Chapter 14: The Fox

An Sheng stayed inside Lin Ying’s house for a long time.

Under An Sheng’s pleading, rolling on the floor and hugging Lin Ying’s thigh while whimpering incessantly.

Lin Ying, who had long lost interest in life, even too lazy to kill herself and planning to starve to death, looked at the creature throwing a tantrum on the floor and sighed softly, calling the downstairs maids to help.

High-end luxury items aren’t necessarily custom-made, but every accessory is designed for a specific person.

For An Sheng to wear those items, he naturally needed Lin Ying’s help to craft them.

The Patek Philippe moonphase was taken apart.

The solid gold bracelet was straightened with pliers.

The Hermès orange bag was cut up.

Lin Ying, dressed in a nightgown, sat on the dressing room’s armchair, her gaze drifting as if lost in thought, utterly unmoved by the maids dismantling the items.

This scene reminded Lin Ying of when her daughter first started kindergarten, and the teacher assigned a craft project requiring parent-child collaboration.

Back then, in the dressing room, her silly daughter grinned happily, wielding scissors and cutting up her own bag.

And she complained that her mother bought fakes—the bag’s quality was terrible, falling apart with one snip.

Whether it was real or fake didn’t matter to Lin Ying; she just stared, face darkening, as the little monster rummaged through her closet, tossing everything onto the floor.

Recalling those amusing memories, Lin Ying’s lifeless, hollow face stiffened into a smile.

An Sheng stood on all fours atop a glass display cabinet, beaming, as the maids measured him for fittings.

Both Lin Ying and An Sheng wore smiles on their faces over this endeavor.

Yet the three maids’ expressions, while not grotesque, were unmistakably grimacing.

As the household managers, they understood the value of Lin Ying and her husband’s accessories.

Lin Ying, the owner, didn’t care—but as they cut and dismantled, their hearts trembled.

Especially when placing the detached watch band against the white fox’s neck, preparing to sew a pet collar from Hermès orange leather.

They maintained a suffocated expression the entire time—and why?

Because the watch placed on the fox’s neck belonged to Lin Ying’s husband, worth nearly four million on the market.

Four million on a pet’s neck? Anyone seeing it would feel breathless, as if their heart might stop.

But An Sheng didn’t know this—he only thought the blue watch sparkled nicely.

Lin Ying’s wealth was beyond An Sheng’s imagination.

“Ah—what a shame.”

After putting on his new outfit, An Sheng turned to face Lin Ying, still lost in thought, and sighed deeply:

“Honestly, I think we’re a perfect match—you rich, me poor—and we both have long legs. Too bad we can’t speak the same language!”

“In this regard, Yu Xueqing utterly crushed me!”

An Sheng’s boastful words dissolved into a chorus of whimpers echoing through the dressing room.

An Sheng leapt down from the display table and strutted in front of the full-length mirror, admiring his new outfit.

“Cough.”

An Sheng snapped out of his self-admiration, stepped forward on his golden-banded legs, stood upright, and plopped onto Lin Ying’s thigh: “Hey! Stop zoning out—it’s past mealtime.”

“Lend me these for a few days—I’ll return them. Don’t worry! My place is right across the street, and I’ve got a smuggling record with the Security Bureau—I won’t run.”

A series of clear, childlike whimpers, like laughter, roused Lin Ying from her daze.

Lin Ying’s smile faded; she patted the little fox’s head without a word and turned back toward her bedroom.

“Clean up the scraps in the dressing room. Don’t bother with that fox.”

“Yes, Miss Lin.” The maids had been about to block the fox’s exit, but upon hearing Lin Ying’s order, they fell silent, staring at the fox.

They widened their eyes as An Sheng walked from the master’s room down to the first floor.

The fox, as if feeling too clean, deliberately rolled on the ground, leaving faint scratches from the golden bracelets scraping the floor.

“Ssshh.”

The maids winced, watching the fox—let the bracelets scratch, just don’t lose the watch.

Lin Ying didn’t care—but they did.

…………

After leaving Lin Ying’s house, An Sheng rolled on the ground several times, deliberately making himself dirty, preparing to pose as a stray fox.

More precisely, as a fox young master who had accidentally been abandoned by a wealthy family.

I used to be the one you ignored.

Now, how much do I resemble my former self?

Superstition?

Come on, come on—try pushing me away now!

Don’t you see I’m dripping in gold and jewels? Look at my living conditions—how absurd! So tell me, don’t you want that reward from a rich family that doesn’t even exist?

An Sheng would bet his bell that Yu Xueqing’s father would have his eyes pop out upon seeing him.

Superstition means nothing against wealth.

“Ying ying ying—”

An Sheng wore a smug grin, strutting with his fox head tilted so high it nearly touched the sky.

When he reached the alley beside Yu Xueqing’s house and Lai Fu’s home, he let out two slow, deliberate whimpers.

He’d spent hours inside Lin Ying’s house getting dressed, skipping his precious lunch—now his stomach was starving.

An Sheng licked his lips, spotted the windowsill at the alley entrance, and scrambled up.

“!?!”

Inside, Yu Xueqing suddenly heard the clear whimper of Xiao An—her breath hitched, and she frantically scanned the room for the escaped pup.

“Huh? Aren’t all the mushroom rats in the pot? Where’s the rat noise coming from?”

Yu Zhenghong, sprawled on the sofa scrolling through short videos to aid digestion, froze, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room.

“Husband, husband.”

Yu Xueqing’s mother, spotting the source of the childlike laughter, turned and, with a barely noticeable kick to her husband’s foot, gasped:

“Quick, look at the dining table windowsill—I think my eyes are playing tricks on me! There’s a golden fox!”

At her mother’s call, Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing both turned sharply toward the dining table windowsill.

“Ssshh—”

Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing inhaled sharply in unison.

They saw it: a tiny, pure white fox with no blemishes, clinging to the windowsill, its two tiny paws adorned with four gleaming gold bracelets.

On the side of its collar, a dazzling blue watch reflected brilliant light.

Yu Zhenghong didn’t know what the shining object on the collar was, but he recognized gold.

That fox’s paws were wearing gold bracelets!

And the thing wrapped around its waist—he couldn’t forget that pattern. It was fucking Chanel!

He’d just bought it for his wife to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary!

He’d paid for it with blood from his heart—and now he saw it on a stray fox!

Yu Xueqing’s eyes bulged; she had no idea what had happened to Xiao An in just one afternoon.

“Hnnngh!”

An Sheng leapt from the windowsill onto the dining table, smirking at Yu Xueqing’s father, then slowly raised a paw and proudly tapped the food cover.

The way he held his head high, it was as if he were saying: “Feed this great lord some food.”

“Yu Xueqing… where did this thing come from?” Seeing the fox’s utterly unshakable confidence, Yu Zhenghong’s eyelid twitched, voice tinged with tension.

“It’s greeting you. It’s hungry,” Yu Xueqing said, translating, her mouth agape.

An Sheng slowly extended his paw, beaming with pride, and let out a languid whimper:

“Allow me to introduce myself: I am the Grade Two creature who solves the flaws of dogs who won’t cuddle and cats who won’t cling—while combining the noise of dogs and the mischief of kittens.”

“I am the White Albino Red Fox of Jingcheng—”

[Image: Super Unshakably Confident Fox]

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