Chapter 4

Hearing the system prompt, Min Moyou nodded in silence. Xiaotong, realizing her behavior was a bit improper, was currently in a state of bashful shyness and noticed nothing.

Xiaotong inwardly cursed herself for her lack of composure—just look at her, acting like she had never seen the world! She couldn't even look at herself.

Yet that was 720,000!

There was no denying it; she truly had never seen such a sum...

Now she was in trouble and had no idea what to do—surely it was inappropriate to keep throwing herself into someone else's arms like this? But if she got up from his embrace, she wouldn't dare face Min Moyou.

Don't ask; asking means a young girl's blushing shyness.

As shyness welled up, the thrill brought on by the money was gradually crowded out. Just like that, Xiaotong leaned quietly against Min Moyou's chest, silent, hesitant, and at a complete loss.

This happened to give Min Moyou time to communicate with the system—though Min Moyou was also thoroughly enjoying the feeling of a soft beauty in his arms.

He didn't mind letting this lovely, impulsive moment of the girl last a little longer.

"System, since the more money I spend from now on, the more will come back, you don't need to prompt me about the ten-thousand-fold return every time." [Understood, Host.] [Additionally, due to the increase in the host's wealth value, Charm Value Wealth Bonus: 1. Current Charm Value: 81; Physique Wealth Bonus: 1. Current Physique: 11 (+10 [Aohui Dragon Curse Bonus]); Spirit: 10 (Highest level for an ordinary human) (+10 [Aohui Dragon Curse Bonus]).] "Is that wealth bonus granted every ten million?" [Not quite. Would the host like to read the twenty clauses of the Charm-Wealth Bonus rules and the twenty clauses of the Physique-Wealth Bonus rules?] [Forget it, it's just going to keep going up anyway.] [The host is wise.] [Why don't you just give me a rough summary? Otherwise, I always feel like you'll...?!] [I won't! Roughly speaking: it's not just money that counts as wealth, but the points that monetary wealth can boost are limited. The maximum Charm Value is 100, and once 100 is reached, branch bonuses will be unlocked.] [Then? What about that Confidante Bonus? How is it determined?] [Bonus points can be obtained once the target's favorability reaches a certain level.] [Oh~~~? Can you see favorability, then?] [No, there are other judgment rules. Would the host like to read the rulebook for Confidante Bonus judgments, which contains a number of clauses?] [??? How many? No, I won't look, I won't.] [Should I say women are truly unfathomable? So complicated.] [The host is wise.] [If I'm so wise, why is the system I got so useless? It can't even check favorability.] [...........................]

"Well, how much longer are you planning to lie on me?" "Get up."

Having finished communicating with the system, Min Moyou felt the body temperature of Xiaotong buried in his chest rising steadily, as if she were overheating, so he had to speak up to interrupt her transformation—if he let her go on, Xiaotong might just turn into a modern-day Guan Yu with a red face on the spot.

"Coming right up, Boss! Oh no, I mean, coming right up, Young Master!"

Hearing those words, Xiaotong bounded off Min Moyou's body with a start, then sat back down on the bench as if nothing had happened, maintaining a certain distance from him.

A fine, fragrant sweat faintly seeped from her flushed face, and she quietly took deep breaths of fresh air to prevent her brain from overheating and causing her to pass out.

(At this moment, the six members of the Min Family Dragon Descendant Death Guard hidden in the shadows gnashed their teeth: "Damn it! That woman actually dares to molest our master?!" "Peacock! Peacock, calm yourself! Without the master's summons, we cannot appear before him." "Yeying! Don't stop me! I am doing this to uphold the master's dignity!" "Shut up, Peacock! I am the captain!" "Yeying! You'll regret this!" "Yajiayajia~ If you ask me, someone's just jealous, aren't they?")

"I'm sorry, Young Master. I don't know much, and this is my first time taking on such a big commission. I got too excited..."

Having recovered slightly, Xiaotong decided to apologize to him after all. Though what she was thinking inside was: *I'm naturally gorgeous; throwing myself into his arms means he got the better deal!* Still, the other party was a young master employer who paid 720,000 a month.

"It's fine." Min Moyou waved his hand, indicating he didn't mind. He really did feel like he had gotten a great deal.

"So? Young Master? Any plans for tonight? Or would the master prefer to rest?"

Since she had taken the money, Xiaotong needed to display her professional flair as an agent.

"What time is it? Nightlife has only just begun. Let's go find something to eat."

Min Moyou hadn't forgotten that Xiaotong was running on an empty stomach. And they said his persona as an overbearing CEO was fake! What real overbearing CEO would be so considerate of someone else's feelings?

"Ugh... Young Master, well... a lot of the luxury restaurants are pretty much closed by now... We might only be able to find some small street stalls or something?"

Xiaotong looked troubled—would a rich young master like this look down on street food stalls? What if she failed to execute even his very first request properly? Would he question her competence? Would that hourly wage of a thousand fly away from her...?

"It's fine. Given the economic development of Zhongpu District, I anticipated this sort of situation." "A street stall is fine. Sharing in the common folk's joys for once is also a kind of refined taste."

Min Moyou wasn't very picky about food, and besides, the one who was hungry right now wasn't even him. He was just looking for an excuse to take little Xiaotong out to eat.

"You got it, Young Master! You are so down-to-earth and so understanding, Young Master!"

And just like that, Xiaotong led Min Moyou to a nearby snack street. Although it was already one or two in the morning, the place was still bustling with life. Voices, cooking fumes, and warm-toned lights set off one another. Along just a single short street, a handful of mobile vendors vividly displayed the bustling warmth of the mortal world.

As soon as they arrived, Min Moyou reached inside his jacket and pulled out another thick stack of cash from his breast pocket.

*Xiaotong: Is the inner pocket of this suit jacket some kind of treasure chest? Isn't having such a thick stack of cash pressed against your chest uncomfortable?*

Then Min Moyou handed the money to Xiaotong. Xiaotong's eyes widened into perfect circles, and the unfilial tears at the corners of her mouth looked ready to drip down again...

"Young Master? This is...?"

*Xiaotong: This must be my advance pay!*

"For the next few days, my expenses will be paid out of this money. You are responsible for handling the payments. Understood?" "Alright... Ah! I mean, I understand, Young Master." "Whenever it runs out, come find me for more." "Understood, Young Master. Speaking of which, do you have a habit of keeping accounts, Young Master? Aren't you afraid I'll embezzle and line my own pockets?" "Hm? What's there to steal from a few tens of thousands? As a top-tier agent... you surely wouldn't violate your morals for a mere pittance of Jiufang Coins, would you?" "Hehehe... I... of course I wouldn't do that! You're right, Young Master, you really know how to read people."

*Xiaotong: That's tens of thousands of dollars!! I would! I totally would! What on earth is up with your attitude of not treating money like money, aaahhhhh!!!! I really cannot understand the world of the rich at all.........*

Enough idle chatter; Xiaotong finally led Min Moyou into the snack street. Entering it felt like a trapped dragon returning to the sea or a fish taking to water. Xiaotong visibly became more talkative, relaxed, and lively, pulling Min Moyou to stop by various street stalls.

"Young Master, look at this place! This barbecue stall might look inconspicuous, but it's little Xiaotong's strictly selected pick after over a decade in Zhongpu! The owner's grilling skills are second to none! The heat control is exceptionally good, and the meat and vegetables are super fresh! Plus, their secret sauce..."

Xiaotong introduced the place to Min Moyou in a steady stream of enthusiastic chatter, but all Min Moyou saw was the craving deep in her eyes. It seemed this was something Xiaotong liked to eat.

"Buy." "You got it, Young Master! How much should I buy?" "Use your own judgment. If you're going to stay by my side, you need at least that much ability. Don't come asking me questions like this in the future." "Understood, Young Master! Then I'll get one stick of everything I think is delicious to let you try something new. Does that sound alright to you, Young Master?" "Assess the situation and handle it yourself. I won't say it a third time."

*Xiaotong: Rich people are so hard to please.* But out loud, she wouldn't dare say that: "Understood, Young Master. Xiaotong understands."

Xiaotong went up alone to buy the skewers from the vendor, while Min Moyou stood a little ways off to the side to avoid the smoke and noise. In no time at all, Xiaotong came back to Min Moyou's side clutching a large handful of grilled skewers.

"My dear Young Master~ want a taste?"

Min Moyou casually pulled one out from the bunch and took a bite. It was indeed quite good.

Meanwhile, Xiaotong stood to the side gulping and swallowing hard—*glug*, *glug*—with a clear, massive handful of her favorite skewers right in front of her. The intense visual and olfactory assault teased Xiaotong's fragile nerves. The hunger she had forcibly suppressed earlier rushed back, more ferocious than before.

What should she do... It smells so good... I want to eat it so badly... But? Taking your employer shopping as a guide, is it really proper to be eating while giving explanations? And if she ate them, her previous lie about dieting would instantly fall apart! How was she supposed to maintain her persona as a top-tier agent providing flawless service? What if he ended up disliking her and firing her? That would be a regret to last a lifetime! Xiaotong! You have to believe you can hold back! You have to live up to a job that pays a monthly salary of 720,000!

...

"It's just so-so."

Min Moyou finished a skewer in no time and naturally had no idea Xiaotong was having such a dramatic internal monologue. Yet he could tell she was dying to eat—didn't you see her eyeballs practically glued to the skewers in his hand? And she claimed she could moonlight as a bodyguard? Was she afraid the skewers were going to assassinate him or something?! If he really entrusted his safety to Xiaotong, *that* would be when safety became a matter of concern...

Min Moyou shook his head with a chuckle, reached out casually to grab another stick to eat, planning to say he'd had enough and tell Xiaotong to finish the rest so it wouldn't go to waste. To his surprise, this casual grab failed to pull the skewer from Xiaotong's grasp—the woman was gripping it way too tightly! It was as if this bunch of skewers was her lifeline! ?

"Ah? Ah! Sorry, Young Master, I zoned out for a second! Um... which one do you want?" "No more. It's just average. Throw them away." "Huh? Throw them away?! These cost over two hundred Jiufang Coins... Wouldn't that be such a pity, Young Master? Such a waste!" "Then what else? You want to eat them?" "As you command, Young Master!"

*Xiaotong: I bought too much on purpose, waiting for you to say those exact words! I never expected a rich person's standards to be so high—he lost interest after just one stick... Well, then it's my gain! It's never good to waste food!*

"Om nom!"

Starved to the limit, Xiaotong devoured the skewers large bite after large bite, abandoning all restraint like a breached levee. She could no longer suppress her inner desires, throwing dieting, agent persona, and everything else to the winds!

Even while eating, Xiaotong didn't neglect Min Moyou, continuing to lead him around as she toured the market.

"Young Master, wouldn't you like to try this place next? This grilled cold noodles is also one of little Xiaotong's strictly selected picks after over ten years in Zhongpu! The vendor is an old hand at his craft, and the cold noodles he uses have a wonderful chew..." "Buy."

Once bought, Xiaotong held a paper box containing the grilled cold noodles pierced with bamboo sticks in one hand, while the other hand still clutched the skewers as she stuffed her face in a frenzy of absolute abandonment.

Min Moyou used a bamboo stick to spear a piece, took a bite, and said: "Average. You take care of it."

Xiaotong snapped her head back up from where she had been burying it in her skewers. "Young Master? Just... ? You're not eating anymore?" "Mhm." "Then...? The rest goes to me?" "Don't ask me such nonsense again!" "Understood, Young Master! Xiaotong promises to deal with them clean, clean, and clean!"

Xiaotong shoved the skewers into her mouth in two or three quick bites, chewed them down in a rush, and immediately turned her attention to the new challenger—the grilled cold noodles!

"Om nom! So good!"

*Xiaotong: Tears in my eyes! I call you "Young Master" from the bottom of my heart.......*

Thus, the rest of their tour through the snack street turned into this:

"Young Master, look at this boboji! Also one of little Xiaotong's strictly selected picks! It..." "Buy." "Average. Deal with it." "As you command, Young Master!" "Om nom!" ...... "Young Master, look at these soup-filled pan-fried dumplings! Little Xiaotong's strictly selected pick!..." "Buy." "Average." "Leave it to me, Young Master!" "Om nom!" ...... "Young Master, look at..." "Buy." "Average." "Om nom!" ...................

Just like that, after strolling down the entire snack street, Xiaotong was stuffed full by Min Moyou's "average" feedings.

*Xiaotong: Ah~ I can't take it anymore~ Not another bite fits inside... I mean, I'm just so full.*