"Third Miss, your beauty was captivating yesterday, even more so today!"

Chi Musheng waved to Tu Shan Rongrong, a warm smile on his face, and a lunchbox in his hand.

"That pretty boy from the human race is harassing the Third Miss again, and he keeps spouting nonsense that demons can't understand," a pig demon said, pointing at Chi Musheng with displeasure.

"What do you know? That's called love. Coming to bump into Miss San every day, rain or shine, is truly enviable," the female fox demon said, resting her chin on her hands, her eyes sparkling.

I wish I could have someone who loves me like that someday, cooking for me and reciting poetry to me every day, and having a forbidden love affair between a human and a transvestite.

Tu Shan Rongrong narrowed her eyes, not even lifting the corners of her eyes, and passed by Chi Musheng expressionlessly.

This human is saying shameless things again. For three years, he has been waiting for her here every day. He knows perfectly well that he can't possibly like her, so why does he still persist? Isn't liking someone a matter between two people?

Ignore him and pretend you didn't see him, otherwise those gossipy foxes will spread rumors again. Last time, just because she replied to Chi Musheng, rumors spread that she was keeping a human gigolo.

"I have to chase after it to feed it every time; it's such a troublesome fox."

Chi Musheng followed behind carrying a lunchbox. Tu Shan Rongrong didn't have the habit of eating breakfast. As a professional simp, he had to have the professional ethics of a simp and couldn't let his client go hungry.

As the saying goes, if you weigh less than 100 pounds, you're either flat-chested or short. He had to work hard to help clients get rid of one of these traits. If a client weighed over 100 pounds, it would demonstrate his positive and serious attitude towards his work.

"Hmph, what's so good about this human pretty boy? He's not even as good as me, Old Pig. I can't lift a finger or carry anything. Only if Miss San is blind would she take a liking to this human," the pig demon scoffed with a face full of disdain.

"You?" The female fox demon glared at the pig demon with disdain. Even if the Third Miss was blind, she wouldn't be interested in a 500-pound pig.

"What's wrong with me, Old Pig? Back in the day, I was the most handsome man in the surrounding mountains!" the pig demon said confidently, patting his chest.

Indeed, he was the only monster within a ten-mile radius, and also the only male creature.

Tu Shan Rongrong sat in her office chair, opened the ledger, and was about to check Tu Shan's profits yesterday when she saw a lunchbox on the table.

"well"

Tu Shan Rongrong sighed silently and said coldly to the figure in front of her, "I don't like you, and I will never be with a human. Don't waste your time on this useless thing, it's annoying to foxes."

In her life vow, there was only her older sister and Xiaoqianqian; there was no mention of men.

"I know, but liking something has nothing to do with eating, let alone with seafood porridge, right?"

Chi Musheng opened the lunchbox and took out a bowl of fragrant seafood porridge. He gently scooped up a spoonful and placed it on Tu Shan Rongrong's lips.

The first rule of a professional sycophant: the customer is God. If the customer goes to work hungry, it's a sign of his incompetence.

Tu Shan Rongrong stared at the seafood porridge, swallowing her saliva. It smelled so good. This man always managed to shut himself up with food.

It wasn't that she lacked willpower, it was that her stomach, which hadn't had breakfast, was acting up. No, she needed to be more determined.

With a slight twitch of her nose, the aroma of porridge wafted into her nostrils. Tu Shan Rongrong clenched her small hands and decided, "Fine, this is the last time, truly the last time."

So Tu Shan Rongrong slightly opened her mouth and let Chi Musheng feed her spoonful after spoonful, while she focused on checking the account book.

Tu Shan Rongrong seemed to be used to such intimate behavior and did not feel that anything was wrong with it.

"What a two-faced fox! He always seems to enjoy his food so much."

Chi Musheng patiently served Tu Shan Rongrong her meal. If there was any residue left on the corners of her mouth, Chi Musheng would thoughtfully take out a handkerchief and gently wipe it away, providing very attentive service.

There's nothing I can do; they give me just too much. My daily tasks are simply to whisper sweet nothings to Tu Shan Rongrong, feed her, and pretend to be a suitor.

Today's breakfast was especially delicious. Tu Shan Rongrong's little tail swayed naturally with her mood, and her white feet swung in mid-air like a swing.

Chi Musheng felt a little itchy; he had touched a cat's tail before, but had never touched a fox's tail.

"Third Miss, how's the porridge today?"

After the bowl was empty, Chi Musheng asked with a smile.

Tu Shan Rongrong opened her squinted eyes a little, staring at the empty bowl and spoon, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

Why can't you use a bigger bowl? Every time it's either a small bowl, a small steamer of buns, and a few pieces of ice cream. That's not enough for any fox.

No, she's here to work, not to eat.

Tu Shan Rongrong coldly pointed to the door and said, "It's very ordinary. I don't like eating this kind of food. Also, please leave. I need to work."

"good"

Chi Musheng carefully packed away the bowl and spoons in the lunchbox, and was about to turn and leave when, as she pushed open the door, she seemed to remember something and turned back to ask, "Third Miss, is there anything you'd like to eat tomorrow?"

"No, and it's not necessary. Your presence only disrupts my work efficiency," Tu Shan Rongrong frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Chi Musheng's continued presence.

She was already busy enough with her daily affairs, but Chi Musheng still had to bother her. For three whole years, he wasted an hour of her time every day, which is 365 hours a year and 1095 hours in three years.

"All right"

Chi Musheng left the room with a wronged expression. The moment the door closed, Chi Musheng's expression instantly returned to calm. He looked at the white clouds in the distance and smiled faintly.

He clearly loves to eat, but he always says one thing and means another. But what can you do when the customer is always right? He's willing to spend ten thousand taels a month.

Inside the room, Tu Shan Rongrong touched her nose, wondering if she had been too cruel. That guy seemed very sad, but another voice in her mind told her that if she didn't like him, she just didn't like him. Her thoughts wandered for a while.

Tu Shan Rongrong glanced at the time and complained, "What an annoying fox! His work efficiency has dropped again."

Looking at the table piled high with documents, she knew she'd have to work overtime again today. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Chi Musheng strolled back to the foot of the mountain. Since normal houses in Tushan were too expensive, he simply built his own bamboo house by the stream at the foot of the mountain.

Nestled amidst mountains and water, tranquility reigns, allowing you to be yourself once more.

As Chi Musheng walked, he stopped because there were four words engraved on the stone at the entrance of the bamboo house: "Contract Ended," and there was a 10,000 tael silver note underneath.

"Did the contract end a day early?"

Chi Musheng put the silver notes into his pocket, took out his notebook and crossed out Tu Shan Rongrong's name. It seems he doesn't need to get up at five o'clock to cook tomorrow; he can get up at six.

After all, the money and goods have been settled, and the contract is over. What's the point of licking the boots? The ingredients cost money too, and no one's going to reimburse us anymore.

Feng Qi watched the scene quietly from afar, a smile creeping onto his lips. "Third Miss, you who are known as the Thousand-Faced Fox, can you be rational enough when it comes to emotions?"

The more intelligent and calm a person is, the harder it is for them to remain calm when it comes to emotions, because a person can never deceive their own heart, and the same is true for demons.

And Chi Musheng, this human who came from who-knows-where, was a child of deadly poison that she had conceived.