Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"I must say, Grandpa is really something else; even before retiring, he managed to get hold of a legal firearm."

Seeing Ah Qing closing the drawer, Ansheng looked at her with a bemused expression and expressed his amazement.

"Regarding that, I don't really know. Grandpa doesn't like talking about those things much. Mostly, he talks about his past experiences on the battlefield and the stories he heard from his comrades along the way."

Ah Qing shook her head, not clear about her grandfather's past positions, just knowing that in his youth, he loved nothing more than driving a tank across border lines into enemy territory.

Grandpa only told Ah Qing about the glorious past and the embarrassing stories of his comrades.

"So, kicking Grandpa is absolutely something that should never be done," Ah Qing said, looking at the little fox.

Among the Chen Family grandchildren, Chen Yang liked no one more than Ah Qing.

Ah Qing's robust physique often made Chen Yang envision his younger self. During those turbulent times, Chen Yang was full of unresolved anger and iron fists, relentlessly venting his emotions on the battlefield.

Later on, when conditions improved, he could chase enemy troops with tanks and anti-aircraft guns.

"By the way, what are we eating later?"

After shrugging, Ansheng curiously looked at Ah Qing and asked, "You... can't be cooking instant noodles, right?"

When Ansheng had just entered the room, he had already surveyed the situation.

Although Ah Qing's grandfather's house was tidy, today there was no one but him at home.

Ah Qing's uncle and aunt were evidently at Chen Tianyun's villa, helping with the wedding preparations.

After the wedding date was confirmed, Lin Kui's dad gave a villa to his good son-in-law without hesitation.

In name, Chen Tianyun wasn't taken in as a son-in-law, but in other aspects of treatment, he was getting closer to that status.

"Grandpa has an aunt to take care of him. She might have gone out to buy groceries or something?"

Ah Qing patted the little fox on the head, indicating that she wouldn't be cooking; there was a housekeeper aunt present.

"But, you mentioned Grandpa stayed out all night last night, is that true?"

After introducing Grandpa to the little fox, Ah Qing couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Do you know what Grandpa was up to? Could he have joined a special department like us?"

"How would I know? I haven't even met Grandpa..." Ansheng rolled his eyes and retorted.

"Oh..."

Ah Qing, looking slightly disappointed, opened the door again to see her grandfather in a wheelchair, facing the TV and dozing off. She stepped forward quietly, intending to turn off the TV.

"Oi! Why are you turning off my TV?" Just as the TV turned off, Grandpa opened his eyes and, seemingly baffled, waved his hand, signaling Ah Qing to step aside so he could watch his show.

Ah Qing, utterly perplexed, looked at Grandpa: "..."

"Whew..." Grandpa let out a sound, then lowered his head, closed his eyes, and continued napping.

"Pfft..." Ansheng tried to suppress his laughter, looked at Ah Qing—who professed to be Grandpa's favorite—and whimpered:

"What if... I go give him a little kick?"

"No way, it's Grandpa," Ah Qing adamantly opposed the little fox's suggestion.

When the housekeeper aunt returned with groceries, Ah Qing didn't continue to disturb Grandpa's nap, and she walked around the front of Grandpa's house with Xiaolan, recounting childhood stories.

"Hey! Ah Qing, come to visit Grandpa again?"

A young man dressed in a delivery rider's uniform, riding an electric scooter, spotted Ah Qing on the road and approached to greet her:

"Come on, have a cup of milk tea..."

Upon seeing the visitor, Ah Qing was momentarily surprised, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "Brother Jiaming...What's this?"

"Oh, you mean my outfit? Last month I got sick of getting disgusted by takeout, so I decided to take revenge on society." Cai Jiaming waved nonchalantly.

From the insulated box, he took out a cup of hot milk tea and a McDonald's breakfast bun, tossing them to Ah Qing, saying:

"By the way, Grandpa should still be asleep, right? I specifically packed breakfast for him; I checked the notes, and the breakfast hamburger has no sauce, so Grandpa can enjoy eating it."

"???"

Looking at the hot milk tea and a bagged hamburger with the tea combo, Ah Qing slowly typed out a series of question marks:

"Brother Jiaming... If I'm not mistaken, the address on it shouldn't be from our village, right?"

"Ahh, just eat it! The station fined me money, and I deleted the crowd-sourcing account right on the way back home." Cai Jiaming said dismissively, "Come over for tea when you can; I'm heading home to sleep now."

Cai Jiaming twisted the electric scooter's throttle, and with a swoosh, sped off towards the distant self-built house by the village entrance.

"...It seems the village's feng shui isn't that great either! You bump into troublemakers right as you step out."

Watching Ah Qing's package bag and then looking at the departing Cai Jiaming, Ansheng commented with a strange expression.

"Uh..." Ah Qing was awkwardly uneasy, glancing at the takeaway in her hand.

Because her own takeaway was eaten by someone else, the choice was to join them since she couldn't beat them...

Was his anger really that intense?

"By the way, can Grandpa eat McDonald's?" Ah Qing asked, carrying the takeaway back towards home.

Actually.

Not only can Grandpa eat McDonald's, but he also disliked the accompanying tea bag, opting for the extra-sugary milk tea Ah Qing was holding, lodging the straw in to sip away.

After eating at Grandpa's house until three o'clock, Ah Qing helped Grandpa into the plush fox-themed Raptor, stowing the wheelchair securely in the bed of the truck.

The housekeeper responsible for Grandpa was supposed to travel to the hotel with them in the vehicle.

But she found some excuses, delaying her trip, saying she'd catch up in a cab later.

Ah Qing took the driver's seat, but thanks to Master Fuli's deluxe upgrades, the Raptor auto-started itself, following the GPS route to the hotel by West Lake.

"This thing is really impressive..." Grandpa, sitting in the back seat, expressed his surprise, patting the fox-fur-like soft seating, complimenting Ah Qing:

"Your dad might be a bit of a numbskull, but he's got good taste."

"It is quite comfortable..." Ah Qing chuckled awkwardly, forced to echo Grandpa's praise.

Grandpa had no real grudge against Yu Zhenghong.

It's just that Grandpa complained that Yu Zhenghong didn't understand, bringing gifts instead of bringing his lovely granddaughter, which is better than roast pork or anything else.

Ah Qing attempted to defend her dad, but Grandpa's selective hearing loss kept acting up throughout the journey.

"Ring ring—"

Pretending to drive, Ah Qing heard her phone ringing. She pulled over to the side, tapped the brakes, and answered:

"Hello?"

"Ah Qing, where are you now? The public security bureau has escalated a case to us." Jin Wanlin said on the other end of the line, "A pet dog took advantage of its owner's lack of attention, transferring cash and the RV's ownership from the bank card, and is preparing to run away with the funds."

"We need the city's dog squad to assist..."

"Ah?"

After clarifying Sister Wanlin's words, Ah Qing slowly responded to the phone with a series of question marks.

You're saying a pet dog was secretly hiding in its owner's house and seized the chance to steal the owner's RV and cash?

Does this... even make sense legally?

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