Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"What did this waving flower hand come up with..." Ansheng wore a peculiar expression, glancing at Chen Nian, who was fussing around, pouring tea with a look only one degree less dog-like.

Ansheng dared not speculate what kind of good acts Chen Nian could come up with.

After all... one of the reasons this guy was hunted down was because he was holding a "Thoughts and Morals," recruiting gang members on Amelly Street, and got targeted by the FBI.

The FBI was stunned, thinking the remnants of the Black Panther faction had rekindled, hastily calling in reinforcements to eliminate him.

Now that Chen Nian's Wish Power +6, Ansheng believed if he took a red book to preach.

Chen Nian didn't read much, but his sense of right and wrong was extremely simple and clear; he said no to unreasonable requests, even stubbornly resisting until the end.

He even faced suspension from school, yet defiantly barely acknowledging any wrongdoing.

Ansheng contemplated Chen Nian, pondering when this stubborn donkey figured things out.

Lawyer Old Lei watched Chen Nian's back, shivering slightly and swallowing secretly, murmuring in his heart:

"Chen, we're going to make money, don't lead us into peril again! That way, we can't earn anything..."

"Old man, did you drug the tea?" Melif did not care about the elders, smacked her lips, and scratched her slightly sweaty and hot back, questioning Old Chen, who prepared the tea.

I fear the tea was laced with aphrodisiacs.

Two cups down, and feeling all fired up.

"Nonsense! My tea is more expensive than aphrodisiacs!" Old Chen rolled his eyes, grabbed the doomed foreigner, explaining in detail the science and mysticism of [tea energy], [sun water], and the penetration and dissolution strength of water molecules.

"Eek—"

Seeing Old Chen's hair stand on end from anger, Ansheng chirped mischievously with laughter.

...

Sat at Old Chen's place until past one o'clock, Chen Nian specially prepared a feast to thank Master Fuli and Sister Lin, with chicken personally stolen by him.

Not that he couldn't afford it, but he felt the chicken offered to Master Fuli must have a stolen aura to be authentic.

Where in the world do you see foxes paying for chickens?

Of course, Chen Nian was responsible for stealing, while Melif stuffed money onto people's window sills.

Since all are relatives in the village, Chen Nian only wanted the live chicken to have an authentic stolen sensation, not intending to be punished by kneeling at the ancestral hall.

After enjoying Chen Nian's hosted feast, Ansheng bathed at Lin Ying's place and returned home at 3 AM.

"Eek~"

Ansheng washed his feet, climbed into bed, put the SUV's car key on the bedside table, slipped under the covers, and snuggled into Ah Qing's arms, gradually falling into dreamland.

The next morning.

While Ansheng was still sound asleep, suddenly there was a thunderous roar from Old Deng outside.

"!?"

Ansheng abruptly sat up in bed, bewilderedly glanced around Ah Qing's bedroom.

"Not early in the morning disrupting a fox's dream!" Ansheng glimpsed at the bedside table clock, saw it was 7:46, and scowlingly grunted out the window.

"Xiaolan, come quickly...."

Ah Qing peeked her head into the bedroom from outside, full of mystery, saying:

"I secretly drove the car back, then, while Dad went to buy breakfast, took his parking spot."

"Let's give Dad a surprise!" Ah Qing, looking sheepish, revealed to the little fox this morning's sneaky masterpiece.

While Yu Zhenghong drove the spicy fish head car out to buy breakfast and groceries, Ah Qing moved the SUV, Ansheng left at Lin Ying's door last night, right in front of their home.

Conveniently taking the spicy fish head's parking spot.

Now, Old Deng was still cursing.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing Ah Qing's "surprise," Ansheng's little fox face instantly refreshed.

Especially listening to Old Deng swearing outside, who had such a lack of civic sense, not knowing the village road was narrow?

Parked by my door, where should my family's car go?

"Although you don't want Dad to know you can speak, the car was gifted by you, later I'll make sure Dad thanks you..."

Ah Qing lifted the little fox high, spun around with a bright smile, vigorously rubbed the little fox's belly.

"It's okay...." Ansheng nonchalantly waved it off, perched on Ah Qing's shoulder, completing the fusion.

Old Deng might be grumpy, but not overly so, gifting him something around New Year for some joy isn't bad.

"Darn it...."

Ah Qing took the little fox out, seeing Yu Zhenghong standing at the door all red-faced and already started swearing.

A black pickup grandly blocked the hilltop entrance of the old house, preventing the spicy fish head electric car that headed out earlier in the morning from returning home.

"Uh....."

Ah Qing shrank her neck, awkwardly looked at the little fox on her shoulder.

"Eek~"

Ansheng chuckled, gestured for Ah Qing to give Old Deng the key.

Old Deng's "darn it" was quite meaningful.

In the future, it might very well result in giving Ah Qing a brother or sister.

"Dad, don't be angry....."

Ah Qing took out the key from her pocket, tugged on Yu Zhenghong's sleeve, intending to hand over the key.

But Yu Zhenghong raised an eyebrow, motioned to Ah Qing waving his hand saying:

"I wouldn't be that petty; I'm actually just acting."

"Though the blockage outside early morning feels a bit awkward and ominous inside, it's not that important."

"We don't live often in the ancestral home here, sometimes you don't speak up, these mischievous kids could dismantle our aluminum windows to sell for snacks."

"This is just right, leaving room to shout a little..." Yu Zhenghong wanted to share survival skills in the village.

Ah Qing slowly raised her hand, placing the key before Yu Zhenghong.

"?"

Yu Zhenghong was stunned, blinking at the Ford logo on the key, turning to the SUV hood with the large emblem.

"Ford Raptor..." Translating the emblem, Yu Zhenghong broke into a cold sweat.

"Damn! Raptor's car key! You..." Wide-eyed, Yu Zhenghong was at a loss for words, looking at Ah Qing.

"Ahahaha..."

Ah Qing chuckled awkwardly, slightly turned to reveal the little fox, saying:

"Dad.....last time you said it was wasteful to buy expensive pickups; Momo got so upset, the little fox took a while to comfort...."

"Momo said, not selling, gifted to the little fox."

Ah Qing, gaze a bit shifty, nervously recited to her dad the rehearsed script she practiced endlessly.

But Yu Zhenghong in high spirits entirely overlooked Ah Qing's changing gaze, completely stunned.

"...Ahem, wasn't I bragging?" said Yu Zhenghong with an awkward expression:

"Over sixty thousand for a pickup, and with a fifteen-year expiration limit, yes your dad was envious, but we don't have billions."

"Now I'll go climb Wuyi Mountain, grab two pounds of mountain owner's top Da Hong Pao tea."

Yu Zhenghong felt all uncomfortable, having bragged before only to be proven wrong.

"Also....."

"Master Fuli is incredible!" With hands together, Yu Zhenghong bowed towards Ansheng, murmuring: "I said recently business slowed, turns out our family Master Fuli was quietly setting the stage."

"Way to go Master Fu!"

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