Chapter 14: The Fox’s Speechless Chicken... Here Comes the Chicken Soup!
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Ansheng stayed at Lin Ying’s house for a long time.
After Ansheng rolled on the floor, clinging to Lin Ying’s thigh with incessant whimpering and pleading,
Lin Ying, who had long lost interest in life and was even too lazy to commit suicide, prepared to starve herself to death. She looked down at the mischievous little creature on the floor, sighed softly, and called over the housemaids from the first floor to help.
High-end luxury goods aren’t always custom-made, but every piece of jewelry is designed specifically for the wearer.
For Ansheng to wear those items, naturally, Lin Ying had to help with the handiwork.
The Patek Philippe Moonphase... was dismantled.
The pure gold bracelet... was straightened with pliers.
The Hermès orange leather bag... was cut up.
Lin Ying, dressed in a nightgown, sat on the sofa chair in the walk-in closet, her gaze wandering as if lost in thought, completely unfazed by the housemaids dismantling the items.
This scene... Lin Ying remembered when her daughter first entered kindergarten, the teacher had assigned a parent-child craft project.
Back then... in the walk-in closet, her silly daughter, beaming with delight, held a pair of scissors and cut up her own bag.
She even complained that her mother bought counterfeit goods, and the bag’s quality was so poor it tore with a single cut.
Whether true or not... Lin Ying didn’t care; she just looked on with a deadpan expression at the little troublemaker who was rummaging through her wardrobe, tossing everything to the floor in disarray.
Recalling this amusing memory, Lin Ying forced a stiff smile onto her lifeless face.
Ansheng stood proudly on a glass display case, all fours planted firmly, her face radiating joy as the maids measured her.
Both Lin Ying and Ansheng smiled as the leaders of this operation.
However, the three housemaids’ expressions, while not quite grimacing, were certainly grim and strained.
As the housekeepers of this mansion, they were well acquainted with Lin Ying’s and her husband’s various precious accessories.
While Lin Ying, the owner, felt no pain, their hearts trembled as they cut and dismantled the treasures.
Especially when they placed the watch, now stripped of its strap, on the white fox’s neck to use the Hermès orange leather from the bag to sew a pet collar.
They maintained suffocating expressions throughout. The reason for this was... the watch on the fox’s neck belonged to Lin’s husband and was worth nearly four million yuan on the market.
Four million yuan dangling from a pet’s neck—anyone who saw it would feel breathless, their heart skipping a beat.
Yet Ansheng was oblivious to all this, only thinking the sparkling blue watch looked quite pretty.
Lin Ying’s wealth was beyond Ansheng’s imagination.
“Ah—what a pity...”
After changing into the new outfit, Ansheng turned around, looked at Lin Ying who was still lost in thought, sighed deeply and said:
“Actually, I think we make quite a pair—poor me with wealthy you—and besides, we both have long legs... but alas, we don’t speak the same language!”
“In that regard, Ah Qing definitely wins overwhelmingly!”
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Ansheng’s boastful words echoed with clear, childlike whimpers throughout the walk-in closet.
She jumped down from the display table and proudly admired herself in the full-length mirror wearing her new battle attire.
“Ahem...”
Snapping out of her pride, Ansheng strode over to Lin Ying, her legs adorned with golden bracelets, stood upright, and rested her head on Lin Ying’s thigh, saying, “Hey! Stop daydreaming, it’s past mealtime now.”
“Lend me these things for a few days, I’ll return them later... don’t worry! I live right across the street, and there’s a record of illegal crossing at the Public Security Bureau—no way I’m running.”
The string of clear, childlike whimpers and laughter stirred Lin Ying from her reverie.
The smile on Lin Ying’s face faded; she raised her hand to pat the little fox’s head but said nothing, turning to walk back to her bedroom.
“Clean up the scraps in the walk-in closet. You don’t need to bother with that fox.”
“Understood, Miss Lin...” The housemaids were about to stop the fox from leaving but fell silent upon hearing Lin Ying’s order, just watching the fox with wide eyes.
They stared as Ansheng walked from the master bedroom down to the first floor.
The little fox seemed to think she was too clean and deliberately rolled on the floor before going out, leaving scratch marks where the golden bracelets rubbed against the floor.
“Hiss...”
The maids winced, worried that the bracelets might get scratched and the watch might get lost.
Lin Ying didn’t care, but they felt it deeply.
——
After leaving Lin Ying’s house, Ansheng deliberately rolled on the ground a few times, deliberately dirtying herself, preparing to masquerade as a stray fox.
More precisely, a fox heir from a wealthy family accidentally lost in the mortal world.
The old me, you ignored.
The new me, how much do I resemble the past?
Superstition?
Come on, try to push me away now!
Don’t you see I’m decked out in gold and silver, from a family with the richest roots? Let me ask you, don’t you want that fictitious bounty from a wealthy family?
Ansheng dared to bet her bell that when Yu Xueqing’s father saw her, his eyes would pop wide open.
Superstition is nothing against the power of money.
“Whimper—whimper—”
Ansheng wore a cheeky grin as she walked, her fox head held high as if reaching the heavens.
When she reached Yu Xueqing’s alley and the Lai Fu household, she leisurely whined twice.
Having stayed at Lin Ying’s for hours preparing her new look, Ansheng had skipped her precious lunch and was now very hungry.
She licked her lips and carefully climbed onto the windowsill at the entrance of Yu Xueqing’s alley.
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“!?”
Inside the house, Yu Xueqing suddenly heard the clear whimpering and paused, quickly scanning the room to find the little Ansheng who had sneaked out.
“Huh? Aren’t the shiitake mice all in the pot? Where’s the sound of a mouse coming from?”
Yu Zhenghong, lying on the sofa and scrolling through short videos to aid digestion, was puzzled and looked around suspiciously.
“Honey... honey...”
Yu Xueqing’s mother seemed to have spotted the source of the childlike laughter. She glanced over and discreetly nudged her husband’s foot, her face full of shock.
“Quick... look at the dining room windowsill, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me—a golden fox!”
At her call, Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing both turned their heads sharply toward the dining room windowsill.
“Hiss—”
Father and daughter both gasped in unison.
They saw a pure white, spotless little fox perched on the windowsill, its tiny paws adorned with four shining golden bracelets.
Around its neck, the collar held a dazzling blue watch emitting brilliant light.
Although Yu Zhenghong didn’t know what the sparkling item on the pet collar was, he recognized gold!
That fox was wearing golden bracelets!
And the waist-like accessory—that pattern, how could he forget? Damn Chanel!
He had recently bought his wife a gift to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary!
He had practically bled buying it, and now he saw it on a stray fox!
Yu Xueqing’s eyes widened, completely unaware of what had happened to little Ansheng over the noon hour.
“Heh heh heh!”
Ansheng jumped from the windowsill onto the dining table, wearing a mischievous grin as she looked at Yu Xueqing’s father. She slowly raised her paw and proudly tapped the food cover.
Her proud, raised head seemed to say, “Give me some delicious food.”
“Ah Qing... where did this come from?” Yu Zhenghong’s eyelids twitched nervously, watching the fox’s brazen confidence.
“She’s... greeting you and saying she’s hungry,” Yu Xueqing translated, utterly dumbfounded.
Ansheng slowly extended her paw, a look of pride on her face, and leisurely let out a whimper:
“Allow me to introduce myself properly: I am the solution to dogs who can’t act spoiled and cats that won’t cling, yet I also combine a dog’s nagging and a kitten’s mischievous paws.”
“I am a leucistic red fox with a Beijing household registration—”