"Chi Musheng, can't I even tell a story?" Tu Shan Rongrong frowned, her little face full of displeasure.

Because Chi Musheng rejected her again. When a person gets used to the other person's meticulous obedience, they can't accept the other person's rejection.

"What is our relationship?" Chi Musheng asked as she stepped off the stage, meeting those squinty eyes.

After thinking for two seconds, Tu Shan Rongrong replied, "Friend."

In her mind, she and Chi Musheng could be considered friends, after all, they had known each other for three years.

“So, as a friend, don’t I also have the right to refuse, Miss San?” Chi Musheng smiled.

Friend? Does Tu Shan Rongrong really consider him a friend?

Most of the time, she probably sees him as a persistent suitor, but this suitor has been rejecting her for the past two days, and the contrast is too great, so she feels uncomfortable.

Tu Shan Rongrong was speechless. Yes, friends have the right to refuse.

But the power is in her hands, isn't it? Tu Shan Rongrong's lips curled into a smile again.

Chi Musheng had already seen through Tu Shan Rongrong's thoughts and spoke up in advance, "Third Miss, if we are still friends, it is not appropriate to bring up those things."

After three years of getting along, he had long been able to judge Tu Shan Rongrong's inner thoughts from her words and actions. Generally, when Tu Shan Rongrong's lips slightly turned up, it meant she was brewing a bad idea and nothing good was going on.

When someone squints and doesn't speak, it means they're a little unhappy.

When someone opens their eyes and speaks, it means they are very angry and about to throw an abacus at someone.

When the tail and little feet wag, it means the person is happy.

The above is a summary of Tu Shan Rongrong's micro-expression strategies compiled by Chi Musheng over the past three years. You can judge Tu Shan Rongrong's mood and actions based on her expressions.

"Chi Musheng," Tu Shan Rongrong gritted her teeth. This bastard man seemed to be able to read her mind and preemptively shut down what she wanted to say.

She was the smartest fox in Tushan, how could she not see that although Chi Musheng said they were friends, his body seemed to want to keep her at arm's length?

Is that the only kind of relationship between men and women? If you don't agree, you can't even be friends.

"Third Miss, is there anything else?" Chi Musheng asked, bowing her head.

The main issue is Tu Shan Rongrong's height. If you get close to her, it would be disrespectful to a fox not to lower your head when you speak. Looking at her at eye level, someone who is 1.8 meters tall is looking at someone who is only 1.5 meters tall, as if she is looking at thin air.

Looking down, you can still see a bit of her hair part; cough cough, that seems a bit even more impolite.

"No," Tu Shan Rongrong managed to utter a single word.

Unexpectedly, one day she would also face someone with helplessness. Was it because she had reservations? Or did she just want to have a friend?

Seeing this, Chi Musheng ignored Tu Shan Rongrong, picked up the money box and started counting the money. As long as Tu Shan Rongrong didn't threaten him with Tu Shan Honghong, in his eyes, Tu Shan Rongrong was just a little girl.

She may seem resourceful, but deep down she's still a little girl; she just pretends to be mature on the outside.

"Are you short of money?" Tu Shan Rongrong asked as she sat down next to Chi Musheng.

Logically speaking, she should have left long ago after Chi Musheng rejected her, but it seems that she can only relax for a moment when she is by Chi Musheng's side, so she doesn't want to leave so soon.

"Yes, I've been poor since I was a child. I have to work hard to earn money so that I can afford a house and a wife," Chi Musheng replied while counting money.

"Buy a house, marry a wife" Tu Shan Rongrong was stunned and began to imagine that Chi Musheng had gone to such lengths to marry her. He had to go to do laundry at four or five in the morning, make breakfast for her after that, and play the zither in the afternoon.

“Otherwise, an orphan like me, without parents, cannot cultivate, nor can I be like a Taoist priest, using magic to make money and protect the people I love.” Chi Musheng raised her head slightly, gazing at the horizon, her bright eyes sparkling.

That young man never harbored fantasies of wandering the world with a sword and eradicating all injustice with a single strike. Unfortunately, reality was cruel; he was just an ordinary person without even the talent for cultivation.

In this cruel world, he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself. Apart from being handsome and having some musical skills, he has no other advantages. This is one of the reasons why he came to Tushan, at least to be able to live safely.

"Third Miss, you probably wouldn't like an ordinary person like me, would you?" Chi Musheng turned around and glanced at Tu Shan Rongrong, her smile carrying seven parts forced and three parts self-mockery.

Tu Shan Rongrong looked at Chi Musheng's profile and felt as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand. Her breathing became suffocating. Was he rejecting himself because she had been too cold to him?

Perhaps I should give him some hope, but wouldn't that cause him even greater harm afterward?

"How will we know if we don't try? Maybe?" Tu Shan Rongrong murmured, her earlobes slightly red.

"Huh?" Chi Musheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise. What was this fox saying? Was he out of his mind? He shouldn't have arrogantly said he couldn't. What kind of talk was that?

What do you mean "maybe"? Does he think he's a sucker? He won't pay me when the contract ends, and he still wants me to fawn over him? Wait, is this fox just too embarrassed to admit it after I've licked his boots?

After calmly considering the matter, Chi Musheng put on a cold and ruthless expression. "Third Miss, if I said that I approached you only because of money, would you believe me?"

"I don't believe it," Tu Shan Rongrong shook her head, looking at Chi Musheng with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.

She was just squinting, not closing her eyes. In the past three years, Chi Musheng hadn't taken a single penny from her. If she had to count, it might only be the cost of the two baskets of steamed buns this morning, which was twenty coins.

"Sigh," Chi Musheng sighed. He was telling the truth, so why didn't he believe him?

If it weren't for the contract stating that it must not be disclosed, I would have loved to show it to Tu Shan Rongrong. He's the kind of person who would bow down for money.

"So, can you tell the story now?" Tu Shan Rongrong sat on the stool staring at Chi Musheng. She just wouldn't leave. What could you do with her?

There has never been anyone who could escape Tu Shan Rongrong's expectations, and Chi Musheng is now the first one, making her curious.

“One story, one hundred taels,” Chi Musheng said calmly.

He still couldn't believe that Tu Shan Rongrong would spend a hundred taels just to hear a story.

"Here," Tu Shan Rongrong took out one hundred taels from her pocket and handed it to Chi Musheng. If it was a friend, a friend who had been with her for three years, it seemed not bad.

"What are you doing, Tu Shan Rongrong! Have you taken the wrong medicine! That stingy, money-loving iron fox, actually gave him money!" Chi Musheng looked at the hundred-tael silver note and felt a storm raging inside.

Based on his understanding of Tu Shan Rongrong—no, to put it another way—he had never seen Tu Shan Rongrong pluck fox fur before, and things seemed to be getting a little out of his control.

"It's a deal, one hundred taels for a story, Chi Musheng, you're not going back on your word, are you?" Tu Shan Rongrong waved the silver note in her hand with a half-smile.

She doesn't spend money much, but that doesn't mean she's poor. She's the richest person in the entire Tushan, no, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she, Tushan Rongrong, is the richest person in the entire demon realm.