Chapter 58: How Much Trouble Can a Kid Cause?

In the Changping Mountain Pet Park, Chen Zhi smiled as he watched Yu Xueqing drive away.

“A rather interesting little girl, and that fox is interesting too.”

While showing Yu Xueqing around the breeding area, Chen Zhi keenly noticed that Yu Xueqing seemed to possess a terrifyingly accurate intuition toward all animals.

She just knew what the pets wanted.

And that fox was extremely human-like—before the ostrich arrived, it had plainly feigned indifference to his petting, uttering only lazy little “awws.”

But after the ostrich came over.

Hey—the fox suddenly showed off, massaging its own thigh.

What a little thing that won’t take even a single loss.

“Boss.”

Chen Zhi chuckled as he walked back, and the security captain, who had been waiting in front of the crescent-shaped building, hurried forward to meet him.

“Through surveillance footage, we determined that those crocodiles entered the pet park by crawling through the stormwater and sewage separation pipes, quietly lifting the manhole covers.”

The security captain wore a helpless expression as he informed Chen Zhi of the crocodiles’ origin.

The stormwater and sewage separation project directs rainwater straight into rivers, while domestic wastewater is sent to the treatment plant.

One large and four small Chinese alligators had traveled upstream from the land-connected river outlet, sneaking quietly into their Changping Mountain Pet Hospital.

“Notify the Forestry Bureau. If they want them, let them take them back; if not, keep them here for now.”

Chen Zhi glanced toward the small pond, where the crocodiles floated on the surface, and a piece of meat emitting a bloody scent drifted above the water.

One crocodile suddenly lunged, opening its mouth to bite the pork.

But it missed—and worse, as its jaws snapped shut, its body instinctively began the death roll, trying to tear off a chunk of flesh.

The result? It didn’t get the meat, but spun wildly in the pond.

In less than two seconds, the crocodile spun itself dizzy, floating upside down with its belly exposed, eyes spinning with stars.

Another crocodile lunged forward too, but the current swept the pork away—it also missed, and like the first, spun itself into oblivion.

“Look at how hard they struggle to eat,” Chen Zhi muttered, utterly exasperated.

These crocodiles had zero hunting ability, not even a trace of wild instinct.

Outside a breeding farm, even a single large crab could make them cry in humiliation.

“If only that damn thing over there were as helpless as these Chinese alligators.”

Chen Zhi turned and walked back inside, his face grim—the eight-meter-long estuarine crocodile in the river.

That one wouldn’t be as clueless as the Chinese alligators.

That estuarine crocodile had already eaten two wild boar sires, each weighing over two hundred jin, from Changping Mountain.

……………

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Yu Xueqing had already driven back to Zhangxizhen with her fox, completely delighted.

Today, meeting Boss Chen Zhi, Yu Xueqing had gained free entry to the park.

Anytime she came back, Changping Mountain Pet Park would offer her a free grooming service for her fox.

“Wa—wuuu!”

But the instant Wu Ling Duanjiao Yutou entered the country road, a child in basketball shorts and flip-flops sprinted out from a side path.

The child was crying uncontrollably; Yu Xueqing gasped and slammed on the brakes, heart pounding, watching the child flash past the front of her car.

“That kid… is Chen Zhi from Uncle Bao’s house?”

But Yu Xueqing had no time to wonder why the child was sprinting through the village—Chen Baosheng, wielding a wooden stick, was already chasing after him, face flushed red.

Chen Baosheng’s face was crimson as he cursed loudly.

“What’s Uncle Bao doing?!”

Yu Xueqing leaned out and called out to Chen Baosheng, who was in a blood-frenzy state.

“Nothing much—just beating my kid,” Chen Baosheng replied with a forced smile, still chasing his son while gripping the stick.

But from the words he shouted during the chase,

it seemed Chen Zhi had lost his summer homework.

He’d gone out to play with friends in the morning, and by afternoon, a genius idea struck him—he blew up cow dung in the ancestral hall to show the ancestors.

Chen Zhi ran fast; the other two kids had already been caught, and their parents were demanding to know which family’s filial son had thought up the idea of blowing cow dung in the ancestral hall for their Chen clan ancestors and elders.

Several coat hangers had already been broken; Chen Zhi was now the only one still on the run.

But the other two had grit—they stayed silent.

“. Did karma come this fast? I tore up their homework just last midnight!”

An Sheng couldn’t claim to understand every dialect of Zhangxizhen, but he could guess most of it.

But precisely because he understood some of it, his entire fox body froze in place.

Just one day after removing the collar from this brat, something this big happened?

Remember, the Chen clan ancestors buried in the ancestral hall had all been heroes in life.

Lose even one ancestral tablet, and the Chen clan of Zhangxizhen might vanish from history.

The last Chen elder to be enshrined had been a warrior who carried guns into battle; later, he even commanded tank cannons to bombard enemy capital cities.

His coffin had been wrapped in the national flag when it returned.

And the only person currently qualified to be enshrined in the ancestral hall was Chen Fengshui.

Chen Fengshui’s achievement? Opening wasteland—he turned the lean Dog Gully and Shangpo Mountain into tea plantations, leading the Zhangxizhen Chen clan into a life of tea-farming prosperity.

Blow cow dung… at the Chen clan ancestors?

Amazing.

An Sheng’s fox face was stunned; Yu Xueqing, having understood the curses, was equally stunned.

The ancestral hall.

Those were the resting places of Chen clan heroes.

During festivals, when women menstruated, they weren’t even allowed to approach closely—only permitted to burn incense in outer areas, afraid the blood’s scent might disturb the ancestors’ slumber.

The sanctity of the ancestral hall was unimaginable.

“Geez.”

Yu Xueqing clicked her tongue in amazement, sensing the town would be lively tonight.

Those kids would be lucky if they didn’t lose skin.

Yu Xueqing called her mother and told her everything she’d just witnessed.

Chen Peipei was shocked, then erupted in fury, declaring she’d return immediately.

Yu Xueqing’s maternal grandfather also resided in the ancestral hall.

Unless those brats were hung up and beaten, the villagers’ outrage wouldn’t be quelled.

“Yummyy?”

That night, Yu Xueqing didn’t do livestream sales—she followed her parents to the ancestral hall to watch opera, bringing along a bucket and cloth to clean the hall and wash away its filth.

Because of his special status, Yu Xueqing told An Sheng to stay home and watch his phone.

But after watering his own tea plants, An Sheng slipped out of the house.

He planned to get some props from Lin Ying.

Yet, as the fox flipped into the garden of the large villa,

An Sheng sensed something was wrong.

In front of Lin Ying’s house, a line of people stood in white shirts and ties, alongside women in professional skirts—even the three maids stood silently outside.

Over a dozen people, all heads bowed, faces solemn as if in mourning.

“.”

An Sheng was startled, then turned his head slightly—and saw Lin Ying sitting on the big sofa inside the living room. Instantly, black lines appeared across his forehead.

You bastards—you nearly scared me to death!

(End of chapter)