Chapter 47: Hmph, Stinky An Sheng

An Sheng sat on a roadside flower bed, staring at the incense, candles, roasted pork, two packs of cigarettes, and an unopened bottle of Mengzhi Blue, feeling bewildered.

An Sheng glanced at the five elementary students who had just worshiped him and left in high spirits; his mouth twitched.

“Fine, fine. Since none of you want to do your summer homework, I’ll humor your little wish—considering how well-behaved you’ve been.”

At first, An Sheng refused to tear up the students’ homework notebooks.

Summer homework—especially the overwhelming kind.

That was part of the student’s romance, a beautiful memory every student should have.

If such a beautiful memory were missing, he believed it would become a regret later in life.

So he had always refused to destroy these tearful, heartfelt childhood memories just for a few points of wish power.

But when he saw in his wish list that perfectly fulfilling these students’ wishes would likely grant them a happy, fulfilling childhood,

An Sheng felt that missing one summer’s good memory wasn’t such a bad thing.

Because they’d gain a more complete childhood.

“Ying ying ying—”

The little fox giggled, blew out the incense, and packed all the offerings from the students into a plastic bag to take home.

For the first time, An Sheng saw someone pay to get beaten.

And for the first time, he saw someone who, after their wish was perfectly fulfilled, still wept rivers of sorrow.

An Sheng walked home with light steps.

At home, Yu Xueqing had just started her livestream when she heard a “ding-dong” sound from the courtyard.

Yu Xueqing turned her head, curious about what was happening outside her house.

She wasn’t worried about intruders—Changxizhen had once been Chenjia Village, and most villagers were related; if she shouted for help, they’d come running with hoes and sickles.

Once, when car thieves robbed someone, villagers netted them and dragged them to the village committee for a beating.

Amid the “clinking” sounds,

the little fox, wearing a collar, dragged a plastic bag to the front door, leapt through the window sill, then jumped onto the windowsill and pressed down on the door handle with its weight to open the door.

Amid Yu Xueqing’s stunned confusion,

the little fox dragged the plastic bag inside—inside were cigarettes, two hundred yuan, roasted pork, and a bottle of liquor.

The earlier “clinking” had been the bottle hitting the ground as the fox dragged the bag.

“Whoa.”

Yu Xueqing sucked in a breath, pointing at the returning fox: “Your neck—did Aunt Lin suck your yang energy again?”

Normally, the contents of the bag would’ve made Yu Xueqing think the fox was amazing—

actually going out hunting, bringing home treasures.

But now, around the fox’s neck was a watch Yu Xueqing recognized well.

That watch was worth four million.

As Yu Zhenghong said: “Your mom’s watch that’s supposed to extend life—you can’t sell it for four million!”

The little fox had brought the watch back!

Yu Xueqing ignored her livestream viewers and rushed over, flipping the fox onto its back.

She patted it all over, relieved to find no injuries, then angrily tapped its little head:

“An Sheng! Say no to strange aunts! These days, aunts are terrifying—they love to sneak off little pets to get their balls removed.”

“And after they remove them, they love taking selfies with the fox’s balls.”

“After they remove them, you turn into a girl fox.”

“Ying ying ying.”

An Sheng felt Yu Xueqing’s words were full of bizarre, random complaints.

But then he remembered the aunt at Six Blessings Teahouse who kept staring at his yarn ball.

An Sheng stayed unusually silent—maybe Yu Xueqing wasn’t wrong after all.

Not long ago, he’d even met a crazy girl in Changxizhen who pinched cat bells and grinned weirdly, saying, “Such a fluffy little thing!”

“Remember! Always shout ‘no’ to strange aunts’ unreasonable demands!”

Yu Xueqing’s face was serious; she carefully removed the collar, as if disarming a C4 bomb.

Yu Xueqing called Yu Zhenghong.

Yu Zhenghong was startled, then sighed helplessly and told her to temporarily keep the watch.

Last time they visited Lin Ying’s home, they hadn’t even seen the Lin family’s young lady—only the butler confirmed the items truly belonged to her, but she’d already given them all to the little fox.

Later, Yu Zhenghong had forcibly returned them, dragging Old Chen away before they could refuse.

“Huh? I temporarily keep it? How am I supposed to keep it?” Yu Xueqing stared blankly at the disconnected phone.

“Ying ying ying—”

An Sheng looked helpless, patted Yu Xueqing’s thigh to comfort her.

Aunt Lin’s wealth is immeasurable; if she doesn’t care about this, we shouldn’t overthink it.

“Master~ The aunt said this was delicious, and she tied it around my neck with such confidence.”

Yu Xueqing sighed at the fox, then firmly wrapped the collar in tissue.

Under An Sheng’s astonished gaze, Yu Xueqing acted as if nothing had happened, picked up the gas cylinder with one hand, and hid the four-million-dollar pet collar beneath its base.

“.”

An Sheng silently gave a six—admiring Yu Xueqing’s cleverness and acknowledging her strength.

No wonder she eats two bowls of rice a meal,

the strength to lift a gas cylinder with one hand.

Made the fox feel safe.

…………

Yu Xueqing acted as if nothing had happened, ignoring her livestream viewers, and cooked dinner for her little fox in the kitchen.

Two taels of pork belly, half a catty of beef jerky, and half a catty of prawns piled high in a large bowl.

“?”

An Sheng stared at Yu Xueqing, baffled.

Yu Xueqing pouted, cheeks puffed, her gaze slightly evasive.

Like a girl sulking.

The fox is mine!

Eats my rice!

In the livestream, a few viewers slowly typed question marks into the empty chat.

Host, host—earlier… didn’t we hear something about an aunt sucking someone’s yang energy?

Yes, that— we want to see that.

Host, can you replay that part?

…………

During the evening livestream, Yu Xueqing was distracted.

Her tale of the Three Kingdoms unconsciously turned into “General Zhao Zilong’s Seven Charges and Seven Withdrawals at Changban Slope, with the Flower Queen.”

An Sheng, hiding under the table, stared in shock.

Historical records might not be true, but the folklore coming out of Yu Xueqing’s mouth was truly wild.

“Hmph, stinky An Sheng!”

Before bed, Yu Xueqing butted her head hard into the fox’s chest, retaliating for his flirting with strange aunts.

At night,

An Sheng sneaked out of the house, slipping into the darkness toward the homes of the five children.

No.

Tonight I really wanted to stay with Yu Xueqing, but if I don’t collect a little wish power, I can’t sleep properly.

Yu Xueqing, forgive me—I’ll just take one hand’s worth, not two. I really can’t sleep without it. Just half an hour.

By the way, I saw a reader ask if there’s a group number.

The group number is in the description—click to join.

Hmm… I also saw readers in the chapter comments asking for extra updates.

So I added one.

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(End of Chapter)