[{"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-22":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},2340475,4575,"Chapter 22: An Sheng Takes Charge Today—Don","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Is anyone here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no one’s here, I’m gluing everything!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng kicked open the boss’s office door, a weird grin on his face as he walked in holding a plastic bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the boss’s office at Gaofeng Consulting, there was a three-meter solid wood desk, a tea table opposite it, and a display cabinet for teapots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handmade zisha teapots—I like those.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng took out 502 glue from the plastic bag, grinning as he dripped it into the spout of the teapot, then casually glued the lids of the three-part gaiwan tea sets in the office too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When An Sheng entered the boss’s office, he didn’t smash and wreck things like before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he thoughtfully dripped two drops of glue into the spout of every teapot in the display cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The value of zisha teapots lies not only in their craftsmanship but also in their collectibility and practicality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the spout doesn’t pour water smoothly, what practical value is left?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But An Sheng was cunningly cruel—502 glue isn’t permanently staining; you just need to heat the teapot to slowly remove the glue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The value of zisha teapots varies depending on the maker’s reputation and craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any teapot displayed in that cabinet was worth several thousand yuan at least—collectible items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng dripped glue on every zisha teapot, aiming to torment without breaking the law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t Gaofeng Consulting love pulling nasty stunts in Yu Xueqing’s father’s livestream?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t they spend their days hopping around Yu Xueqing’s father’s livestream, causing trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had nothing better to do, An Sheng would give them something to do!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They liked posting color links in the comments and reporting Yu Xueqing’s father’s livestream—so An Sheng sent color links to all their clients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, An Sheng planned to scout the place, then bring a bunch of protected animals into Gaofeng Consulting and get them reported.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he thought again—fines alone wouldn’t fix these bastards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he didn’t need to work for money, he might as well drag this out and see who outlasts whom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right! Don’t forget the door lock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After gluing the teapots, An Sheng ran behind the office computer tower, unplugged the power cord, coated it with a ring of 502 glue, then loosely reinserted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he found the safe storing documents and smeared glue all over the keychain with a smug grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng twisted open the remaining glue and dumped it onto the boss’s breathable seat cushion, eagerly imagining tomorrow when Gaofeng sat down and got stuck to the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his setup, An Sheng flicked his fluffy tail, strutted out in a gangster dance step, and hummed a tune as he left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he exited, An Sheng politely closed the door behind him to prevent thieves from breaking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng returned to Lao Chen’s bike basket and waved at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Chen, smoking with a blank stare, hadn’t noticed his cigarette had burned out, nor had he noticed the fox had come back—he just kept staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when An Sheng spoke did Lao Chen snap out of it, smiling bitterly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lucky fox, Master! Please be careful in there—they might call the police!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng shrugged, waving his hand: “Ying ying ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Police?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow they’ll be scrubbing teapots until their hands give out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wonder if thick Vinda tissues plus glue can clog their toilets all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As An Sheng left, he suddenly remembered the water dispenser in Gaofeng Consulting’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought: maybe get two packs of laxatives, combine them with completely blocked toilets, and deliver a full combo attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hide some steel wool to clog their car exhaust pipes while they’re not looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When An Sheng reached Lin Ying’s house, he bid farewell to Lao Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Chen trudged home, exhausted—he was nearly retired, a middle-aged man who’d cycled from two a.m. to four a.m., barely holding on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d already decided: after getting home, he’d nap a bit, then take his wife to Changle Street for breakfast tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s Changle Street?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Funny enough—it’s right across the intersection from Gaofeng Consulting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Lin? Are you asleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng slipped into Lin Ying’s house and saw the cold, untouched meals still on the island counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed to the master bedroom, ready to drag Lin Ying out for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The props he borrowed from Lin Ying hadn’t been used after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he remembered her kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, he’d look after his neighbors—his and Qing’s future in Kulinan depended on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As An Sheng pushed open the master bedroom door, he caught a faint odd smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the scents, there was a tinge of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Identifying the source, An Sheng’s fur bristled instantly—he sprinted to Lin Ying’s bed and yanked off the blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blanket flew open, the heavy metallic smell of blood filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng panicked, whirling around to see where Lin Ying had cut herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he looked, he saw Lin Ying curled up, her wide eyes—bloodshot but startled—fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng froze, letting out a confused, questioning “ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying looked as pale as ever; even with the AC blasting, beads of cold sweat the size of rice grains covered her forehead, her lips blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as An Sheng pressed his front paws against her thighs to pry open her curled arms, he saw no wounds—yet the blood smell was strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stared silently at Lin Ying, his fox face visibly flushing with embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh right—he’d forgotten women have periods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a few days each month, a bloody scent is normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for someone like Lin Ying, lying around like she’s dying, with no routine at all, cramps are expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s gaze drifted away; he subtly extended his tiny paw, spreading the pads like a blooming plum blossom, then used his toe gaps to lift the blanket back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently re-covered Lin Ying with the blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I don’t want to eat today—I feel like vomiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying, seeing the fox, reluctantly lay back on the pillow, raised her arm to cover her sweat-drenched forehead, and shook her head, her face pale and bluish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, she’d been hungry but too lazy to move or want food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she wasn’t hungry at all—she felt nauseous from the intense pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, sis! Say something! How am I supposed to handle this, a lifelong virgin?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I forgot women have periods—now what the hell am I supposed to do for you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng paced frantically, watching Lin Ying’s face—she looked like she was about to pass out from pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng felt completely paralyzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Periods were a foreign concept to An Sheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! Look it up on Lin Ying’s phone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Tell her boyfriend to make brown sugar water! I’m going to hell—brown sugar water? She’s about to pass out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call an ambulance—I can’t even speak human!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1161,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","952c3bb1604c6abb228a64b37ab2e10bc4ac5991acb090e2a707aa7be4b50922","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-23","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-21",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]