[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent":3,"chapter-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fox Has No Malicious Intent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2340465,4575,"Chapter 12: Are You Bullied by a Honest Fox? (Request Monthly Tickets, Request Follow)","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>“Mmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng saw Yu Xueqing’s wish in his mind and froze, sinking into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basic condition for fulfilling a wish was family happiness; An Sheng knew Yu Xueqing’s father had a habit of worshipping deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Yu Xueqing’s father, keeping a fox at home was clearly a taboo act, defying heaven itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Xiabei District, there were legends that red foxes were the spiritual foxes of Hu San Tai Nai, holding special status; in the Daoist traditions of Xiadong District, tales of white fox immortals abounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foxes were sentient beings, spirits of nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping a fox was like inviting a deity into the home—no ordinary person, and certainly not someone with insufficient innate fortune, should ever attempt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing’s father would never, under any circumstances, allow his daughter to keep a fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Yu Xueqing’s father saw An Sheng, the inevitable outcome would be him ignoring An Sheng’s wishes and, like driving away a god with gongs and drums, returning him to the wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—I’ve left the mountains twice already. You really think you’re going to give me the Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding the difficulty in fulfilling Yu Xueqing’s wish, An Sheng finally realized why the parentheses of the wish condition contained a “ghost fire” ending option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Yu Xueqing’s father was, to his current self, truly an old bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the fate of an old bastard? Naturally, a ghost fire youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I struggled out of the forest, begged for food with cuteness, and now you want to send me back to the mountains after I’ve tasted a standalone villa?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wouldn’t even touch the state-protected zoo’s slop or dormitory bunk beds—now you want me to gnaw on porcupines?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmmmm—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing the truth, An Sheng couldn’t help cursing the old bastard: “I eat two taels of rice a day—why go through all this trouble to dump me back in the hills?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try sending me up the mountain—I’ll come back tomorrow pushing a water-cooled Maxim with wheels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao An!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing snapped back to reality, looked at the fox peering out from the windowsill, and her face turned serious: “The situation ahead is extremely grim. My dad’s bringing the pressure cooker—he says he’s going to give you a bath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing activated her animal empathy to its full extent, trying to make Xiao An understand just how terrifying a pressure cooker was to small creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yu Xueqing’s empathy activated, sudden scenes flashed into An Sheng’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ancestral home at night, a middle-aged man with indistinct features, bare-chested and wrapped in a butcher’s apron, grinned happily as he held a pressure cooker full of hot water and said to An Sheng:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, who’s this lovely little cutie? Want to come wash up in Uncle’s pot? My pressure cooker’s never had a bad review since it debuted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stood dumbfounded, the sudden vision nearly shriveling his cerebellum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did these images come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng swore on his bell—he’d never, under any circumstance, conjure up any male image in his mind, let alone a middle-aged man in a naked apron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone showed up and invited him to bathe in their pressure cooker,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng guaranteed that besides mewling, a fox could also produce sounds like “The Great Chu shall rise, Chen Sheng shall be king!” or “Are kings and generals born of noble blood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, these images in his mind might be coming from Ah Qing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stared at Yu Xueqing, bewildered: “Mmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sis, why do I feel like someone just poured alkali straight into my brain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master~ I’m scared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao An, don’t be afraid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing gritted her teeth, her expression hardening as she declared: “Hide well later—if Dad finds out I’m keeping a fox, I’ll cry so loud you’ll hear me across the street!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was famous as a baby crybaby—I once cried for three hours straight, eyes swollen shut!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmmmm—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng first blinked with a black line across his forehead, then suddenly felt moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Qing’s defiance of her father for his sake—wasn’t this like promising to marry him without a dowry, ready to run away together?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng was almost moved to tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, marriage meant starting with fifty thousand, then adding three jin of gold, a car, a house, and a maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, An Sheng had wondered: what was “three jin”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said: pure gold, nine-nine-nine fineness, weighing three jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing temporarily placed the fox on the fourth floor, set out food and water,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then hurried downstairs to tidy up all fox-related items, afraid her father might spot something when he arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Yu Xueqing waited anxiously for fate’s judgment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng sneaked to the second floor, slid down the drainpipe, and slipped into the alley beside the neighbor’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Qing, rest easy—I, An, am no heartless, ungrateful man. I won’t make you suffer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long has Qingdu been gone? Still clinging to superstition? If Old Bastard doesn’t respectfully offer me up on the table, I’ll shave my head and sleep in the zoo’s dorm tomorrow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s fox face twisted in disdain—if only he could transform, he’d borrow a ghost fire right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng flicked his tail, leapt over the wall into Fu’s yard, rummaged through a pile of old farm tools, and found a bottle of Maotai nearly fifteen years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brushed off the dust on the gift box, grabbed it in his mouth, and headed toward Lin Ying’s house, ready to deploy high-intensity social maneuvering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after An Sheng left, an old Tianfu pickup truck pulled up in front of Yu Xueqing’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Qing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out stepped a middle-aged woman with a half-short side-swept fringe, smiling warmly as she greeted Yu Xueqing waiting at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though over forty, her face, lightly powdered, showed no trace of age—she looked like a woman of twenty-eight or twenty-nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing called out and hurried forward to take her mother’s basket, helping carry the groceries inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Qing, I remember you said yesterday the lock on the old house door was broken, right? I brought the toolbox today just for that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing’s father stepped out from the driver’s seat—his face was average-looking but kind, always smiling, his skin slightly tanned, clearly a man who worked hard under the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how strong a dark-skinned athlete, time was a butcher’s knife—Yu Xueqing’s father clearly hadn’t cared much about managing his belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, save that for later! Look at the time—it’s almost noon. Let’s cook and eat first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing’s mother shot her husband a look and pulled Yu Xueqing inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nearly twelve—delay cooking any longer and they wouldn’t have dinner until two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For today’s family meal, she’d bought tons of ingredients, even things for tonight’s barbecue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, you don’t understand. Do you think the countryside is like the city, with cameras everywhere?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you even know what safety means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing’s father muttered under his breath but dared not openly argue with his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the mother and daughter enter the house, Yu Zhenghong, Yu Xueqing’s father, went to the front door and fiddled with the lock for a long while, then called inside in confusion: “Ah Qing, what’s wrong with the lock? I checked it inside and out—it’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? It’s the lock core! After unlocking, it doesn’t spring back—you have to push it manually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing, in slippers, ran out and explained the lock’s malfunction to her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after they fiddled with the lock for a long time, the latch returned smoothly as silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was absolutely no sticking or failure to reset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing frowned, tapped the lock, trying to recreate the fault—but the latch still slid open and shut like silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier jamming was completely gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1309,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e015d67fd557e9823785d748b771959d2e054c8e76a17fb778a9d98d5e9011e1","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-13","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-11",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]