Chapter 27: So, Exactly Where the Hell Was It Greened?! (Please Collect)

“Really, so immoral”

Chen Fengshui’s wife watched the fox leap from the car window onto the street, glance left and right, confirm it wouldn’t be hit by a car crossing the road, then sprint with astonishing speed to the front of Gaofeng Consulting Company.

Under the watchful eyes of Old Chen and his wife, the fox stuck the note onto the rear of the brand-new Porsche.

Then, the fox glanced left and right once more, confirmed it wouldn’t be hit by a car crossing the road, and dashed back to Old Chen’s car, leaping gracefully through the driver’s side window into the vehicle.

Old Chen’s wife wore a complex expression, gazing at him with a hollow stare, as if to say: Look what you’ve done.

Old Chen was speechless, utterly at a loss.

Who could have imagined that a fox encountered by the roadside was actually a spirit fox, Master Fuli?

Had he had even one peanut, he never would’ve called the Forestry Bureau.

An Sheng, sitting in the back seat, knew nothing of what Old Chen and his wife were thinking—he merely observed with interest the bustling morning scene at Gaofeng Consulting Company.

This morning’s Gaofeng Consulting Company was far livelier than Martin’s morning.

An Sheng was very curious about what reaction Gaofeng would have upon seeing the note on the car.

An Sheng had actually wanted to stay behind and watch the show.

But Yu Xueqing had finished saying goodbye to her parents, returned to Old Chen’s car, and the three of them—the man, the woman, the fox—rode back to Zhangxizhen in the Fengxing Xiaokang minivan.

Inside Gaofeng Consulting Company.

After a brief faint, Gaofeng regained consciousness, furious, and called the cleaning company.

“What? The toilet sewage pipe is clogged, and fecal water is spraying out.”

“Sorry, boss! This job’s too dirty—we’re afraid we’d feel guilty taking the money. Find someone else!”

Gaofeng stared blankly at his phone, then at the fecal water flowing down the stairs to the first floor—he was utterly stunned.

After calling several companies—cleaning, pipe unclogging—all of them hung up instantly upon hearing that fecal water had overflowed at Gaofeng Consulting Company.

Gaofeng’s face turned pale; he stared at the strawberry tarts scattered around the office, summoned his staff, instructed them to handle the office sanitation, then clamped his buttocks shut and prepared to rush to the hospital.

But as Gaofeng got into his car, he accidentally noticed a note stuck to the rear of the vehicle.

He frowned, yanked the note from the hidden rear wing.

The handwriting was crooked and uneven.

【Uncle, I’m sorry—I’m a primary school student. I just accidentally scratched your car, but don’t worry—I secretly fixed the scratch with a marker.】

Gaofeng grew more and more terrified as he read; forgetting his aching buttocks and testicles, he circled his precious car, searching desperately for scratches as if they might magically appear.

But after circling once, he saw no trace of marker repair.

Gaofeng refused to give up; gritting his teeth against the pain, he ran his hands over the entire car body, searching for marker residue.

Yet, despite all his efforts, he found not a single scratch.

Gaofeng’s face darkened further; he lay on the ground and crawled, meticulously inspecting the undercarriage and wheel arches.

"Primary school student? You're a fucking animal!" After checking back and forth and finding no scratch, Gaofeng finally snapped: "Where the hell did you even scratch it?!"

But due to unbearable pain in his rear, he could only head to the hospital for an emergency visit, and didn’t finish treatment until dawn.

At dawn, Gaofeng returned home, took out his high-power fishing lure light, shone it on the car, sat with his legs spread wide like he’d just had a hemorrhoidectomy, and scanned the paintwork back and forth.

He muttered nonstop: "Fucking little animal—scratch it if you want, I'll just repaint it for three or five grand, why the hell did you use some shitty marker to smear it?!"

By now, for Gaofeng, it was no longer about repainting or not.

He felt as if he’d been cuckolded—but he had no idea where.

If this had happened in the morning, he would have made the little animal bring his parents to pay compensation.

Whatever part was damaged, he’d replace that part—no repairs.

But now, Gaofeng only wanted to know: where exactly had that little animal damaged his beloved car?

“So… fucking where the hell was it scratched?!” Gaofeng screamed in madness.

………………

An Sheng, already back home, had no idea his impromptu little trick would plunge Gaofeng into mental torment for the next several days.

He’d even drag the employees of a 4S shop into the same mental torment, leaving them all utterly baffled as to where the Porsche’s paint had been scratched.

“Pick a concubine and sleep.”

An Sheng lay on Yu Xueqing’s bed, stretched out long and slow, preparing to check his Wish List for any newly refreshed tasks.

If there were none, he’d have to grit his teeth and help those brats with their summer homework.

After all, earning Wish Power wasn’t shameful—someday he might even rely on it to achieve form transformation.

【Wow! May Master Fuli bless me—hope Mom and Dad take me to the Pet Street to see fish tonight—Qiao Liang】

【Wish fulfilled: See fish】

【Hehehe, I’ll take a photo later—this little fox may be young, but he’s got guts, wandering around on the table like this, fluffy and with bells, you’d get slaughtered in the city—Wu Sihan happily imagined taking a photo with you, wondering if the pet hospital could remove your little bell.】

【Wish fulfilled: Photo (you figure you don’t really need it—just cut it off for her)】

An Sheng: “???”

So I’m just a little fox, and even drinking tea at a teahouse gets me persecuted by humans?

Seeing “photo,” An Sheng recalled how, just now at Six Blessings Teahouse, a young mother and son had approached him with friendly smiles, asking for a photo.

This wish must’ve been made by that mother and son when they took the photo with him.

An Sheng wore a black question mark expression.

【Wish fulfilled: Wu Sihan obtained a cute photo of the little fox and left satisfied; even ate two extra bowls during her morning meal.】

【Wish Power +1】

【Total Wish Power: 2】

“I cooperate with your photo, and you want to cut off my bell to make a bracelet? Furious, trembling, when will foxes truly rise up against pet hospital tyranny?”

An Sheng rolled his eyes, and as usual, spent all 2 points of Wish Power on his body.

Of the 2 points:

One came from 【Yu Xueqing’s anxiety】—An Sheng successfully achieved the Ghost Fire ending.

He successfully infiltrated Yu Xueqing’s home and became a family member.

Yu Xueqing’s wish list still had one unfulfilled: 【Black-haired person delivers white-haired person】—this task was tied to the brokers at Gaofeng Consulting Company.

An Sheng needed to intimidate them, to the point they ran the other way at the sight of Yu Xueqing’s family, only then would the task be complete.

The other point came from the mother and son he’d met at the teahouse.

Though she’d joked in her heart that little foxes entering the city should have their bells cut off,

An Sheng, for the sake of the Wish Power, grudgingly forgave her—didn’t expose her for stuffing two inflatable pads under her chest.

Spending both points on his body made the little fox’s face glow with pleasure; an extra tail sprouted.

“Huh?!”

“Tail? I grew an extra tail!”

“Ying ying ying—”

Damn, just posted and got 404’d for several lines.

I wonder when “bell” became a banned word.

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(End of Chapter)