The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 473: Establish Your Status in the Family!

"Does he seem to know he's cute?"

During a casual chat after lunch, Li Qiuxia keenly noticed a problem.

It was Ah Qing's pet fox, who seemed to know it was really cute. It used its looks to trick Ah Qing into giving it meat jerky and snacks, and then went to the kitchen to bewitch Chen Peipei, carrying a bottle of iced cola upstairs.
Every movement of the little fox, captured in a snapshot, can produce a top-notch, truly photogenic result.

"I guess so?" Ah Qing pondered for a moment, thinking about Xiao An's past behavior. She did feel that Xiao An seemed to be deliberately acting cute every day.

"What are you still standing there for? The show's starting."

Chen Peipei put the bowls and chopsticks in the sterilizer, came out of the kitchen, and smiled as she invited the lady sitting on the sofa to play mahjong.

During holidays and festivals.

The men chatted animatedly at one table, while the women gathered at one or several tables to play cards or mahjong; the room was very lively. However, Li Qiuxia sat down with an embarrassed expression. She didn't understand much about these things.

"What? I think I heard someone calling me?"

The little fox poked its head out from the second floor, looking at the group of people playing mahjong on the first floor with a happy expression.

Master Fuli used all four legs to quickly run up the stairs to the dining room, jumped onto Chen Peipei's lap, sat down with an air of self-importance, and placed his paws on the table, revealing a confident smile:

"Ah Qing! Bring me my iced cola!"

"Today, An is going to prove her family status in front of her relatives and show off to her aunts, especially your aunt. An's crickets are shedding feathers every day. I'm going to pluck all the lint out of her genuine leather wallet later!"

"?"

When Ah Qing saw the little fox sit on the table, she slowly typed a question mark and looked at the little fox with a face full of black lines.

You were hiding Coke upstairs, weren't you? What are you doing here, getting in the way?

Although Ah Qing didn't want to talk about feudal superstitions, Xiao An really had a talent for making money easily.

It all started with playing mahjong in the hotel, which caused Momo to have menstrual cramps.

Then there's helping Youyou spend money on gacha pulls, turning Youyou into a hopeless lucky charm addict. Countless things have proven one thing: Xiao An is a chosen one with incredible luck.

"He couldn't have made Auntie's period cramps, could he?" As Ah Qing pondered this with a strange expression, Chen Peipei, who had already figured out the situation, was stunned and her eyes widened immediately.
"Holy crap? Does getting this card shorten my lifespan?"

Ah Qing, who was watching the mahjong table, walked away from behind her aunt Yu Jingwen and came behind Chen Peipei. She glanced at the cards and her eyes widened immediately.

The Red Dragon, Green Dragon, and White Dragon are all in the hand. There are two pairs. As long as you draw either one of the two pairs, you can directly get a Big Four of Happiness.

This thing.
Is it really possible for a person to tell by touch?
Ah Qing's lips twitched, as if she saw her little fox, like a martial arts master, jump onto the card table, strike a pose, and extend an invitation to everyone, her face full of seriousness.

He was practically speaking human language: "I'll do twelve laps!"

"Is it really that weird?" Seeing the strange expressions on the mother and daughter's faces and their nonsensical talk, Yu Jingwen muttered with a black line on her face, and then played a card.

After one round.

"Bullshit!"

"Hu? Chicken Hu?"

"Big Four Happiness"

"Incredible! A quadruple win before even two cards were played!"

Yu Jingwen stared wide-eyed at Chen Peipei, whose luck seemed to defy all odds.

But the Fuli Master in Chen Peipei's arms was patting the card table with a happy expression, indicating that they should start the next round quickly.

Hurry, hurry! Master Fuli has an appointment tonight, and he'd like to add an Australian lobster to his bowl!

An afternoon passed.

Chen Peipei looked utterly bored. As soon as she picked up her hand, she didn't even need to have all the tiles in her hand; a quick glance was enough to tell her what hand she would win with. "Sigh, my luck is really on fire today. If I had known, I would have taken a big plane to Taiwan for a spin."

An Sheng glanced at the time, hesitated for a moment, and then murmured to A Qing, "A Qing."

"I'm going shopping with some friends tonight, so I probably won't be home for dinner. Just leave the door open for me."

Chen Peipei, engrossed in the game, was clearly addicted to mahjong and probably wouldn't be cooking anymore. "Want to go out and play? Come on!" When A-Qing saw Xiao An say he wanted to go out and meet his friends, she agreed to the little fox's suggestion without thinking, urging him to go find his cronies.

At a card table, there were four people, and three of them had dark expressions on their faces.

Li Qiuxia, who wasn't very good at playing cards, gritted her teeth and stared at Chen Peipei as she taught her all the winning strategies.

Although the stakes were small, only a few cents, I still lost over two hundred in one afternoon.

See you tonight!

An Sheng jumped down from Chen Peipei's arms and walked towards the outer door while humming and hawing.

The moment the little fox left, Chen Peipei casually played a card with a delighted expression.

"Kong!" Upon seeing the Wan tile, Li Qiuxia immediately picked up the tile in one swift motion, and simultaneously drew the last tile.

"Hmm?" Chen Peipei was taken aback.

"I won!" Li Qiuxia, who had just drawn the last tile, ran her fingers over the tile and immediately smiled, having won a chicken hand.

"Uh"

Seeing this, A-Qing looked at her father and asked, "Dad, are we ordering takeout tonight? Mom might need to work for another four or five hours."

Chen Peipei has been winning all afternoon, and now it's clear that the tide has turned against her.

She wanted to cook, but the others wouldn't let her off the hook.

"Huh? Is it that addictive?" Yu Zhenghong asked, looking puzzled, as he chatted and drank tea with his younger brothers in the courtyard.

"It's probably not about addiction anymore, is it?" Ah Qing asked with a slightly subtle tone.

…………

"Boom~"

With a joyful expression, An Sheng climbed over the wall and ran to the Lin Ying villa across the street. He took three steps to climb the wall, flipped over and landed in the garden, and stepped into the house.

"Old Lin!"

Master Fuli raised his hand and greeted Lin Qi, who was sitting in the garden with his legs crossed, smoking, drinking beer, playing games, and arguing with others via voice chat.

then.

An Sheng noticed that someone was inside the house. Feng Wenyu was sitting on the steps in front of the villa’s entrance, leaning against the wall, holding a thick mobile phone and looking at something very intently.

"Hiding in the corner like a lewd fox, you went to Lin Ying's house to look at lewd pictures, didn't you?"

An Sheng imitated the Border Collie's crouching posture, flying close to the ground along the lawn, and suddenly leaped out, startling Lao Feng.

"!?"

Feng Wenyu's body suddenly rolled backward, instinctively reaching for his waist, but in just a moment, he recognized the voice of the person who had spoken, saying irritably:
"I'd rather look at erotic pictures."

"However, unfortunately, they are not." Feng Wenyu sat back down in his original seat and said:

"It contains a list of industrial spies. We need to go there to investigate. We can't disclose the details."

Spies do not only steal secrets; some also infiltrate or rely on vertical integration within certain businesses to steal important trade secrets or monitor other matters.

They receive these reports every day. After being screened by the logistics department, they are sent to internal mobile phones. Eight out of ten of them are problematic. They need to conduct field visits to determine whether to make an arrest or transfer the case to the public security bureau.

"Tch, boring." An Sheng shook his head, showing no interest in capturing spies.

"Oh, right, someone inside is looking for you. It seems to be some kind of makeup artist," Feng Wenyu said to An Sheng, as if he had just remembered something.

Just now, a group of people came up to the second floor carrying large and small boxes, saying they were looking for Master Fuli.

"Makeup artist?"

(End of this chapter)