Chapter 249

"Mom and Dad, I've arrived at Mo Mo's place—I'm safe and sound."

As evening approached, Yu Xueqing, who had taken the high-speed train to Mo Yiqing's home, called her family to inform them of her current situation and safety.

"And look—Mo Mo's house is huge! Xiao Bai can run wild here."

As Yu Xueqing rotated her camera, the surrounding scenery came into view for Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei.

Unsurprisingly, Mo Yiqing lived in a villa district, and her family's courtyard layout was strangely elongated.

It looked as if another villa had once stood there but was forcibly removed, leaving only green space—with a sunroom at one edge and a sunken courtyard.

But.

Only when Yu Xueqing walked across the greenery, with a large white Great Pyrenees bounding beside her, did they see the full picture.

Yu Xueqing wasn't on flat ground—she was on a mountain. She was currently on the rooftop of Mo Yiqing's villa, which was built along the slope of the terrain, somewhat like Shancheng.

"." Yu Zhenghong's expression strained. Though he had expected Mo Yiqing's wealth, seeing the villa that rivaled Xia Dong's luxurious self-built home still made him feel overwhelming pressure.

Yu Xueqing said nothing, but in Yu Zhenghong's mind, she seemed to gaze at him with a faint, sorrowful look.

"Yu Xueqing! Yu Xueqing…" An Sheng leaned close to the phone, raising his hand to point at his fox face.

"An has suffered so much! Sleeping on cold benches, inhaling the incense burned by that old man, swallowing supermarket-sale pork cuts..."

The little fox's mournful whimper traveled through the speaker to Yu Xueqing's ears.

Yu Xueqing blinked, then asked her father: "Dad, Xiao An says you're cutting his food rations—he doesn't love you anymore."

"Huh?"

Yu Zhenghong froze, then exclaimed in alarm: "How could I possibly cut off Lao Fu's food rations? Don't even say that! To show my sincerity, I specifically went to the supermarket to buy pork costing twenty or thirty yuan per kilo to offer to Lao Fu!"

The meat was good, no doubt—but Yu Zhenghong bought it only after work.

No matter how fresh the pork, by evening it had become chilled.

Yu Xueqing bought An Sheng's food every morning before heading up the mountain to observe plants.

"Daughter, tell me again what I should pay attention to—I promise I'll follow the feeding guidelines strictly."

Yu Zhenghong pulled out a notebook, face serious, and asked Yu Xueqing for guidance on feeding Lao Fu.

Though he hadn't read much.

He understood the method of controlling variables.

Since Lao Fu is efficacious, we mustn't tamper with anything—stick to the old standards. If we change them randomly and Lao Fu stops working, Yu Zhenghong would seriously consider banging his head against the wall.

"Oh—morning at Lao Zhai's Luo Auntie's meat stall, sleep till eleven a. ., then chill in the AC and scroll videos? What does Lao Fu like to watch? Oh—cute pet videos."

"Evening livestream, night out shopping, come home to sleep at three or four a. . Don't worry—I know the method of controlling variables. I'll keep Lao Fu's efficacy intact. Your mom and I will move back to the old house by Mid-Autumn."

Yu Zhenghong said confidently:

"I'm going next door right now to borrow a cutter from Old Li—I'll cut a hole in the door so Lao Fu can come and go freely."

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Eleven-thirty at night.

"Does Lao Fu poop?" Seeing it was the time Yu Xueqing mentioned for Lao Fu's evening outing, Yu Zhenghong, dressed in pajamas, had already prepared himself mentally for a jogging session and weight loss.

"Mmm…" Seeing the old man's stance, An Sheng waved his paw listlessly—no desire to go out.

Our Ling Shou in Jiule City attend evening court—why would you, an old man, go there and just invite trouble?

All he could say was: the eleventh hour of thinking about Yu Xueqing.

Once Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei were asleep, An Sheng leapt straight from the fifth-floor balcony, landing firmly on the neighborhood's lawn.

Taking the elevator was convenient, but too many cameras—better to jump straight from the balcony.

"A little fox born between heaven and earth—how could he live long under someone else's roof?"

"Yu Xueqing truly understands—she doesn't care if An goes out and enjoys himself, while she holds down the home base."

An Sheng muttered bitterly, and as he stepped out of the neighborhood, he spotted a familiar executive sedan.

Lin Bingyun stepped out of the car, smiling as she addressed Lao Fu: "At noon, we saw you leave. We guessed you might need a car tonight—did we overstep?"

Lin Bingyun helped Lao Fu into the car and handed him a chilled can of cola to cool off.

"You came just in time..."

Inside the car, Lao Fu sighed and said: "Let's go home first—pack up the phones and An's bags upstairs. By the way, is Lin Ying returning to Jiule City the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes," Lin Bingyun replied. "Miss Lin's trip to Guangzhou isn't tight—just a charity donation thank-you event and a business investment."

"Then book me a direct flight to Chang'an's New Agricultural Science Academy for the day after tomorrow. And tonight, skip Hailinglong Club—let's go to Changping Mountain first."

After a brief pause, An Sheng had a sudden flash of inspiration and outlined his itinerary to Lin Bingyun.

"Direct flight to Chang'an?" Lin Bingyun blinked, surprised. "Are you going on vacation, Lao Fu?"

"Vacation? Yu Xueqing's going to school—and she dumped me at home! How outrageous!"

"Oh... I see."

Seeing Lao Fu's resentment building, Lin Bingyun wore a look of helpless amusement.

Under Lao Fu's instructions, the butler led the maids to the old house to pack his belongings.

A wristwatch hidden in the ceiling, a taser, two phones, three saddlebags, a can of pepper spray, two extra-thick Vinda paper towels, and several bottles of glue.

Lin Bingyun stared at the "fish trap," puzzled—where did Lao Fu get that? but the maids still packed it, along with the young tea tree planted by Lao Fu in the flowerbed.

Aside from the potted plant, all other items were boxed, sealed, and prepared for shipment to Chang'an.

After completing all packing, everyone followed Lao Fu's orders to Changping Mountain.

"Mmm?"

Led by Lao Fu, they arrived at the breeding zone at the foot of Changping Mountain, where dozens of white, small "gas cylinders" chirped and scampered inside the fence.

Until the Arctic foxes saw Lao Fu.

Their chirps changed instantly—like new recruits spotting their commander, they saluted Lao Fu.

"Fellow foxes of our kind!"

"An won't waste words—straight to the point. I need your help: one clever fox, identical in size to An, to replace An at home and enjoy the comforts."

"No need to deceive for long—one week is enough. Any volunteers?"

"Food and lodging provided, personal attendants! Afterward, An will promote and raise your salaries!"

(End of Chapter)