The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 466 - 465 Swindler II

Shutong helplessly and weakly looked at Dou Dou, as Fu Yunhe watched the fake Boss with an honest and simple gaze, along with the peaches they had never eaten. freёweɓnovel_com

Dou Dou puckered her mouth pathetically, pitifully looking at the woman and saying, "Please, Auntie, say you’ve had enough! Good boy just wants to taste what the peach is like."

Her soft, sticky voice, coupled with a well-timed expression, didn’t involve wailing or making a scene, just pitifully begging for a peach you’ve had your fill of.

Many of the bystanders, especially the older ones, couldn’t stand to watch.

"This Boss here, why not sell the peach to this little friend?"

"Yes, you did say you’ve had enough."

"You guys definitely have a lot more, I’ve seen those videos of Gaia."

"Auntie, just give it to the little sister. I don’t need my lollipop anymore, just give her a peach."

The people around them all started urging.

The man distributing lollipops, who had been agonizing over how to reply to Shutong’s query about peach-flavored lollipops, now seemed to have a more serious issue with the peach.

Because between the two of them, there was only one peach.

Along the way, this peach had been quite the veteran actor.

Cornered by the crowd’s persuasion, the fake Boss tried to produce the most generous smile she could muster, but it looked just a bit more pleasant than crying.

"Um, little friend, it’s not that I won’t give it to you, it’s just that this peach isn’t very good anymore."

"Yes, this peach has been picked for several days now, it’s not very fresh, and I’m afraid it might upset your stomach."

After the woman explained, she felt a bit relieved. Surely they couldn’t possibly keep asking for it, could they?

Indeed, Dou Dou didn’t continue to ask; instead, she dove into Shutong’s embrace, her little shoulders shaking continuously as her sobbing echoed.

"Wuu wuu... Grandma, I’m okay, wuu wuu... It’s okay if good boy doesn’t eat, even though good boy is not well, it doesn’t matter."

Shutong held Dou Dou tightly, patting her hand, but her rhythm was a beat slower.

Suddenly, everyone assumed that the child must be suffering from some serious illness.

In reality, Shutong was just thinking, where on earth did they learn these acting skills? Way too professional.

All of a sudden, everyone’s gaze converged on the woman, as if a child’s dying wish was up to her to fulfill.

The woman pretending to be the Boss didn’t expect this turn of events either.

Clutching the peach tightly in one hand, she forced a kind smile and said, "Xiao He, quickly deliver the peach to the little friend. It’s heart-wrenching."

The man called Xiao He, although he took the peach, didn’t rush to deliver it.

"Little friend, why don’t you give your address to Uncle, and later I’ll send you a box of fresh, big peaches, alright? And big, purple grapes. I’ll prepare lots of fruit for you."

"This peach is indeed several days old; it’s our leftovers, not very good."

The man’s words were earnest and sincere.

Shutong watched the man’s performance, realizing he must be the one in charge.

"Really? Are you really from Little River Live? Can you send us a box of peaches?"

Shutong asked excitedly, her joy mixed with a hint of anxiety.

"You guys aren’t scammers, are you?"

The question came out of nowhere, but the man opposite just smiled and shook his head.

"What kind of scammers would give away food to everyone? Besides, we’re getting off the bus soon."

After the man finished speaking, he took a bag of candies and continued to distribute them around.

After a round, he really did come to ask Nian Shutong for an address.

Nian Shutong pointed to Huo Laoer ahead, Second Young Master Huo, and said, "He knows the address, we’ll go to his place first."

"Right, right, I’ll leave you the address."

Second Young Master Huo left the address for the man with an expressionless glance.

Such a low-level scammer, he didn’t understand why the master was playing along with him, but he was willing to cooperate.

Second Young Master Huo saw at first glance that these people were scammers. He was the Black Market’s Second, after all. What kind of tactics had he not seen? These people were nothing in his eyes.

After the man took down the address, he returned to his own seat and began to ponder his next move.

They just wanted to take advantage of the days Little River Live was not broadcasting to scam some money outside, after all, nobody knew what Little River Live’s Xiao He or the Boss looked like.

Someone would definitely fall for it.

The starship continued on its way, and about two hours later, the impostor man and woman began their meal.

"Boss, have some instant noodles. I’ve prepared some soy sauce beef for you, and some vegetables. Let’s just make do with this."

The man began to soak the instant noodles, the aroma wafting through the VIP room, very potent.

Soon someone couldn’t help but ask, "Do you have any more of those instant noodles?"

The man, eating his instant noodles, hurriedly swallowed them down, sighing with the steam, and with a smile said to the inquirer, "We didn’t bring that many with us, I’m really sorry."

The inquirer didn’t pursue further, but the smell of the noodles was really intoxicating.

They couldn’t help but want a closer whiff.

After the two finished their noodles, they took out a pack of spicy strips and a pack of chips.

The crisp sound of chips, the aroma of spicy strips, under this double torment, finally, someone couldn’t bear it anymore.

Everyone got a share again, as the male-female duo took out two more bags of snacks to share with everyone.

But after the sharing, they continued eating their own food quietly, revealing no purpose, just generously offering snacks to everyone.

However, a fish eventually took the bait.

A somewhat portly man stood up, walked over to the duo’s side, and began to chat, "Your live stream is really good to watch, I’m a loyal fan."

"Thank you for your support."

The portly man gave a naive smile, slightly embarrassed, he said, "I wonder if I could buy some things from you, that little store is just too popular, and I never manage to snag anything."

The portly man had barely finished speaking when the impostor Xiao He immediately said, "No, that wouldn’t be right."

But such a refusal was not accepted by the portly man, who started to play the sympathy card, "We’ve met by chance, that must be a special fate, don’t sell a lot, just a little bit."

"We’re in VIP seats here, nobody will talk about it outside."

The portly man kept persuading, Xiao He on the opposite side looking troubled at him, then turned to the woman impersonating the Boss for help.

Finally, the woman, as if impatient, said grandly, "Xiao He, just sell it."

"Oh! Our Boss is so generous! Thank you."

The portly man began to list the items he wanted to buy, naming a few before the fake Xiao He interrupted.

"We can’t do too much, this is enough."

The portly man was a little dissatisfied, but familiarly said, "You really don’t like making money, pushing money away like this."

The two opposite didn’t speak, just smiled.

This scene made several people on the ship waver, ready to step up and make a purchase.

"Eh? Little River Live has posted a notice, are they going to broadcast in a moment?"

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