[{"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-70":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},2340523,4575,"Chapter 70: The Pain of the Old Man (Third Chapter—Monthly Tickets and Follows Requested)","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-70",70,"\u003Cp>On the night of Zhangxizhen, three mischievous kids blew up cow dung for the ancestors in the ancestral hall, causing several residents who had settled in town to rush back to the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After disciplining the brats, the adults didn’t leave right away; households lit up with lamps as families sipped tea and chatted, laughing and joking together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Chen Fengshui’s house, visitors were especially numerous—all elderly guests, dressed not in suits but with skin darkened by sun and labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet their ornaments, or the luxury cars parked outside, proved that Chen’s nighttime guests were all middle-aged men who had achieved success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng crouched on the doorpost of Lin Ying’s house, glanced curiously at Chen’s place, then headed home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Qing! I brought snacks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fox cub squeezed back inside through the windowsill, carrying a bag of snacks in its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing smiled as she saw her fox return, ready to open her arms and cuddle the little creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yu Zhenghong, who had been sitting across from her, suddenly brightened, leapt from the sofa, and sprinted toward An Sheng, shouting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blessed Lord Fuli! Please, sir, do you have time tomorrow? Come to Hongfa Tea House and guide this humble brother—help me turn my fortune around!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong slid his hands under the fox’s armpits and lifted Lord Fuli onto the shoe cabinet by the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering incantations, he reached into the bag beside the cabinet, pulled out a bundle of incense and candles, and with solemn face, lit them and bowed deeply before Lord Fuli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Lord Fuli visited the tea house yesterday and boosted morning sales to over ten thousand yuan with a profit of four thousand, Yu Zhenghong thought he was about to take off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, Lord Fuli did not visit the tea house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some casual customers browsing the tea street still stopped by Yu Zhenghong’s shop to ask about tea prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most only inquired, planning to compare prices and taste other options before deciding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, Yu Zhenghong’s tea house mostly served the owners of the neighboring shops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Yu’s booming business yesterday, the neighboring tea shop owners now each held incense and candles, ready to worship the fox immortal Yu Xueqing had brought home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had experienced the hardship of Lord Fuli—four thousand yuan in daily profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong couldn’t go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt he was still young, able to endure the trials of earning four or five thousand yuan a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earning 120,000 yuan a month, 1.5 to 1.6 million a year in cash—he could retire in four or five years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Vow incense? You’re really splurging, old man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng, lifted off the ground, was confused—until he heard Yu Zhenghong’s prayer and saw the burning incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a soft whimper and couldn’t help mocking the old man for spending so lavishly on incense and worship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incense Yu Zhenghong lit now was nothing like the cheap, sawdust-and-scent sticks he’d burned yesterday at the tea house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For people from Xiadong, incense had natural tiers—high, medium, low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst was ordinary stick incense: pure sawdust mixed with fragrance and dye, nine yuan for a big bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better incense used sandalwood, even if only a little—still, it burned real sandalwood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-grade sandalwood cost 1,500 yuan per kilogram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The finest was coarse stick incense kneaded from pure sandalwood powder, then gilded with gold leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this vow incense must use domestic sandalwood; using foreign wood would suggest insincere devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng saw the vow incense and instantly knew the old man’s scheme—he burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng flicked his tail, snatched the snack bag, and dashed to Yu Xueqing’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ying ying~ Master, your dad’s terrifying—he looks like he wants to stew me in a pressure cooker.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nestled in Yu Xueqing’s arms, An Sheng grinned mischievously, telling her his tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad! You scared Xiao An!” Yu Xueqing turned after hearing the fox’s babble and scolded her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could I scare Lord Fuli! I’ve burned incense for forty years—you think you know spirits, but I know them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong snorted, sticking the precious incense into the incense burner on the cabinet: “You’re good at studying, but this stuff—human relations—you’re just a kid, what do you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time I’m free, I’ll take you to a Daoist temple to learn how to properly light incense and worship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing stared at him, utterly speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t touch those incense sticks—they’re made of aged sandalwood, calming the nerves, aiding sleep, and dispelling cold and stagnation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We don’t believe in feudal superstition—but if you have time, persuade Lord Fuli to drop by the tea house. I swear to heaven—I’ll let him just sit, nothing more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong had no shame—he didn’t care what his daughter thought of him. Four thousand yuan a day in profit? He’d flatten his ancestral home and build a fox immortal temple if he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swear to heaven?” Yu Xueqing and An Sheng both wore identical skeptical expressions. Yu Xueqing ventured: “...Did you swear to Mazu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, where were we?” Yu Zhenghong instantly changed the subject, refusing to mention coaxing the fox to the tea house again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! We were talking about tips—stick to selling goods, don’t get distracted. If someone tips you, don’t accept it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially if they send you ‘Yinfu No.1’ or ‘Jialianhua’ asking for your WeChat or photos—don’t believe a word. Those bastards scam you, then file underage refunds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong continued to teach live-streaming experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just sell goods—don’t mess around with side tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentioning underage refunds, his face darkened with weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those con artists didn’t just use fake accounts to crash livestreams—they also used tipping scams, then immediately filed underage refund claims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though reporting them wouldn’t ban their accounts, Yinfu would cut their livestream, force the host to reform, and warn them to use room moderators and delete bad comments promptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a livestream got cut, the day’s accumulated heat was ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, whether the stream cut or not didn’t matter much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But underage refunds? Those hurt. Yu Zhenghong could only glare as they took money straight from his wallet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The con artists treated him like a fool—they used Guozi platform for tips, where refunds were easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave him a hypertensive fit, yet he could only watch helplessly as they maliciously stole and refunded his money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the thick-skinned Yu Zhenghong looked heartbroken talking about it, clutching his chest—if not for his daughter’s presence, he might have burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong, using Chen Peipei’s account, asked Yu Xueqing for a room moderator ID, saying he’d wait two days until she got used to the livestream rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d pay out of his own pocket to tip Yu Xueqing with Yinfu No.1 to boost her heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei’s money was pooled into one shared account—whichever needed cash would take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tipping a livestream? Even to boost his daughter’s popularity—he dared not, afraid of stirring up trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d tipped female streamers before, but Chen Peipei had forgotten to confront him because the tea house was so busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong didn’t want to reopen that wound—three or five thousand yuan from his secret stash wasn’t a big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after one a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing carried An Sheng to bathe, then washed herself and prepared for bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d helped clean up after the chaos at the Chen Ancestral Hall—it had been exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the parents of the three brats promised to host a banquet tomorrow at the hall to apologize to the ancestors and villagers, hoping to bury the incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying, having just left the Public Security Bureau, didn’t head straight to her Zhangxizhen villa—she had the car drive opposite Fenggao Consulting and told Xiao Lin to bring her a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time crept toward the company’s work hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brand-new Porsche parked in front of Fenggao Consulting; Feng Gao strolled in, whistling lightly, looking relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third chapter update—please vote for monthly tickets, collect, and follow\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1338,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","328ed1c36f77491491fe96326a0511ae64f168cde787e56265f51bf1c754ba80","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-71","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-69",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]