Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 145 Fate's Thread, Can You Really Resist Reading This?

Chen Ruoan seemed to spend her free time being "preached" by Lu Linglong.

At four o'clock sharp, the elementary school gates opened on time, and the noise instantly filled the entire street. Children in school uniforms poured out, their schoolbags swaying, and their chattering laughter, along with the corners of their red scarves, fluttered in the wind.

The roadside was crowded with waiting parents. The elderly stood on tiptoe to look, while the young parents held up water cups or snacks, and their calls rose and fell.

On the street in front of the store, next to a stationery store and a small shop, a plump, round black dog was tied to the base of the wall between the two shops.

This place was originally a bustling area where primary school students came and went, but it still stayed there openly and generously, which shows how docile it was.

Lu Linglong caught sight of the plump, dark figure in the distance, and her heart tightened slightly. As it drew closer, she immediately spread her arms wide, like a crab raising its pincers, warily and carefully guarding against the dog, silently protecting Chen Ruoan behind her.

But the black dog simply stood up slowly, glanced at the two of them, then rolled over and curled up again, finding a more comfortable position, and peacefully continued to sleep.

Lu Jin stared at her great-granddaughter's strange behavior, filled with doubt, and asked softly, "Linglong, what are you doing?"

Lu Linglong blinked her bright, clear eyes and explained matter-of-factly, "An'an is afraid of dogs."

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Chen Ruoan never expected that a casual remark he made to the children during break would be so firmly remembered by this pink-haired girl.

The straightforward and pure kindness, without any impurities, made the fox, who had lived for a long time, feel particularly comfortable.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Walking into the bustling street, the noise and hustle and bustle hit her head, with pedestrians thronging and cars constantly flowing by. Lu Linglong suddenly stopped and turned back, extending her small, white hand to the fox, and said earnestly, "An'an, come and hold my hand."

Even in elementary school settings, there's still this childish behavior: if a boy and a girl are close, someone will quickly come over and make a scene, often ending the interaction in an extremely awkward way for the two of them.

But when it comes to cousins, they seem to have no such concerns at all.

"Why are you holding hands?" Anne Fox asked.

"That way you won't be kidnapped by human traffickers anymore," Lu Linglong explained, tilting her head up and saying each word carefully.

Chen Ruoan's raised hand froze in mid-air, hesitant.

Damn it, is this the charismatic leadership style of a "king of kids"?

With her innate gentleness and sense of responsibility, she learned to take good care of those around her at a young age. It seems only natural that she has grown into the "Ice and Snow Goddess" in the eyes of her fans.

The fox was afraid that its distance would hurt this innocence and kindness, so it clasped its two little hands together.

Chen Ruoan noticed Lu Jin chuckle behind her and immediately gave him a wink.

The two seemed to have activated a mental team voice chat mode.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Lu Jin could tell that the fox was not good at dealing with children. The scene before her was really interesting, as if the fox, which no one could control, had been subdued by her great-granddaughter.

Lu Linglong's arm swayed gently, her small hand only letting go when they parted at the intersection. The man who came to pick up Chen Ruoan was someone she had never seen before. He looked mature and steady, and seemed very reliable.

"Goodbye, Uncle, An'an."

"Sigh~" Xiao Zizai sighed deeply. He was too old to call him that anymore, so he could just call him brother.

Once they were alone, Chen Ruoan asked, "How's the investigation going?"

Xiao Zizai replied, "Indeed, foreign personnel have infiltrated. Last night, our colleagues in North China caught one and buried him in the countryside of Dongshanling. Now only half of his head is sticking out of the ground. We haven't heard of any accomplices carrying out a rescue operation all day."

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Okay, the fox knows who this colleague is.

"We'll go there at 8 p.m. to begin the interrogation and your first treatment."

"No problem." Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses.

After Chen Ruoan finished speaking, he turned to leave and saw a simple book stall set up under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley.

The owner used a few old wooden planks to build a frame, and the ground was covered with a faded blue cloth, piled high with all kinds of old books.

The front row was filled with comic books with curled edges, including "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin". Next to them were paperback editions of martial arts novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long, as well as romance novels by Qiong Yao and Xi Juan. All the books were covered with crumpled plastic film.

The most neatly arranged publications are magazines like "Reader" and "Story Club," which are always filled with popular short stories or Western praise in the style of public intellectuals who fawn over foreign things.

Chen Ruoan knew that it was not unusual for secondhand bookstores to display books in the open; the more explicit and sensational ones were always buried in the piles of miscellaneous books in the corners. This was also why Fox stopped there. He saw a large white leg peeking out from the warm pink cover, as well as the words "Miao Jiang".

"This is an old thing from the last century, and people are still reprinting it. Is the content of 'The Secret History of Peach Blossom Love in Miao Territory' really that popular?"

"Is that right?"

Xiao Zizai glanced at it and said, "You have quite unique tastes."

After he finished speaking, his eyes lit up as he saw the woman wearing a bellyband on the cover and the words "Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty" in dark yellow.

"This bookstall really has a lot of treasures."

Chen Ruoan threw the book back and said, "I was just reminiscing about someone because of this, you're a real pervert."

Fox beckoned to the drowsy shopkeeper in the rocking chair and ordered a comic book and paperback edition of "Journey to the West," along with Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged" and Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood."

In my past life, someone criticized Chen Ruoan, asking, "How low is your emotional intelligence to choose to give books as gifts?"

Chen Ruoan also knew that giving books as gifts could carry a didactic tone, as if implying that the recipient was shallow and needed to improve their knowledge. At the same time, books are a very personal hobby, and if given poorly, they would mostly become dusty burdens in the recipient's home.

But there's no other way; there aren't many entertainment options available these days, and I have a little girl at home, so I have to buy something for her.

As the fox reached the corner of the stairwell in the apartment complex, it changed its identity. When it returned home, the hired nanny had gone out to buy groceries, and Xia He was doing her homework by the living room window.

Chen Ruoan tiptoed back to the sofa silently, with a round backpack next to her.

"Um?"

The fox squeezed it; inside were clothes and two hard, circular objects.

After Xia He finished her homework, Chen Ruoan asked, "Did you bring so many clothes to school?"

"Mmm." Xia He rubbed her eyes and replied with a smile, "My math teacher is getting old and said there are many taboos about using an umbrella indoors, so I closed the umbrella and leaned against the desk. But that reduces the effectiveness of the oil-paper umbrella a lot, so I wore thicker clothes."

"Where's the tape?"

"When there's math class, I wrap my skin with tape. It works better than just wearing clothes." Xia He rolled up her long sleeves, revealing her fair arms, and gestured forward, "Look, Brother Fox, it leaves no trace. I planted herbs on the windowsill and used the medicinal knowledge I learned from Tengshan to make medicine, which protects my skin."

"Can your medication relieve the discomfort caused by the tape sticking to the skin?"

"No, but a class is only forty minutes long, it will pass quickly." Xia He ran to the kitchen, poured some cooled boiled water, and handed it to Chen Ruoan.

"Ah-pi," the fox whimpered, covering its face with its hands, unable to bear listening any longer.

Chen Ruoan, what are you afraid of?

You're a seasoned fox who's seen it all. A mere wishing tree or a few threads of fate that foresee the future can really fool you?

The fox's gaze peeked through the gaps between its fingers at the smiling little girl beside it.

Still laughing, don't you feel wronged?

No need to wait any longer, the fox will get you the treasure certificate right now.

"I'm tired, I'm going to close my eyes and rest for a while."

"Okay." Xia He didn't leave, but sat on the sofa next to her, holding her cheeks with her hands and staring at the fox resting with its eyes closed.

Chen Ruoan's mind cleared, and when she focused, the Prayer Tree before her stood tall and graceful, its branches and leaves spreading out like a canopy. Light, plain ribbons and crimson silk were wrapped around its branches, and prayer slips hung among the leaves, their elegant ink characters trembling gently in the breeze.

This sacred tree already possesses a faint ethereal aura. Its leaves sway gently, and the ribbons and treasure tablets sway slowly. The interplay of light and shadow creates a serene and elegant atmosphere.

The fox immediately closed its eyes, flew along the direction of Xiaheyuan to the branches, covered the treasure tablet with both hands, and then, like a primary school student opening a card while eating "Xiaowanneng" instant noodles, it slowly loosened a corner of its hands that were covering the luster, and secretly examined it.

"A golden legend, it has to be a golden legend, purple is the worst, blue is fine, white is also good."

The precious document beneath his palm revealed its true form, its body radiating a soft, golden glow that was gentle and warm, not scorching the fox.

The light is so familiar and so gentle.

Hu Chenruo'an breathed a sigh of relief and opened her palm with peace of mind: "It's gold. I should have known better than to be afraid. Gold must be a bright red benevolent color."

"Um?"

The fox's smile vanished in an instant. After releasing its grip, the treasure tablet revealed an unprecedented structure, half black and half gold, suggesting that the transformation between good and evil was merely a matter of a thought.

"Here we go again... What about the fate thread?"

Now that things have come to this, can Yuanxian really resist watching?

Chen Ruoan accepted his fate and traced the origin of the connection that led to Xia He. It started as a red thread, an incredibly pure and benevolent connection. The red thread flew toward the wishing tree and would split into two at some future point, one black and one red, each threading into different parts of the treasure scroll.

The black lines will devour all the luster of the treasure scroll, while the red lines will allow the gold to permeate the entire scroll.

"This isn't wartime, there aren't so many things we can't control. It's alright, we can definitely avoid it this time. At worst, no one will die. It won't be like last time. Why would there be so many regrets? Is fate playing tricks? But haven't I been defying fate since 1944?"

Chen Ruoan's mind returned to normal, and without realizing it, she stared blankly ahead and muttered to herself for a long time.

"Brother Fox?"

"Brother Ruo'an?"

"Brother Fox?"

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"Chen Ruoan!" A name rarely heard on ordinary days pulled the fox back from its wandering thoughts. Xia He placed her hands on the back of the fox's hands and said softly, "It's alright, it's alright."

In the blink of an eye, the strange look in Chen Ruoan's eyes vanished. He picked up the plastic bag full of books and slowly opened it: "I brought back some books. Considering that you are still young, I didn't start with romance novels that girls like. So you can read some fantasy novels or witness the pain of marriage."

Foxes have always been exceptionally talented at feigning ignorance.

Xia He didn't take the book at all. Instead, she slapped her hands on the fox's cheeks and carefully pried open the fox's eyelids with her fingers, staring intently into its golden eyes.

"You're not happy."

"Do you want to change your name to Xia Gexiao?"

"What the hell?"

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