Chapter 250: Fuli Is Gazing

"A fox! Go be my decoy!"

When Master Fuli arrived at the Changping Mountain compound and stated his request.

The white gas cylinders stared at each other, until one male Arctic fox stepped forward from the fox group—nine-tenths identical in form to An Sheng. It walked out solemnly, gazing at Master Fuli and said:

"Boss! Leave it to me! For a mansion with a swimming pool and bells, I'll do anything!"

As a mature fox, it deeply understood that humans were jealous and loved to confiscate foxes' little bells.

The moment Master Fuli spoke, it realized its chance for advancement had arrived.

bro!

For the mansion and mating rights, not just a decoy—even if you told me to eat mouth-numbing mice, I'd do it!

"Good. Very spirited."

Seeing the volunteer step forward, An Sheng immediately wore a satisfied expression, pointed inside the compound, and said to Lin Bingyun: "Lin Guanjia, bring it out. Then we'll go to Hailinglong for a bath."

Lin Bingyun's expression turned slightly odd—she had never expected the escape decoy prepared by Miss Lin for Master Fuli.

Yet here Master Fuli was using it.

Come to think of it, it was actually quite reasonable. After all, Master Fuli truly intended to flee.

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"Boss, this is my first time being a decoy. What should I watch out for? How many people do I eat a day? I'm worried my appetite isn't big enough."

Sitting in the left rear seat of the executive sedan, the Arctic fox looked nervous and asked Master Fuli: "What exactly do I need to do as a decoy?"

"Eat people? Bro, you should know humans are already an endangered species—no wild ones spawn anymore except those bred artificially." Master Fuli spouted nonsense:

"Just remember three things. First, hold your head high and look disdainful. Second, don't play with the idiot next door. Third, when the old man makes you look at his phone, copy me—make a disgruntled face at the screen."

"What's an idiot?" asked the Arctic fox.

"Simply put, every white fox you see during the day besides me? Treat them all as idiots." Master Fuli sighed.

Just thinking about having to go to work tomorrow made An Sheng's head ache.

Knowing how much the old man doted on him, he didn't need to guess—he'd never let him stay home alone. Tomorrow, when the old man went to work, he'd drag An Sheng along too.

The thought of the neighbor's tea house owner buying an authentic West Coast-accented Arctic fox made An Sheng feel the sky was falling—every damn word was "bro" or "man."

Now he was stuck as a second-year student, forced to work, and forced to face the idiot coworker at the next desk.

It all gave An Sheng a sense of déjà vu.

"White foxes during the day are idiots." The Arctic fox strained to memorize every point.

"Oh! There's a Border Collie on the first floor of the compound. Don't go near its wool blanket—it'll go insane."

"Also, next to the tea house there's a Poodle. That little female dog likes to ride males—don't provoke her."

An Sheng taught the Arctic fox how to be a decoy and what to watch out for while impersonating him.

The old man's residence had a garden on the first floor.

There lived a meteor-colored Border Collie. An Sheng himself had touched its wool blanket without incident—he'd even played with the dog all afternoon.

But if the Arctic fox touched that blanket, An Sheng was certain the Border Collie would break its legs.

The Border Collie valued that wool rug more than snacks or all its toys combined.

From An Sheng's experience as a fox, if he didn't warn the Arctic fox in advance, given a fox's nosiness and curiosity, this guy would almost certainly break his legs for touching the Border Collie's rug.

As for the female Poodle next to the tea house—

She wasn't an ordinary Poodle. She was a giant Poodle, nearly as large as a Golden Retriever.

Whenever she saw a male, she'd flirt and lure him into her territory, then launch a phase-charge.

An Sheng had personally watched her ride a male Arctic fox to tears.

A ten-pound Arctic fox stood no chance against a fifty-pound giant Poodle.

"Fox life is hard, little brother."

An Sheng patted the Arctic fox's shoulder and said: "That's the situation. Don't panic. Shout loudly that you're with Master Fuli. Other dogs, out of respect for me, won't go too far."

"Ying!" The Arctic fox nodded vigorously.

The executive sedan drove into Hailinglong, where the Arctic fox witnessed Master Fuli's luxurious lifestyle.

Even a bath required three people.

One pushed his back, one massaged his tiny feet, and one filed his nails and trimmed the overgrown fur on his paw pads.

After grooming the Arctic fox, An Sheng brought it back to the compound and put it to sleep in the guest room.

An Sheng lived at Yu Zhenghong's house and refused to sleep in his doghouse. Yu Zhenghong had wanted him to sleep in the master bedroom.

But An Sheng remembered his snoring and flat-out refused.

Yu Zhenghong had to settle for the guest room—Qing's old bedroom, cluttered with unused items and unsuitable for Master Fuli's residence.

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"Master Fuli, breakfast is ready."

At ten-thirty the next morning, Yu Zhenghong returned from Zhangxizhen, holding a pet crate, smiling as he knocked on the guest room door. He placed the sleeping Arctic fox inside: "Good boy, I'll brush your teeth—healthy teeth mean better eating."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

An Sheng, napping atop the cabinet, heard the commotion, peeked into the living room, and watched as the Arctic fox—brushed and fed—was taken off to the tea house for work.

An Sheng couldn't help but whistle inwardly. Thank goodness he'd arranged a decoy in advance—otherwise he'd have suffered terribly.

Even Qing never spoke so cloyingly. How could an old man dare say such things?

Good boy~

"Ugh."

An Sheng shuddered, turned the air conditioner back to 23°C, wrapped himself in his little blanket, and went back to sleep.

But after waking, when An Sheng opened WeChat and asked Lin Guanjia to order takeout, he accidentally saw Qing's WeChat Moments had updated. He clicked in and saw Qing at a racetrack.

Mo Yiqing, in full racing gear, drove the car; Qing sat in the passenger seat filming. The engine roared, tires screeched, and the car drifted around a turn, accelerating forward.

The caption read: "Chancheng Drift Race."

An Sheng sighed deeply and told Lin Bingyun to add an iced cola to the takeout order.

【Received.】

【Miss Lin's schedule changed—she moved up her investment talks. Her flight is this evening. Will Master Fuli come to Zhangxizhen for late-night snacks tonight?】 Lin Bingyun sent An Sheng a new message.

An Sheng looked at his empty house and his lonely, miserable self, and immediately replied:

【Don't send takeout. Come pick me up. I'm gaming at the villa this afternoon.】

An Sheng rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, urinated yellow, rinsed his mouth, and prepared to leave.

The little fox slid down the drainpipe outside the bathroom straight onto the first-floor lawn, heading to wait for the car outside.

At the compound gate, a moving truck was requesting clearance from property management.

An Sheng stared at the truck entering; Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao inside stared at the waiting Fuli.

They locked eyes. Neither spoke.

"I guess I forgot to tell them I'm going to Changancheng?" An Sheng shrugged.

(End of Chapter)