Chapter 51: I Don

“Wang—”

The milk-white tufted dog, as a household pet, stared at the fox with wary eyes and barked a warning.

Though the dog didn’t recognize the fox, it felt utterly certain: that thing was no good!

Ever since the fox appeared, the number of chickens, ducks, and geese in the house had plummeted.

That thing? It came to kick over his dog bowl!

“Bai!”

As the dog and the fox faced off, the milk-white dog’s owner grabbed its collar and glared sharply, barking: “Shut up!”

“Last time you bit that blue-tongued skink, I had to pay five thousand yuan. If you go after that fox this time, I’ll drag you home and get you the rabies shot!”

“Aowu?”

Seeing its young master step forward, the milk-white dog instantly calmed down, letting out a low whine.

Qiu Lingling pressed the dog down, exhaling a quiet sigh of relief.

Tu Song wasn’t bad at all—he was quite friendly toward people.

But when it came to foxes, snakes, ferrets, or large lizards, he went full force.

One punch from Tu Song, Bai, and Qiu Lingling’s savings card balance nearly vanished.

Any pet with the word “abnormal” on its file? Treatment costs were never cheap.

Last time the blue-tongued skink scraped off a scale, the vet bill cost Qiu Lingling nearly three thousand yuan.

So when Qiu Lingling saw Bai again with that suspicious, thief-staring look, she rushed forward and grabbed him.

She simply didn’t want to know the price difference between treating a pet fox and an ordinary dog.

“What’s going on?”

Yu Xueqing, riding atop an adult sheep, also noticed Tu Song’s barking—and she could tell from the tone that the dog was cursing loudly.

“Huh? Meimei, you finally got it?”

Everyone in the camp stared in surprise at Yu Xueqing riding the sheep; the sheep’s owner looked ecstatic.

Song Lang’s face glowed with joy—his main reason for keeping a pet sheep was to ride it.

Pure white, incredibly fluffy, and utterly plush.

Riding it felt like pure luxury. To keep “Meimei” spotless, Song Lang had spent so much on grooming alone that he earned a VIP membership.

Song Lang sprinted toward Meimei, eager to mimic Yu Xueqing and mount the sheep.

“Mee~”

The sheep carrying Yu Xueqing spotted its owner charging toward it, widened its eyes, and launched a full-force sheep ram.

“Damn it! Meimei, you—”

Song Lang blurted out a curse and spun around, sprinting away in panic.

Sheep rams hurt—badly.

“Ah—”

Yu Xueqing, gripping both horns, felt like she was riding a high-displacement motorcycle, letting out delighted shouts.

“Meimei! You can’t treat me like this!” Song Lang weighed around two hundred jin, lean and muscular, with explosive power in short sprints.

The sheep chased him several rounds but never managed to hit him.

Amid the chaos of squawking chickens and barking dogs, Qiu Lingling held her milk-white dog firmly down.

“Ying?”

An Sheng, riding a Labrador, approached the camp where others were chatting and resting.

The shepherd dog, startled, scrambled out from under its owner’s skirt and awkwardly greeted the wolf-pack of companions.

“Wang?”

“Wang wang wang—”

The two golden retrievers and the Labrador scolded the shepherd dog with vicious, filthy language for abandoning them.

“Ying?”

Seeing the camp fall silent, An Sheng thought for a moment, then trotted over to Qiu Lingling and gently brushed her arm with his bushy fox tail.

The fox’s tail fur was extraordinarily plush; as it brushed her skin, it felt like countless soft brushes, tenderly and lovingly stroking.

“Sss—”

As the tail swept past, Qiu Lingling felt every hair on her arm stir, a faint electric tingle coursing through her—pleasing, maddeningly itchy.

She sucked in a sharp breath. For the first time, she understood the concept of a fox spirit’s seduction.

Just one tail sweep, and she nearly closed her eyes in bliss.

She couldn’t imagine how wonderful it would be to fall asleep each night after a grueling day at work, lulled by a fox tail’s massage.

“You—”

Qiu Lingling instinctively reached out to stroke the fox’s head—when the tip of its tail flicked her wrist.

She jolted, her gaze locking onto the fox with sudden, sparkling interest.

“An Sheng! Don’t trouble the sisters!”

Yu Xueqing, freshly off her sheep ride, beamed as she picked up the little fox.

“Ying—”

An Sheng let out a loud, clear “ying,” deploying the dead-squeaky voice he’d learned on the music platform.

What had been a shrill fox yelp now sounded like a child’s laughter—pure, bright, crystalline.

With An Sheng deliberately showing off his talent,

Yu Xueqing seamlessly integrated into the camp chatter, while An Sheng dashed straight to the table, lifted his tail, and began mooching food and drink, grabbing a cola and sucking greedily through the straw.

“Ying ying ying—”

Yu Xueqing sighed helplessly, stepped forward, and tugged An Sheng’s tail to rein him in.

Drinking ice-cold cola in summer was fun, but it was packed with sugar.

A normal person shouldn’t drink more than a third of a bottle per day—otherwise, sugar intake would exceed limits.

“He’s really, really good at this.”

Qiu Lingling’s eyes sparkled with hearts as she watched the little fox perched on the table, hugging a cola, sucking the straw with adorable, chubby-cheeked delight.

“Crunch—”

Qiu Lingling asked Yu Xueqing a question, then pulled out her phone and snapped a photo with the flash on.

“Little one, come look at Auntie here.”

The shepherd dog’s owner, dressed in a black gauze dress, placed some freeze-dried treats in her palm, asked Yu Xueqing’s permission, then extended her arm toward the fox.

An Sheng glanced, turned his head, snatched the chicken breast in his mouth, tossed it upward, adjusted his position, and caught it mid-air, swallowing it whole.

“You’ve got to learn this, Bai!”

Qiu Lingling’s eyes lit up, glaring at her own dog: “Watch closely, Bai. Learn well!”

Aside from Song Lang and a few staff maintaining order, nearly everyone in the camp was female.

They were utterly delighted by the fox Yu Xueqing brought.

The little fox had excellent appearance, no odor at all—just a faint, sweet floral-fruity fragrance.

This proved its owner treated it exceptionally well.

Anyone who spent over a hundred yuan on a ticket to bring their pet to a pet park clearly loved animals.

As fellow pet lovers, they naturally felt a bond.

“Huh? How do I raise An Sheng?” Yu Xueqing blinked, embarrassed: “I don’t do much. That little brat’s picky—he only eats cola and chips. Everything else in plastic packaging? He won’t even look.”

“I just feed him meat. Every day I go to the market to buy groceries.”

“Raw meat diet?” Qiu Lingling exclaimed in surprise: “No wonder the little fox’s fur glows in sunlight and stays so fluffy.”

Usually, a pet’s glossy, lustrous fur meant it needed a bath.

Pets may be fluffy, but they still have skin and secrete oils.

To make their fur shine, the best way is to add supplements to their kibble—or go all-in with a raw meat diet.

To make a pet’s fur shiny, the best way is to add various supplements to its dog food, or simply spend a fortune on a raw meat diet.

Raw meat diet? You mean the pork bones selling for twenty-three yuan a jin and ribs for twenty-eight? Honestly? I can’t even afford those.

Raw meat diet? Are you talking about the pork bones selling for twenty-three kuai a jin and the ribs for twenty-eight kuai a jin? Honestly, I can’t even afford those.

Raw meat diet?

Is eight yuan a day for pork belly enough?

What about eight kuai a day for pork belly?

An Sheng let out a satisfied burp, slowly growing fond of Changping Mountain Pet Park.

Everyone here is so nice!

Free food and drinks, and they even let me drink cola.

Food and drink are free, but you bring your own cola.

The other dogs sat in a row at the camp’s corner, exchanging glances, feeling ignored.

The other dogs sat in a row at the camp’s corner, glancing at each other, feeling neglected.

(End of chapter)