[{"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-25":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},2340478,4575,"Chapter 25: Morning at Feng Gao Consulting (Please Collect and Follow)","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>“Clang clang—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gao’s curses were heard only by the sharp-eared little fox; everyone else heard nothing—but the loud “clang clang” of Feng Gao kicking the roller shutter echoed throughout the entire street, even inside Six Happiness Tea House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When there was a spectacle to watch, families sipping tea and eating pastries inside the tea house instinctively turned their heads to see what was happening on the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Feng Gao had already retreated to his newly purchased Porsche bearing temporary plates, frantically calling all employees to return and secure the premises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing held An Sheng as she stood with her parents on the windowsill, gazing out—but saw nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Yu Zhenghong spotted the sign of Feng Gao Consulting Company, he snorted, his expression darkening slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s lips curled upward slightly, and Chen Fengshui’s cheeks also twitched with a peculiar smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, both knew exactly who had just kicked the roller shutter with those “clang clang” blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching for a while and seeing nothing worth seeing, everyone returned to their seats and ordered dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng moved closer to Yu Xueqing, his eyes scanning the menu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng had already experienced the morning tea culture of Xia Dong and Xia Nan in his past life; it was described as drinking tea and eating pastries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the people here, morning tea was a family-based social activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng quite liked eating a hearty breakfast, but he had a slight aversion to morning tea culture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who had done business in Xia Dong or Xia Nan knew this place was brutally pragmatic—how pragmatic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small businesses? Everyone shares, everyone profits; a little less margin here or there? No problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Business here doesn’t involve empty talk, but if the sum involved grows larger—especially when dealing with individual entrepreneurs—you must bring your family along for a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They won’t judge you—they’ll judge your family, and children are the primary focus of observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adults lie with their mouths but tell the truth with their hearts; children can’t hide it, and their upbringing reveals the parents’ character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Singles are viewed with suspicion; the solitary and childless are viewed with extreme suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the whole family offers sacrifices to heaven, their power is boundless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run off with the loot, and you vanish without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng had experienced morning tea networking, and the way partners scrutinized his lineage like checking a family genealogy made him feel deeply annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m f***ing working a job where I can’t even afford two meals a day or rent in two places—why on earth would I get married and have kids just to add more misery to a life that’s already miserable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng used to despise morning tea networking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing! Hurry! The shrimp dumplings are almost gone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng propped his front paws on the table, stood upright, his face urgent as he raised a paw and pointed at the shrimp dumplings on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One steamer basket held only three dumplings; even though they’d just ordered three baskets, only two had arrived so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s strategy was to strike first: grab the two baskets already on the table, then rush for the next one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush, Xiao An.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing chewed her char siu bao, mumbled a reply with her mouth full, picked up her chopsticks, and placed a shrimp dumpling onto An Sheng’s plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put it in my mouth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s face lit up with delight as he devoured it greedily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tea house’s snacks? An Sheng took one bite and knew they were low-quality pre-made goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But free food always tastes delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like An Sheng’s former colleague, with a solemn expression, had once told him: “I don’t smoke Lotus cigarettes because Lotus carries mystical properties—you can never smell the lotus fragrance from cigarettes you buy yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he opened the Lotus cigarettes An Sheng had prepared to give to a client.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All colleagues in the room sighed—free really is the most satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office had cigarettes but no fire; a whole room of fools buzzed around, trying to find something to light them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But An Sheng knew—they loved the challenge of having cigarettes but no lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the joyful, family-filled atmosphere of Six Happiness Tea House, where two families happily ate breakfast,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gao Consulting Company was shrouded in gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the locksmith broke the lock, the front desk lay in ruins before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the frosted glass partitions, the water bar and common areas resembled the chaotic wastelands of Jinxi Bei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gao’s heart stopped. He dared not imagine what the second and third floors looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***! My Red Label Geisha coffee beans!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gao’s heart lurched—but so did the hearts of the dozen or so employees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company had a water bar, but didn’t provide drinks; employees had to bring their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One employee, tears streaming, sprinted toward the water bar behind the glass partition—he saw a familiar coffee bag, and a large pot of soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company’s money tree was gone; inside its pot, they’d planted nothing but Red Label coffee beans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***! My tea can is full of milk!” Another employee rushed to the water bar, saw his own red tea can intact, and felt a flicker of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he picked it up, he felt the weight was wrong—inside, it felt like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s fine—even if someone filled it with water, the tea leaves could still be boiled into tea eggs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he lifted the lid and saw sweet milk inside, he was struck as if by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>F***! Two thousand three hundred per jin of tea leaves—someone turned them into milk tea!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deng deng deng”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man staggered backward several steps, leaning against the bar, eyes bloodshot, gasping for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His monthly salary was barely over four thousand—this can of tea was meant for gifting, now it was milk tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the destruction on the first floor, the consultants who worked upstairs rushed up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Computer screens were neatly aligned, undamaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they glanced aside, all peripherals were either smashed on the floor or dangling midair like the hanged old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Potted plants, documents, water cups—all lay shattered on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My ledgers! Wah—” The accountant returned to her office, saw some items intact, and felt a flicker of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she touched the ledgers and felt a sticky texture, her heart sank—this feel was unmistakably like what her boyfriend left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced down nausea, determined to open the ledger and check the entries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as she flipped the cover, the entire ledger flipped open from her motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression of disgust faded; she suddenly realized what the sticky substance was—her face turned deathly pale as she tried to pry it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glue was filled with white adhesive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single company ledger was filled with glue!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wah—” The accountant’s wail was deafening, her Bengkui  screams echoing down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the accountant and cashier sobbed uncontrollably, a muffled thud suddenly echoed through the office, shaking the entire building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large, broad man lay stunned in the restroom, yellow fluid seeping from his crotch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d rushed to the office too quickly; his first morning piss had been held in his bladder all morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked into the bathroom, slipped on the floor, and his bladder suffered a violent impact—the valve could no longer close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puddle on the bathroom floor… had hand soap in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Super slippery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other colleagues, hearing the noise, instinctively rushed toward the restroom to see what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Magic Gourd Boys began rescuing Grandpa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a series of thuds, someone finally noticed the puddle in front of the restroom—its yellow hue looked wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***! The hand soap smells like piss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s piss in the water! Waaah—” A man who’d fallen face-down screamed through tears, voice hoarse, at the restroom entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gao stood frozen, his steps heavy as he walked to the third-floor office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His office door had been pried open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***.” Feng Gao whispered, disbelieving, under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1353,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f852cafabbbd6c1b4e08c56b48b15523e987540b41fd0d0d982cf4df15335a6e","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-26","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-24",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]