Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"My dad? I didn't kick him into a ditch! I meant Dad said he was coming to pick you up."

"But when I thought about it, it's been a long time since I last saw Grandpa, so I stole Dad's car keys to come visit him."

Ah Qing scratched her head, raised her voice slightly, and looked at Grandpa to explain everything clearly.

"Oh, oh, oh... Your dad is coming to pick me up. Sigh, they're worrying for nothing. Grandpa is not a child; he knows how to take the bus and swipe the pass for seniors..."

Chen Yang sighed and raised his withered hand, rubbing his tired-looking face, and told Ah Qing his plan to save them the trouble.

"No way! Grandpa, your body can't handle the rigors of the bus."

"When I take the bus in the morning, I'm either getting burned by a neighbor passenger's breakfast or getting squeezed until my feet leave the ground, not knowing what gravity is...." Ah Qing showed a serious face, telling Grandpa about the horrors of the bus.

Public buses are no less than dragon's lairs or tiger's dens; Grandpa's frail body couldn't endure such hardships.

"Xiaolan, come quickly and say an early New Year greeting to Grandpa." After chatting with Grandpa for a bit, Ah Qing seemed to remember something, returned to the car, and brought down the little fox and the visiting gifts.

Ah Qing placed the little fox in front of Grandpa, then carried the large bags into the storage room.

"......"

Squatting on the ground, Ansheng gave a weird look at the elder sitting in the wheelchair, who seemed paralyzed.

"A fox? Oh, foxes are good! How lucky....." Chen Yang muttered to himself, then closed his eyes as if dozing off, his head nodding.

"...This Old Deng, there's something off about him." Ansheng retracted his gaze and thought secretly to himself.

Ah Qing's grandfather was gaunt, with a square face, speckled hair, and some wrinkles on his cheeks.

Judging from both appearance and spirit, Ah Qing's grandfather seemed like an old man in his twilight years.

But in Ansheng's eyes, Ah Qing's grandfather appeared quite differently in spirit.

His entire body was brimming with [activity], his physique was like that of a middle-aged man in his thirties, extremely healthy, nothing at all like an elderly man.

With such bodily vitality, even if you took him to eat, drink, and have fun all day, and poured down two pounds of alcohol at night, he'd probably still loudly say: Let's go, second half to the bar until five, and breakfast's on me at M's!

Ah Qing's grandfather was very healthy, without disabilities, and certainly no such thing as burst blood vessels or deafness.

"Ah Qing, can I kick your grandpa?" Ansheng looked towards the direction of the storage room and mumbled: "He seems to be pretending to be dead, but I can't prove it to you."

"???"

Sorting through the storage room, Ah Qing poked her head out of the room and shot a series of question marks at Ansheng.

"Just come over here for a moment..." Ah Qing whispered, looked at the little fox and waved as if puzzled, then picked up Huhu and asked: "Are you saying... Grandpa is pretending to be dead?"

While speaking, Ah Qing closed the door, trying to keep the noise from spreading outside.

"I can sense it. Your grandpa's body is stronger and more robust than Old Deng..."

Ansheng nodded confidently and said: "I feel your grandpa is dozing not due to a lack of energy but because he was out all night having fun, and now he's making up for it."

Master Fuli, whose physique has been optimized, although he has always repressed his features to prevent affecting surroundings.

But the evolved physique wasn't just an advancement in strength and stamina, it was a miracle of life.

Master Fuli gained super-sensing abilities. Those invisible magnetic fields, electric fields, sound waves, or pheromones could all be perceived and "seen."

Thus, Ansheng needed just a glance to determine the health of Ah Qing's grandpa.

"Uh... Although I believe what you're saying." Ah Qing looked conflicted: "You can't kick Grandpa!"

Ah Qing believed in the little fox's abilities, as the name of Advisor Fuli echoed in the Security Bureau.

But kicking Grandpa was surely unnecessary, right?

Knowing that Grandpa is healthy and well, Ah Qing felt that's good enough, no need to kick him.

"Aren't you curious why Grandpa is so healthy and strong yet pretends like this?" Ansheng asked, puzzled.

"Uh... what you said, I have a bit of a guess..."

Ah Qing scratched her head, hugged Huhu, turned, and pulled open the drawer of an old wooden cabinet in the storage room.

The old wooden drawer opened, making a wood-on-wood friction noise, revealing a glass moisture-proof box taking up the whole large drawer and the items inside it.

The most striking item at first glance was an old Mauser pistol.

Even though the pistol was old, and its muzzle area filled with cooled metal liquid binding its internal structure, without a doubt, it was indeed a real Mauser pistol.

Apart from the gun, there was also a palm-sized [military academy graduation certificate], a stack of [merit certificates], and [honor certificates].

"Your grandpa... This is a bit ridiculous." Ansheng was taken aback when he saw the things in the drawer.

"When Grandpa retired, his position was quite high, and Chen Family Village was renamed to Chenyang Village after him, and even the family registry was a separate book in the ancestral temple."

Ah Qing glanced at the drawer, then said after thinking: "I guess Grandpa might have been scared by something?"

"When Boss Cai was arrested, the villagers pushed Grandpa to the village entrance, blocking the Security Bureau's vehicle and bringing out a big leader..."

Ah Qing recounted past events to the little fox, feeling it might relate to that situation.

No matter how skilled Grandpa was, moving like a dragon, he couldn't escape being shoved by the villagers.

Forcibly making a little old man a talisman against evil at the village entrance.

"...Your grandpa, quite a renowned name." Ansheng with black lines all over his face looked at Ah Qing and teased.

Goodness, this isn't just an old man at home, Ah Qing's grandpa is clearly the village's heirloom treasure.

He had status, seniority, and lineage. When encountering trouble, the village just pushed the old man ahead, who dared to come?

Who knows what connections he hid; maybe a single phone call could reach the higher-ups.

"So let's refrain from kicking Grandpa..."

Ah Qing closed the drawer, shook her head, and didn't want to delve into whether Grandpa had a leg problem.

In village issues, even if you don't want to involve yourself, there's no avoiding some matters.

Comparing Grandpa's side in Chenyang Village, Ah Qing still preferred Changxi Town.

Old Chen as a leader was fair, and naturally, there wasn't any foolish nonsense in the village.

"Alright!"

Ansheng shrugged, understanding the reasons, and naturally had no intentions of probing further.

He initially thought Ah Qing's grandpa was hiding secrets here sneakily, but now it seems... Granddad was just avoiding obligations.

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