Grief?
Fu Yunhe's eye roll was so exaggerated that it could have turned into a fan blade. You really should wipe that smirk off your face when you talk about being sad.
Still, he made a sound to assert his vivid presence.
"Cough cough... not dead."
Nian Shutong broke into a sudden smile, which, to be honest, wasn't remotely stunning due to her dark, rough features that left her facial expressions quite indiscernible.
Although the smile wasn't pretty, it was enough to make Fu Yunhe's hair stand on end.
The next second, with just a gentle push from Nian Shutong, Fu Yunhe swayed a few times. He bit his tongue, determined to stand, not to fall. He, the Imperial Commander himself, bleeding and sweating...
"Bang!"
Oh well, lying down was quite comfortable, too.
Fu Yunhe could finally breathe easily; this body was just too pathetic.
That "bang" drew a glance from the housekeeper as Nian Shutong spread her hands and said, "My hand slipped."
Fu Yunhe, on the floor, couldn't even muster the energy to roll his eyes. He might as well play dead and lie there like a salted fish.
He doubted whether this "sickly" body, unable to stand, walk, or even breathe easily, would survive the day.
Whether he went to the Wasted Planet or not, he was doomed to die young.
Nian Shutong withdrew her slightly regretful gaze and flashed an ugly smile that made one shiver, addressing the housekeeper.
"Housekeeper, let's continue our conversation. You should at least provide some travel expenses for my trip to the Wasted Planet, right?"
"Nian Shutong, don't be excessive."
"Hehehehe..." Nian Shutong shook her head with a light laugh, "I didn't expect you to be... amusing."
"A waste, exiled and waiting for death, over the top?"
"Hahaha!" Nian Shutong's laughter boomed as she threw her head back. She stopped abruptly as she bowed her head, then raised her gaze again—her eyes held a smile that wasn't quite a smile but was tinged with a touch of madness.
Her dark complexion paired with her rolling eyes was truly creepy!
Everyone simultaneously thought: Has she snapped... gone mad?
Looking back at Nian Shutong, her eyes were fixated on the housekeeper like a vulture.
Her tone was steady, but her words caught the housekeeper's attention.
"Housekeeper, I'm not a member of the Nian Family, and I won't cling to this place. However, the military merits my adoptive parents earned give me the right to stand here." Nian Shutong activated her Light Computer, projecting it for all to see.
Everyone watched as Nian Shutong awkwardly navigated to the largest live streaming site, opened a streaming channel, and named it.
[Zone 3 Nian Family, a girl orphaned despite the illustrious military exploits of her parents—who is she really?]
"Since the housekeeper won't give me money, I'll just earn a bit myself." Nian Shutong's finger hovered over the "Start Streaming" button.
The housekeeper's gaze finally changed. No matter how powerful he was, he didn't have the authority to shut down someone's Star Network account in the blink of an eye.
"Nian Shutong, what do you really want?"
"Money," Nian Shutong's eyes turned from white to black, looking innocently at the housekeeper. "Isn't what I've said clear enough?"
"Fine, I'll give you money." The housekeeper didn't want to blow things out of proportion. Nian Shutong's adoptive parents truly had earned military merits, and making a scene could damage the family's reputation and displease the Family Head.
"A thousand Star Coins."
"A hundred million Star Coins."
"You're insane, Nian Shutong!" The housekeeper couldn't believe the outrageous sum Nian Shutong was demanding.
Nian Shutong shrugged her shoulders and said to the housekeeper, "Bargaining, then? Name another price."
For the first time, the housekeeper felt his years of self-discipline were somewhat in vain. He glanced at Nian Shutong, who was waiting to haggle again.
"Two thousand Star Coins."
"Ten billion Star Coins."
"Nian—Shutong!" The housekeeper punctuated each syllable.
"I'm here, aren't we just bargaining? Name another price."
The housekeeper closed his eyes and spoke again: "Ten thousand Star Coins."
"Deal."
Nian Shutong's promptness choked the housekeeper, like a ball of tangled yarn stuck in his throat, unable to swallow, suffocating.
He thought... Nian Shutong would raise the price so he could explode in anger.
But he had never expected...
At this moment, Nian Shutong extended her hand amiably and said to the housekeeper in a pleasant tone:
"Please transfer the money."