[{"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-24":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},2340477,4575,"Chapter 24: What Bad Intentions Could a Fox Possibly Have? (Please Collect and Like)","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-24",24,"\u003Cp>“Xiao’an, forgive me, okay? Later, we’ll go to the delivery station and get some good snacks—your never-seen-before sister MoMo bought you lots of treats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing, full of remorse, brought out tissues from inside the house to wipe Foxie clean, offered a sincere apology, and deployed the double-bribery tactic to appease the fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little fox grumbled under its breath but, in its magnanimity, reluctantly forgave the clumsy caretaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, could An Sheng really use beeswax to get back at Qing for her mischief?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief commotion, Yu Xueqing’s entire family was ready to depart, and An Sheng saw Old Chen and understood what this so-called “never had a proper meal” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen said that to show gratitude, Yu Zhenghong had treated him to drinks and barbecue yesterday, so today he specially invited Yu Xueqing’s family to morning tea to sober up—a reciprocal gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When An Sheng heard where they were going for morning tea, his face immediately twisted into a peculiar expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight o’clock, Changle Street, morning tea?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don’t go there just for morning tea—you’re a criminal returning to the crime scene to relive the act and savor the crowd’s awed murmurs about the details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng didn’t even bother pointing out Old Chen’s little perverted psychology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen drove his Fengtai XIAOKANG, carrying his wife, Yu Xueqing, Chen Peipei, and An Sheng toward the city center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong drove his own pickup truck alone; though he’d spent last night drinking and boasting, he hadn’t forgotten to teach Yu Xueqing livestreaming tips and later set up the lighting for her livestream room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All necessary instructions had been given; Yu Zhenghong still needed to return to Jiule City to run his shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, the livestream sales business would temporarily be handed over to Yu Xueqing, while Yu Zhenghong took full responsibility for patrolling the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six Blessings Tea House on Changle Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reception supervisor, dressed in a black business suit, held a bamboo basket and shouted the greeting—but when she saw the fox in Yu Xueqing’s arms, she smiled and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, miss, for the comfort of other guests, our tea house has a rule: pets cannot dine in the main hall. May I arrange a private room for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know how pets are—Samoyeds shed so much fur, it might…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a fox!” Yu Xueqing immediately corrected the reception supervisor, displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fox?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reception supervisor paused, took two steps aside, and saw An Sheng’s snout and large pointed ears—her face lit up with sudden realization. “If it’s Lord Fuli, then yes—Alan, prepare a corner table for Lord Fuli, and bring him a baby chair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary pets were not allowed; their fur would scatter in the main hall. If it landed on the carpet, fine—but if it fell into a customer’s bowl, the tea house couldn’t bear the liability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Offering a private room to pet owners was already the tea house’s maximum concession, all for the sake of the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you brought a white fox? The floor supervisor would immediately set up a brand-new table—right by the curved floor-to-ceiling window facing the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Fuli, Lord Fuli—you call him “Lord.” How could you treat him like an ordinary pet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white Fuli? That’s Lord Fuxian!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white fuli. That’s Master Fuxian!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing, holding the fox, looked at the bustling reception supervisor with a puzzled expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t understand what had happened—she’d simply wanted the supervisor to see the beautiful fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samoyeds were cute, sure—but compared to her own Xiao’an, they were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why were they setting up a special table now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's clearly misunderstood something,\" Old Chen reluctantly explained, \"the curved floor-to-ceiling window at Six Blessings Tea House overlooks the entire Changle Street; that spot is normally reserved—not for guests, but for Mazu and other ancestral spirits during processions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The reception supervisor just now clearly mistook your fox for your family’s invited Fuxian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Fuli, once blessed, becomes an immortal—his treatment cannot be compared to that of an ordinary pet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Businesspeople may not believe in these things, but they dare not openly show disrespect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong looked at An Sheng, eyes brightening: “Didn’t know your fox has this use! So if we want morning tea on holidays, we won’t even need to line up early anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re dead,” Chen Peipei shot her husband a scathing look and jabbed him with a sharp elbow, cutting off his absurd remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Led by the reception supervisor, everyone sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fox, who should have been crouching under the table, was now given a custom baby chair by the tea house—he sat inside, slightly higher than the tabletop, looking down upon all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fox, which should have been crouching under the table, had also been given a specially made infant chair from the teahouse; after sitting in it, he was slightly taller than the tabletop, looking down upon all the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng sat in the baby chair, letting out a faint, resigned little whimper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d occasionally seen such custom baby chairs in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Jiule City, such chairs usually held clay or wooden statues of deities, or ancestral tablets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commonly seen when a child got into Tsinghua or Peking University—the family would bring out the ancestral tablet, take it to a hotel, watch their child’s arrival, then feast together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng never imagined he’d one day be sitting on one himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng never imagined he would one day be sitting here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though there’d been a slight hiccup upon seating due to An Sheng, overall, things went well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting before the curved glass window, they had a clear view of the Peak Consulting Company’s storefront—far clearer than peering through a small window in a private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ordered, and the time crept toward half past eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking their seats and placing orders, the time gradually reached half past eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng seemed to hear something; a sly grin spread across his face, and his little ears perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he heard cursing and a door being kicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh—fuck! Who the hell dripped glue into my shop’s lock?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh—fuck! Who the hell glued shit in my lock?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Feng arrived in his newly bought Porsche, face relaxed, ready to open for business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he inserted the key into the roller shutter, it hit something hard—he froze, a bad feeling creeping into his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be… someone had dripped glue inside his shop’s roller shutter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Feng recognized that sensation well—his consulting company had a service: charging clients to sabotage competitors’ morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things like painting walls? Too crude—purely a detention-level offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They usually glued locks, killed competitors’ fortune trees, or removed the bones from their feng shui fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or turned the feng shui fish into raw fish salad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At critical moments, people hired Gao Feng’s company to sabotage rivals—causing chaos behind the scenes, disrupting business negotiations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Feng knew these tricks inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing what had happened, his face darkened; he kicked the roller shutter hard and roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll fuck your mom! Don’t think I won’t see your faces on the security cameras!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll make you regret this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Feng stood there, panting heavily, staring at the roller shutter as if he could already picture the mess inside—chaotic, but not serious enough for the Public Security Bureau to even bother with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calling a locksmith, he immediately phoned his staff: “Come in now—our company’s exploded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calling the locksmith, Gao Feng immediately phoned his staff to come in immediately—his company had exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1261,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6be5d85f4f7ebe22f26aff65e8bba29ec552d17be451e32c1f2f8962c25c963b","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-25","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-23",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]