest."

This familiar address made Nian Shutong curl his lip disdainfully—were they encountering impostors?

At that moment, the woman on the seat spoke again, "Master Fan, sit down, Rubble too."

The appearance of these two names further confirmed Nian Shutong’s suspicions.

So far, Little River Live’s bulletin had been paused for a week, unexpectedly providing some people with an opportunity.

This clearly was planned, but it was uncertain what these people’s motive in impersonating Little River Live was.

Meanwhile, the unabashed conversation made some of the VIPs also suspect something.

A teenage boy first spoke up, his cheeks flushing with excitement.

"Hello, may I ask, are you Mr. Xiao He and the boss?"

The boy looked expectantly at the two seated people, and the woman, embarrassed at being recognized, apologizing said, "I’m sorry, was I speaking too loudly?"

"I’m really sorry, I went out to find ingredients and encountered a blast wave, my ears are a bit blocked."

The woman convincingly patted her ears and then took out two lollipops from her pocket, handing them to the questioning boy.

"Here, I’m really sorry."

The woman didn’t stop there; she sat up and pulled out a bag of lollipops from the Space Button.

"Xiao He, give everyone two to show our apologies."

"Sure, boss."

Generous boss, obedient Xiao He, everything matched up unsurprisingly.

When "Xiao He" distributed them to Nian Shutong and the others, he added another comment.

"Take it, our boss is just that generous."

Nian Shutong nodded, glanced at the bag of candies, and asked, "Don’t you have peach-flavored ones? I prefer that."

"Granny! I also like peach-flavored, I still want real peaches."

"Can you buy it for good boy?"

Dou Dou smartly realized something, someone was impersonating their aunt.

He played perfectly the role of a little brat about to cry for not getting a peach, pointing at the fake boss’s peach, pouting.

"Granny, Granny!"

Nian Shutong played along with difficulty, and Fu Yunhe also played along, but he still asked for the sake of his good boy granddaughter.

"Hello, could we buy that peach from you? You must have a lot, we’ll pay, definitely cash."

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