Chapter 16: Old Deng! My Phantom Bike's Parked Right Below Your Building!

“Whimper, whimper—”

Seeing Yu Zhenghong about to report to the security bureau, Ansheng hurriedly spoke up to stop Old Deng from causing a fuss.

But before Ansheng could make a move, Yu Xueqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly grabbed Yu Zhenghong.

“Dad!”

Under the puzzled gazes of Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei, Yu Xueqing suddenly grabbed Ansheng by the back of the neck and pulled the entire white fox into her arms. Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei twitched at the corners of their eyes and gasped sharply:

“Ah Qing, be careful! Master Fuli is precious, make sure not to hurt him...”

“Master Fuli! He’s mine!”

Yu Xueqing held the little fox tightly and sat on a small stool, resting her chin on Ansheng’s head, her tone muffled but firm.

“?!”

Both Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei were stunned. Yu Zhenghong’s face was full of confusion as he said, “Ah Qing, what you’re saying...”

Ah Qing claims the fox as her own?

To be honest, neither Yu Zhenghong nor Chen Peipei could understand this.

Setting aside the authenticity of the miraculous watch that can fly and is worth four million,

Chen Peipei had verified that the jacket and pet collar on Master Fuli were genuine.

A joint-venture car, worn on a fox!

Ah Qing couldn’t even afford those things, let alone have touched the real items.

“He’s Xiao An. He’s my pet.”

Yu Xueqing hugged Ansheng tightly. “Dad, don’t you remember a while ago when I just came back and asked you about foxes... I was asking for him.”

“You said Master Fuli can’t be raised, that foreign devils and fox spirits are evil and can’t be trusted...”

“...?!”

Yu Zhenghong’s eyes widened, as if recalling that half a month ago, Ah Qing had indeed asked him about fox spirits.

With Yu Xueqing’s confession, an eerie silence fell over the living room of their self-built home.

After a moment,

Chen Peipei couldn’t help but speak, “Ah Qing...”

Yu Xueqing puffed her cheeks, opened her social media and placed it in front of her mother, showing a long row of intimate photos of her and the little fox.

“Mom doesn’t disbelieve you,” Chen Peipei said, not looking at the phone but meeting her daughter’s eyes directly. “Mom wants to ask where Master Fuli... no, Xiao An’s clothes came from. That jacket is made from a super expensive leather bag.”

“You can raise whatever pet you want, and I won’t interfere with your choice, but you must honestly tell me where Xiao An’s things came from.”

Chen Peipei spoke quickly, her tone tinged with urgency and suspicion.

A pet... If Ah Qing likes it, so be it! But where did the luxury items on Xiao An come from?

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Let alone being purchased fakes, if the workmanship is indistinguishable from the genuine, the price wouldn’t be low!

Chen Peipei worried her daughter might have done something foolish.

“I don’t know!” Yu Xueqing shook her head. “This morning, Xiao An was still naked, but when I heard Dad say he’d come by at noon, I secretly hid Xiao An on the third floor.”

“Xiao An said he sneaked out during our lunch to relieve himself, but after meeting an auntie, he turned into like this.”

Yu Xueqing didn’t hide anything and told her parents the whole story.

Reporting to the security bureau was no longer a trivial matter.

At this point, Yu Xueqing didn’t want to waste public resources because of her own timidity.

She naturally wouldn’t blame Xiao An for running off.

Ultimately, she was afraid her father would scold her or send Xiao An to a breeding farm.

Yu Xueqing chose to confess everything.

“An auntie put it on him?” Chen Peipei was stunned, looking at Ah Qing, then at the fox.

The little fox was pure white and flawless, its nose and eyes jet black and glossy—absolutely perfect.

“...That’s what you say, but ask Xiao An if he can find that auntie. We’ll return all those things to her later,” Chen Peipei shook her head and said, “Those things are far too expensive.”

Chen Peipei knew her daughter had a strange gift to communicate with animals, so she said.

“Ah Qing...”

Seeing mother and daughter open up the topic and clarify the whole situation, Yu Zhenghong pondered and asked Yu Xueqing some very important questions:

“When you picked up the fox, did you check if your birth chart matches his?”

“Won’t he bring you bad luck? What aspect can he enhance...”

“Of course, most importantly, does that white Fuli fox have a birthdate and address? I want to...”

However, before Yu Zhenghong could finish, the fox, who had been quietly sitting in Yu Xueqing’s arms, suddenly broke free, landed on the floor, and charged headfirst like a rocket straight into Yu Zhenghong’s groin.

“You old thief, stop your whining here!”

Enjoying the mother’s care and the sweetness of Yu Xueqing’s soft embrace, Ansheng suddenly became furious seeing Old Deng trying to confuse and deceive, and immediately lost his temper.

“What do I enhance?”

“I enhance nothing, but I specialize in targeting males and love to strike superstitious old Deng!”

“Old thief! Scream louder!”

Ansheng slammed his forehead into Yu Zhenghong’s crotch, knocking the old man down onto the fabric sofa, then leapt up and performed a fox kick, launching a second attack.

His tail swung like a white full moon, striking Yu Zhenghong’s face.

“Whimper, whimper—”

The fox’s angry whines echoed through the room alongside Yu Zhenghong’s wails, clutching his groin in pain and despair.

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“Ah Qing... don’t come over to separate them, be careful not to damage the things on the fox. Dad doesn’t want to pay compensation.”

“Ugh... there’s gold on the fox’s paws, ouch—”

Chen Peipei looked at Yu Xueqing.

Yu Xueqing hesitated, then timidly said, “Xiao An... he’s very intelligent. He seems to know Dad was just saying bad things about him.”

Yu Zhenghong dodged, clutching his groin the entire time, with no thought of retaliation.

Such a wild temperament and grudge-bearing nature clearly mark him as a domestic silver fox.

In Taoist terms, he’s undoubtedly a fox spirit master.

Besides customs, the main reason Yu Zhenghong dared not retaliate was his fear of damaging the luxury items on the fox. A few paw prints would be better than paying tens of thousands in compensation.

If only the fox would take off his immunity card, Yu Zhenghong believed he could easily handle him with one hand.

Of course, that’s what Yu Zhenghong thought.

But Ansheng was also holding back force to avoid damaging the precious items he wore.

Though unaware of their price, he knew these things were borrowed and must be treated carefully.

“Whimper! Whimper—”

Ansheng snorted disdainfully, turned around, and climbed up Yu Xueqing’s clothes to rest on her shoulder, glaring fiercely at Yu Zhenghong.

Trying to reason with these superstitious old men is pointless.

I’m a proud Grade Two national fox; if I hit you, I hit you. You can’t make a fox pay your medical bills!

Pah! Have some shame!

[Yu Xueqing’s wish has been fulfilled. Summoning courage, she drew forth Frostmourne and, before her superstitious father, took the white fox’s padded paw in hand and declared boldly: The white fox is mine to raise.]

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“Huh? Two punches and Old Deng’s convinced?” Suddenly two lines of text flashed in Ansheng’s mind.

After reading them, he felt regretful.

Had he known Old Deng was so intolerant of pain, he wouldn’t have bothered with subtle tactics but just kicked his bells from the start.

Of course, that was only Ansheng’s assumption.

The real reason was Yu Xueqing’s brave confrontation with Yu Zhenghong.

Yu Xueqing was a good girl—so obedient that even Yu Zhenghong worried about her.

This was no compliment; in fact, Yu Zhenghong disliked it.

Such obedience often meant a lack of independent thought and will.

It was precisely because of Yu Xueqing’s insistence that Yu Zhenghong chose to yield; he didn’t want to discourage his daughter but hoped she would truly grow.