"Sister Ya Ya, simply sleeping together won't make you pregnant. Who told you that eating a hundred baskets of steamed buns would prevent you from having little fox cubs?"
Tu Shan Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief and explained to her second sister.
She was driving her second sister to the brink of collapse. Before her sister left, she should have made her lock Ya Ya in the back mountain for another month to cultivate and have some peace and quiet.
"Real Dudu" or "Fake Dudu"
Tu Shan Ya Ya raised her head, her mouth still stuffed with two steamed buns, her little face puffed up like a squirrel's.
Tu Shan Rongrong pointed at her second sister's protruding belly with annoyance.
"Really, but if Sister Ya Ya were to overeat and die, she definitely wouldn't have needed to give birth to the little fox."
Seeing that her second sister wasn't pregnant yet, she wanted to experience what it felt like to be pregnant.
"But, but, we can't waste it! My sister said a fox that wastes food isn't a good fox."
Tu Shan Ya Ya looked at the few baskets of steamed buns left on the table. Although she was already full, wasting food was a bad habit.
Besides, she felt that she could still continue and could still eat.
"It's alright, perfect timing, Chi Musheng and I haven't eaten yet."
Tu Shan Rongrong took away the remaining baskets of steamed buns from the table.
Eat, eat, eat! All my second sister knows is eating. Oh well, it's fine this way. I can always make it up to her by buying her some food later.
"Waaah, no!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya looked at the baskets of steamed buns being taken away with reluctance, but when she thought that she wouldn't be paying for them later, she didn't feel so bad.
If you're not pregnant, you don't need to eat a hundred baskets of steamed buns. If things don't go well, just have a couple of sips of water first.
He took off the wine flask from his back and started guzzling it down.
"Brother Musheng, let's eat breakfast. It's not good for your stomach if you're hungry in the morning."
Tu Shan Rongrong brought several baskets of steamed buns to Chi Musheng's side.
"That sounds familiar. Have I heard it somewhere before?"
Chi Musheng chuckled.
That wicked little fox is using his own words against himself.
Tu Shan Rongrong muttered in a sarcastic tone.
"Isn't this all because of some scoundrel who tricked people into eating his food, and he did it for three years straight? But he's not a man of his word. Books always say that if you're going to fool a girl, you have to fool her for life. How can you give up halfway?"
Although she was complaining, she still gave two baskets of steamed buns to Chi Musheng.
The two sat on small stools, watching the flow of people on the street, and ate their steamed buns in small bites.
Chi Musheng maintained a faint smile. How could he not understand that Tu Shan Rongrong was hinting at him? But some things are just so melodramatic.
"But the book also says that what you get through deception is yours, and what you can't get through deception is just too hard to deceive, so the right choice is to give up and just find another one."
Tu Shan Rongrong interrupted.
"No, we can't just change it like that. All those three years of hard work have been wasted. Maybe if we try again, we can succeed?"
Is this scoundrel still thinking about Sister Ya Ya?
Those who are greedy and always want more should be locked up and properly disciplined, just like in the books.
Chi Musheng swallowed the bun in his mouth and said in a teasing tone.
"No, this is called cutting your losses, Miss."
If you didn't agree back then, blame him. Of course, even if you had agreed, it wouldn't have mattered, because he never said anything about pursuing you or marrying you.
For the past three years, his job, rain or shine, has consisted of: a few words of praise upon meeting, then food, feeding him, and finally asking what he wants to eat the next day. That's it, and he earns 300 taels a day.
Tu Shan Rongrong murmured softly.
"Should we cut our losses now? Why can't you try again? They're really easy to fool this time, as long as you ask."
She knew she had hurt Chi Musheng's feelings; otherwise, she wouldn't have used various subtle methods to win him back.
Rather than trying to win Chi Musheng back and keep her by his side, a more direct approach is to use force to make her stay with him, thus forcing the issue to become a fait accompli.
But in that case, there will probably be an irreparable rift between the two of them.
Her conscience wouldn't allow her to do that.
However, since this scoundrel promised her that he wouldn't have anything to do with Sister Ya Ya, she'll have time to take her time. At worst, when they're intimate in the future, she can transform into Sister Ya Ya's appearance to make it up to him.
Upon hearing this, Chi Musheng thought to himself.
"Speak up? Speak up? You'll never speak in this lifetime. Staying here means certain death. If you don't hurry up and run away, you'll be easy to fool when things go wrong. With your black-hearted little fox personality, it's a good thing if you don't get me chained up and torture me every day."
After finishing the steamed buns, Tu Shan Rongrong stared at Chi Musheng's profile for a long time before getting up to leave and saying something.
"Brother Musheng, Rongrong is leaving. There are still many accounts to settle. Remember your promise."
If people find out that you broke your promise, then don't blame them for breaking theirs too.
Chi Musheng looked up and returned a smile.
"Okay, go ahead."
Some things are okay to say in your heart, but to say them out loud is tantamount to suicide.
Counting the days on his fingers, there were still twelve days left. Compared to four years, it wasn't long, and could even be considered short, but for him, he didn't want to stay a single second longer than twelve days.
Almost every day is filled with forced smiles, like walking a tightrope on a ballet, one wrong step and you're shattered to pieces.
"You bastard, go pay the bill!"
Just as Chi Musheng was lost in thought, a finger poked his waist, reminding him.
"Um?"
Chi Musheng looked at Tu Shan Yaya with a puzzled expression.
"You didn't bring any money, order a hundred baskets of steamed buns."
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