[{"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-282":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},2340735,4575,"Chapter 282: You Don","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-282",282,"\u003Cp>\"What the hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Yu Xueqing call out to Xiao An, Mo Yiqing turned her head and saw the little fox—her first reaction was bewilderment, followed by profound shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the confusion over why Xiao An appeared in Chang’an City, miles away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly stunned Mo Yiqing was this: if Xiao An was in Chang’an, then who was the fox, just now, with that smug, displeased expression, that Yu Xueqing had seen on her video call right after landing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Chang’an has many ancient tombs, surely not this much nonsense under daylight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Mo Yiqing broke out in goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ying ying ying—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng, held in Lin Ying’s arms, waved his tiny fox paws, leapt to the ground, and dashed forward in three bounding steps to stand before Yu Xueqing, rising on his hind legs to wrap his arms around her now-thicker waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolutely right! This plush, satisfying feel!\" An Sheng thought, hugging Yu Xueqing’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Fujie was great, but Yu Xueqing’s solid, fleshy frame gave the fox a sense of security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little An? Is it really you, Xiao An?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the white fox hopping excitedly before her, trying to scramble onto her shoulder, Yu Xueqing was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—I—wow!\" Yu Xueqing stared, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of her livestreaming, Yu Xueqing usually had both hands occupied—one holding the phone, the other gesturing during the stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, Xiao An hated wearing collars, and Yu Xueqing feared he’d get lost in Changping Mountain, so she often placed him on her shoulder during livestreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fifteen-pound fox perched on the shoulder would be unbearable for most people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But An Sheng’s weight felt to Yu Xueqing like a sweat towel draped over her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiao An… did you also come by plane?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After triple-checking that the little fox hopping before her was indeed the one she’d picked up, Yu Xueqing kept her face frozen in shock, lifting him to eye level, and after a long pause, finally managed to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was so stunned she didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I brought him here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying, walking behind Fu Li Master, stepped before Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing, glanced at both their faces, then, right before Yu Xueqing’s eyes, raised her hand to gently stroke Fu Li Master’s white face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Li Master, now coiled around Yu Xueqing’s shoulder like a scarf, made Lin Ying’s gesture of stroking his face seem not only intimate toward Xiao An, but also slightly awkward for Yu Xueqing herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stroking Fu Li Master’s small face, Lin Ying spoke softly as An Sheng stared at her in confusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was probably three days ago—I saw the little fox in Zhangxizhen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He sat dazed on the wall, quietly staring at an empty house, whimpering softly, as if calling for someone—but only the noise of passing tires answered him; the empty house gave no reply.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I noticed his paws were red; when I picked him up and checked, I found his pads were probably worn raw from walking too long on hot asphalt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying’s expression remained calm as she calmly recounted the story of the lonely, abandoned Xiao An.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stared, dumbfounded, at Lin Ying, suddenly feeling an odd sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like… a celestial immortal, untouched by mortal dust, sitting with one foot propped on a chair, hands rubbing mahjong tiles on the table, then pulling a crumpled soft-pack cigarette from her belly band, lighting one with a one-yuan lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So… Lin Fujie can lie too,\" An Sheng thought, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he remembered correctly, that night when he left home, Lin Bingyun sat in the backseat, took a 68-yuan sugared ice cola from the fridge, and told the driver to take the Maybach back to the village—they ate seafood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Lin Ying’s version, Fu Li Master endured the blazing sun, his tender little paws stepping on asphalt heated to fifty or sixty degrees, his soles blistered from the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fu Li sat on the wall, waiting for his master to open the door. After treating him, I asked around the village and learned about you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying finished speaking and extended her hand: \"My name is Lin Ying, a neighbor from Zhangxizhen. They often joke that I’m the village’s richest or the association chair. Now I officially hand over the little fox to you—if you don’t want him, just drop him off at my house.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love Xiao An!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off guard by Lin Ying’s bold move, Yu Xueqing slipped into Lin Ying’s rhythm, pulled her neck in, hugged Xiao An tightly, and gave him a pained look as he crouched on her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Lin Ying’s story, Yu Xueqing had countless things she wanted to say to Xiao An.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, seeing Lin Ying’s outstretched hand, she awkwardly and stiffly reached out to shake it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying pulled her hand back, then pressed forward again to grip Yu Xueqing’s fingertips—just a touch, then released—and walked past them without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you like him, keep him close. Don’t let someone else pick him up,\" Lin Ying said before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing looked at Lin Ying’s retreating back, then at the little fox on her shoulder, looking confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking for a moment, Yu Xueqing bit down gently on An Sheng’s cheek, tugging his cheek flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You little brat! Don’t you stay home like you’re supposed to? Don’t even call me when something happens—I’m gonna bite you to death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wang—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled by the sudden attack, An Sheng instinctively barked like a dog, staring at Yu Xueqing in panic:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey hey hey! Spit! Your spit’s all over my face!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ssshh\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Lin Ying vanished into the crowd, Mo Yiqing, who had stayed silent until now, looked at Yu Xueqing in awe and asked: \"Your village’s richest person… really has presence. Even her speech carries official tone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By \"official tone,\" Mo Yiqing didn’t mean stiff, mechanical phrasing—but that Lin Ying didn’t just speak with mouth and throat; she used chest resonance, like bel canto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking this way projects authority and delivers clear, rhythmic speech, combined with flawless Mandarin—it’s what’s called \"official tone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many bureau-level officials or those long immersed in bureaucracy speak this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Mo Yiqing had never met provincial or municipal leaders—but the leaders in Chancheng and Yangcheng, and surrounding areas, all spoke like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not from our village.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe city or provincial level? I don’t know those things,\" Yu Xueqing said after nibbling An Sheng’s cheek, then turned to Mo Yiqing to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lin Ying called herself village richest, it was pure modesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For people from Xiadong, judging the Lin family’s status isn’t just about Lin in Xia Country—you must include the overseas Lin clan’s influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing was absorbed in her studies and unaware of village gossip; she only knew that an incredibly wealthy person lived in the village, with influence reaching both home and abroad—someone who could summon Mazu’s blessing for safe seas with just a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side of the strait, just saying \"Lin family\" wouldn’t guarantee food and shelter, but at least you’d have a place to land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Yu Xueqing’s description of the legendary Lin family, Mo Yiqing stared at Fu Li Master in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your fox is seriously badass!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.948Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","be9e53aa323a96a395879ef90964970ec621814560c54b359adaa71088e7e87b","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-283","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-281",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]