[{"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-42":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},2340495,4575,"Chapter 42: The Bully of Jiule Tea Street (Please Collect, Follow, and Vote)","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>“Wu-wu-wu—Hubao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing rolled on the bed clutching the little fox; today’s livestream sales performance nearly silenced her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when she watched other streamers on Yinfu Platform, seeing them make hundreds of millions in minutes, she never imagined that when it came to her own livestream selling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did she fail to earn money—she actually lost it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing four yuan wasn’t much, but for Yu Xueqing, who had never worked outside the home, it was her first real taste of society’s cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She worked hard for four hours, earned nothing, and still had to pay out four yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing felt deeply wronged, crying loudly as she lay on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying-ying-ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng wore a helpless expression, sprawled out fully as Yu Xueqing buried her face against him, shedding tiny tears, while he gently tapped her head with his tiny paw to comfort her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to swallow—timeless truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every entrepreneur with public recognition, every livestream host who constantly appears on screen—none of them rose to fame without fighting through countless battles and achieving success before earning endless exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who cares about those who fail?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After soothing Yu Xueqing to sleep, An Sheng sneaked off to Lin Ying’s house for a snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing was pitifully downcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying was miserably gloomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng blamed Chen Zhi entirely! The feng shui of the town was broken—he needed to pick an auspicious day and drag a village chief named Chen Zhi to offer sacrifices to heaven!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng returned home, wrapped his arms around Yu Xueqing’s waist, and fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng woke to a bumpy ride, opening his eyes to find himself seated in the passenger seat of a small car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Yu Xueqing, calmly driving from the driver’s seat, and let out a puzzled whimper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where is Yu Xueqing taking him so early? Where is she driving to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, little An’s awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing, seeing the little fox had woken, smiled warmly and said: “Yesterday you stayed so quietly with me during the livestream—thank you, little An.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today we’re going home for lunch, then in the afternoon we’ll take Hubao for a mountain run.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng looked puzzled, but quickly understood what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing drove to her family’s tea shop in Jiule City to learn livestreaming tips from her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After yesterday’s crushing defeat, buoyed by the little fox’s comfort and her own innate translation ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing rallied, her fighting spirit soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she didn’t make money, the little fox would have to beg on the streets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she bear to hang a QR code around the neck of such a cute little fox and force him to beg pitifully down the street?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing sat at the tea table and told her father and mother, who was organizing the display cabinets, about her livestreaming experiences over the past two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong blinked in surprise—he never expected that assigning his daughter a summer job would ignite such fierce determination in her soft-spoken girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Yu Zhenghong began sharing livestreaming tips with Yu Xueqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Yu Xueqing frowned, pulled out her phone, opened videos of other female tea streamers, and asked her father how to beat them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong’s face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Peipei’s expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Peipei never watched livestreams, and Yu Zhenghong had originally patted his chest and told her he’d seen other livestreamers making huge profits selling tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d even applied for funds to buy livestreaming equipment and tip those streamers to learn from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… are we still having lunch today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing and An Sheng squatted by the tea shop’s entrance, staring blankly at the street, occasionally glancing back toward the tea shop’s interior, behind the decorative screen where the tea table stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though no shouting came from inside, a palpable tension hung in the air, like a storm about to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying-ying~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng raised his paw and patted Yu Xueqing’s shoulder, signaling her to relax—lunch would definitely be served, and judging by the signs, it would be lavish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would be cooked personally by Yu Zhenghong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Xiadong, women usually cook daily meals, but during festivals, men always cook elaborate dishes for family and friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Peipei was now sulking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Yu Zhenghong didn’t quickly prepare a good meal to soothe her, An Sheng could only say: Yu Zhenghong would be stuck eating instant noodles for the next few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing squatted by the door, thought for a moment, then ran inside to try to calm them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad just watched female streamers—it was those streamers who lost money, not him! He didn’t even spend a cent! Mom, just forgive him once!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong froze; Chen Peipei’s face turned black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing’s attempt at soothing them was about as effective as stabbing her father with Frostfang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, chaos erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng sat by the door, watching the foot traffic on the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrowed his eyes, ignoring those hurrying past, and focused on those walking slowly, glancing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng suddenly spoke, his mind lifting as if greeting someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman hearing the fox’s call paused, looked around confusedly, then pointed at her own face and asked uncertainly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you calling me, Lord Hubao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng nodded gently, whimpered twice, then stepped forward and nudged her denim-clad calf with his head, guiding her straight into Yu Xueqing’s tea shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing’s tea shop, excluding the second-floor warehouse, had a first-floor usable area of about eighty square meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After subtracting ten square meters for the tea-drinking area and five square meters for the restroom, the rest was filled with tea sets and tea cabinets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the variety of teas wasn’t large, all the main types—oolong, black tea, and flower tea—were fully stocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying-ying-ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little fox’s lips curled slightly as he continued squatting by the door, observing passersby with the eyes of his past life as a salesperson—selecting targets, then calling out to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, listening carefully—if the customer spoke with the Jiule City accent, he’d usher them inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, give Lord Hubao a favor—help my Yu Xueqing’s business. When Lord Hubao attains the Dao, I’ll reward you all with big red envelopes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one customer after another was ushered into Yu Xueqing’s tea shop by An Sheng,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei forgot their argument and rushed to greet the guests An Sheng brought in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying-ying-ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng wore a smug grin, walking with a comical limp, standing on his hind legs as he pushed a bewildered middle-aged man in a suit into the tea shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yu Xueqing’s tea shop buzzed with activity, the owners of neighboring tea shops stepped out, staring in confusion at the bustling scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Jiule City’s Tea Street, most businesses typically deal in bulk supply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A customer calls, and a familiar tea shop prepares the order and delivers it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walk-in customers exist, of course, but they usually come in small groups, sip tea, listen to the owner’s description, and only buy if they like the taste—generally quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the owners of the neighboring tea shops stepped out—and saw a scene that left them stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A completely white fox sat in front of Yu Xueqing’s tea shop, soliciting customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One call, and passersby would stop; then the fox would usher them inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside, the white fox would block the entrance, holding back foot traffic while continuing to lure and push new customers in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Peipei shouted passionately, introducing the teas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong boiled water in three kettles, placed seven or eight teapots on the table, and spoke fluently, describing the flavor profiles of different teas to various customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Yu Xueqing was helping Chen Peipei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is outright coercion!” muttered the owner of the neighboring tea shop, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Hong’s got guts! Training a fox to solicit customers? Using Lord Hubao as a doorman to block customers from leaving—he really doesn’t fear lightning strikes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other tea shop owners also muttered complaints under their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1350,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e3bd4fda4055ab4a50ee4bbcd77e5553d25c9079960a7c9abe745d2875f75117","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-43","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-41",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]