The protagonist stole my spiritual root? Hey, heroine, give birth to me!

"Come, let me show you around my cave dwelling. Although you've already been a guest here, there are still some places you should familiarize yourself with," Chen Xuan said casually.

"No, no problem!"

Afterwards, Chen Xuan showed Hua Mengjie around his nearly 300-square-meter cave dwelling.

Soon, the two had completed their tour, and Hua Mengjie had a general understanding of Chen Xuan's room, her own room, Lin Rou's room, and the general tasks for each day.

"Alright, sir, I basically understand what I need to do. You can rest now, I'll get started."

Hua Mengjie gracefully invited Chen Xuan to sit in the living room, and then quickly began her work.

The second requirement of Chen Xuan's contract was cleanliness, which meant that household chores had to be done manually and could not be done with magic, especially the floor, which had to be wiped by hand with a towel every day.

"Tsk, Mengjie, I'm a little thirsty."

"Sir, here's some coffee for you." Hua Mengjie said, bringing Chen Xuan a cup of fragrant coffee.

Although she didn't know what it was, she simply made it for Chen Xuan since he wanted to drink it.

"Hmm! Good, good, good!" Chen Xuan looked at Hua Mengjie with great satisfaction.

"You're very likable! I'm very pleased."

"Thank you, thank you for the compliment, sir!" Hua Mengjie smiled sweetly and turned to get back to work.

So Chen Xuan's emotional value is so easy to give; I just need to be more diligent in the future...

She had already begun to imagine herself receiving peach blossoms every day, then giving them to Li Qingfeng, who would praise her.

Although she was happy with Chen Xuan's praise, she knew that Chen Xuan was definitely far inferior to Brother Qingfeng!

As she thought about it, Hua Mengjie felt confident and quickly started tidying up the room. In less than two hours, she had cleaned up the messy room of "single man" Chen Xuan.

"Come, Mengjie, you must be tired. Come sit here and take a look at the secrets of the cultivation world that I've recently collected."

"Ok!"

Hua Mengjie sat down on the sofa next to Chen Xuan, chatting with him while looking at the secrets he was reading.

……

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye. Hua Mengjie has become familiar with her work and has gone from being worried and fearful at the beginning to taking it all in stride now. A huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

Although it's a little embarrassing to call him "sir," he's actually a very nice person, with great manners and a gentle nature.

Although he sometimes tries to outwit others verbally, he's actually very rule-abiding. Sometimes, when he's in a good mood, he'll reward himself with different kinds of drinks.

At the same time, she had gotten used to calling Chen Xuan "Master" (zr).

"Sigh! I never thought that Sister Lin Rou could marry a man as rich and refined as him. What a blessing! I wonder when I can be with Brother Qingfeng..." Hua Mengjie thought to herself.

"Get out of here! Look at all the nonsense I'm thinking. Building a good relationship with Chen Xuan is the most important thing!"

Of course, Hua Mengjie is familiar with Chen Xuan, so Chen Xuan is naturally familiar with Hua Mengjie as well, which is very important.

Meanwhile, during these three months, Hua Mengjie's intellectual impairment increased by another 10%, reaching a terrifying 40%.

(The "IQ-reducing halo" doesn't reduce intelligence; it just makes people mindless—well, it's something like that... but you get the idea!)

"Mengjie, this is your salary for this month. Keep it safe." Chen Xuan handed her a purple peach blossom.

"Ah? Sir, but I've already borrowed one life-giving peach blossom in advance, this is... too much!"

"Oh, it's alright. That peach blossom of life... consider it a bonus. You've done such a good job, it's only right to reward you," Chen Xuan said casually.

Just kidding. These peach blossoms are as plentiful in his hands as spiritual energy. As long as there is spiritual energy, he can make them. He doesn't care about a hundred or two hundred. He doesn't care about two or even one peach blossom.

However, this is a considerable sum for Hua Mengjie, whose intelligence has been diminished.

"Thank you, sir!"

This time, however, Chen Xuan didn't use the polite words he usually did. Instead, he spoke in a warm and friendly tone, like a host:

"No need to thank me, you're very good. This is what you deserve. From now on, you must cherish the relationship between me and your master, know your place, and learn to serve on your knees."

"Huh???!" Hua Mengjie was both shocked and angry, but then she realized that she had done nothing in the past month and had received a lot of benefits from Chen Xuan, so she lowered her head.

"Yes, Master!!" She understood the meaning behind Chen Xuan's words, but although she felt a little humiliated, she had no choice but to agree for the sake of her Qingfeng brother.

"Anyway... you're just saying it, I... I'll put up with you for a while longer!" she comforted herself.

"Today, I've ordered some new clothes for you. You don't need to wear those old, worn-out clothes anymore."

"Huh? My clothes are tattered?!"

Hua Mengjie looked at her clothes full of treasures with disbelief and asked Chen Xuan in a daze.

"How could you forget the first clause of the contract after only three months?! I made these clothes for you, naturally for your own good!" Chen Xuan pretended to be angry.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir!"

"Okay, go try it now. The stuff is right here, take it." Chen Xuan said, handing a large bag to Hua Mengjie.

"Yes!"

Hua Mengjie took a large bag of clothes to her room, opened it, and immediately blushed.

"How...how could this be! The clothes are beautiful...but they're just too...sensual! The materials are indeed top-quality, but...how can anyone wear this?!"

“But if I don’t do this, it will be difficult for Brother Qingfeng to break through his cultivation level…” Hua Mengjie stared at the clothes in front of her, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Finally, Hua Mengjie gently pushed open the antique wardrobe door and selected an exquisite Chinese maid outfit.

She carefully dressed herself, the thin silk clothes clinging to her body like a second skin.

Her voluptuous figure appeared even more towering and upright under her clothes, seemingly about to burst forth, while also exuding a unique charm.

The delicate silk fabric shimmered softly in the light, perfectly highlighting her graceful curves and captivating all who beheld her.