Chapter 126: Mature and Steady

“You’ve got to be kidding! Are you here to hit on girls, or did you travel thousands of miles just to flirt with a fox? You gave girls flowers—pathetic clichés—but you brought me a freshly warmed Nine Dragon Bodyguard Pill!”

“What the hell kind of eight-link rabies vaccine is this? Who the fuck gives nine shots in one go?”

Seeing Yin Pengfei himself, the little fox blinked in stunned silence, then launched into a furious tirade—the flashy bastard had treated her like a dating prop.

“Master, master~ A two-legged fox is trying to kill a fox! A big two-legged fox is about to kill a little four-legged fox! Hurry! Master, hold me tight!”

As the little fox screamed curses, Yu Xueqing’s ears twitched slightly, and her internal machine translation began to churn.

“.”

Yu Xueqing gave Yin Pengfei a strange look—his tailored suit, the bouquet in his hand, the sea of flowers behind him—and muttered quietly to Qiu Lingling: “This guy is so flashy.”

Qiu Lingling forced her face into a neutral expression, eyes straight ahead, lips barely moving as she whispered: “Aqing, I think your earlier description was wrong—this guy doesn’t even belong in the category of a suitor.”

“He’s not a suitor—he’s a lickspittle. If Mo Mo so much as extends a foot toward him, he’d drop to one knee and kiss it.”

Yin Pengfei wasn’t bad-looking; sure, wearing a sharp suit in 37-degree heat screamed insurance salesman or real estate agent, but his grand gestures made it clear he wasn’t short on cash.

Still, every inch of him radiated flashiness, making Yu Xueqing and Qiu Lingling can't help but complain.

“Hmm.”

When Mo Yiqing saw Yin Pengfei approach, she glanced at him once, neither taking the flowers nor the vaccine, merely giving a slight nod in greeting before turning and walking straight into the Golden Bay Hotel.

“Qingqing, wait for me—”

Seeing Mo Yiqing turn away, Yin Pengfei showed no surprise; he casually tossed the bouquet back into the sea of flowers and hurried after her.

Yu Xueqing and Qiu Lingling exchanged strange glances—every move Yin Pengfei made left them baffled.

Setting up a sea of flowers at the hotel entrance, lighting candles.

They’d assumed this flashy bastard would stage a moral Bangjia —publicly confessing to Mo Yiqing, hiring extras to cheer and pressure her into accepting.

But who could’ve predicted he’d just toss the roses aside and chase after her clutching the vaccine box?

In truth, every action Yu Xueqing and Qiu Lingling couldn’t anticipate or understand was pure experience for Yin Pengfei.

Setting up romantic confession scenes, hiring crowd actors, trying to force the heroine into a public declaration, moral blackmail.

Yin Pengfei had tried this before—only to receive Mo Yiqing’s arms crossed, her expression blank as she said calmly:

“Are you an idiot? Forget that I already have a boyfriend—public confession belongs to couples who’ve already confirmed their relationship, or to marriage proposals. What the hell are you asking for?”

“You feel like a hammer begging to be hammered. You’re itching for a scolding.”

Even the hired extras, upon seeing Mo Yiqing appear, stared at Yin Pengfei with unmistakable weirdness.

Of course, they were paid summer interns—they didn’t laugh outright, but just stared silently at the flushed, embarrassed Yin Pengfei.

As for why—

He’d thrown away the bouquet—that too was experience.

Holding ninety-nine roses might seem sincere, but Mo Yiqing never accepted roses from any non-boyfriend male—ninety-nine beautifully wrapped roses were heavy as hell to carry.

Since she’d never take them anyway, the sentiment was conveyed—better to toss them.

Facing Mo Yiqing like a Mount Everest, Yin Pengfei was prepared for a long war.

She wasn’t married yet, was she?

Besides, even if she married, she could always divorce.

First marriage, second, third—what did it matter? Mo Yiqing would still be Mo Yiqing.

Besides, married women had more charm—radiating elegance and refinement, with impeccable personal taste.

“Mmmmm—”

As they passed the sea of flowers, the little fox poked her head out of Yu Xueqing’s arms, opened her mouth, plucked a rose from the blooms, turned, and pressed her nose against Yu Xueqing’s cheek.

Yu Xueqing froze, then burst into laughter, stroking the little fox holding the rose in her mouth.

“Mmm! Xiao’an is so thoughtful—I’ll take this home and put it in a vase as decoration.”

Beside her, Qiu Lingling’s pupils widened in shock.

Holy shit! No wonder this clever fox—she even knows how to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, maxing out emotional value!

She instinctively glanced around, wanting to pin down Bai’s head and make him learn.

But after scanning the area, she suddenly remembered—she hadn’t brought Bai along.

………………

Back in their hotel suite, Yin Pengfei was, predictably, shut out at the door.

The three had just returned from the beach; though they’d rinsed off with mineral water on shore, they’d definitely need a proper shower now.

“Looks just like a giant rat!”

Qiu Lingling had also witnessed the little fox’s dramatic shrinkage after getting wet, and couldn’t help muttering.

The little fox rolled her eyes, slapped the water’s surface with her paw, drenching Qiu Lingling.

Clear water splashed onto Qiu Lingling’s white clothes, soaking through to reveal a pink undergarment.

“Fufu… I’m enjoying this too!”

The little fox stretched out on her back, luxuriating in her caretaker’s massage, her whole body coated in foam from the dog-specific shampoo.

“Aibiao! Pour all 11 wish points into physique!”

As her paws were kneaded, the little fox let out soft moans—but felt something was missing. Her fox face broke into a smug grin as she tapped the wish list and dumped all wish points.

【Physique: 44 → Physique: 55】

As the 11 wish points flooded in, the little fox let out a blissful moan.

She collapsed, sinking into the disposable bathtub liner.

“???”

Yu Xueqing froze, alarmed, and quickly fished the sinking fox out:

“Xiao’an, what’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve?”

“Fufu’s done for.”

The fox, pulled out by Yu Xueqing, was limp, eyes half-lidded, radiating pure contentment and laziness as she sighed deeply:

“Aqing… my butt and ears are itchy—can you scratch them for me?”

“Master, master~ Fufu’s been soaking too long, her paws are weak, her head feels waterlogged—and now it’s itchy!”

Yu Xueqing immediately told Qiu Lingling to grab the cotton swabs beside the washbasin and clean the fox’s ears.

Fufu was the last to bathe.

After their baths, the three and the fox prepared to eat.

Coming to the beach meant eating, drinking, and having fun.

But—

The suite door opened to reveal Yin Pengfei standing there in a sharp suit, smiling like a TV Western gentleman.

Mo Yiqing’s face darkened. She turned to Yu Xueqing and Qiu Lingling:

“Clearly an insurance salesman! Let’s go—don’t talk to him, don’t even look—he’ll latch on.”

(End of chapter)