Chapter 26: An "Elementary Schooler's" Apology

"What the hell..."

Gao Feng saw the broken office door and the glass cabinets inside, all standing wide open. He was stunned. Did the thief who trashed his company really not fear prison? To dare touch those purple clay teapots? While they weren't necessarily worth a fortune, anything kept in his display cases was a prized treasure for a collector. Seeing someone messing with them made his face pale. To Gao Feng, those teapots were like the precious, busty anime figurines kept in a display case by an otaku. To touch them while he was away was an act of malice no less vile than sleeping with his wife.

"Damn it! Touching my wife!"

Gao Feng didn't care about anything else. He rushed to the front of the display cabinets. Seeing the teapots were still there and the lids hadn't been swapped, he let out a sigh of relief. However, he soon noticed something: all the teapots had been shifted from their original positions. Gao Feng froze, his arm trembling slightly as he reached out to stroke a teapot. He gave it a shake, confirming the weight was normal and that it wasn't filled with excrement.

"They didn't fill my pots with crap, nor did they hide the lids, then..."

"!!!"

Gao Feng noticed the color of the teapot spouts was wrong. His finger brushed against the opening; it didn't feel smooth, but rather like plastic.

"Damn it! They put glue on my wife's spout!"

Gao Feng's expression shifted violently. He checked every single teapot; all of them had glue on the openings. Furthermore, the bases of the teacups in his collection had been flooded with glue and welded to the cabinets.

"Damn it—"

Gao Feng's face turned white, his limbs went weak, and he stumbled back, collapsing into his office chair. But the moment he sat down, he felt something was horribly wrong. He felt a hard object beneath his backside, and it seemed as if some liquid had been squeezed out.

Ansheng had placed all the leftover superglue under the seat cushion of Gao Feng's chair. Worried that the 502 glue wouldn't be enough to seal Gao Feng's anatomy, he had even made some "special adjustments." Each bottle of 502 glue had an extension nozzle and a main opening. Ansheng hadn't unscrewed the extension; instead, he had loosened the connection between the extension and the bottle, hiding them inside the chair. The moment someone sat down, the gravitational force would inevitably crush the unstable connection, squeezing the glue out.

Gao Feng now had a crotch full of 502 glue. 502 glue might be useless for many things, but it was number one at bonding skin. By the time Gao Feng felt the burning sensation of the glue on his skin, it was already too late. His buttocks and underwear had become one. The glue had also touched his private parts. Pale and dazed, Gao Feng clutched his burning groin and collapsed to the floor. The heat from the glue touching his skin wasn't intense, but the pain was immense. His heart was bleeding; he knew he would likely need to go to the hospital to have this "bomb" dismantled and his nether regions cleaned.

"A-Dong... get to the surveillance room! Check the cloud logs!"

"I want to see which outlaw I offended to deserve this kind of treatment!" Gao Feng roared toward the second-floor office, clenching his buttocks tight. He had no choice; the gap and his private area were all bonded together. Any significant movement risked tearing his skin. His angry roar echoed through the building.

"Huh? Boss, the surveillance computer won't turn on."

"That's strange... Did someone remove the hard drive? No, it's still inside."

The employee from the consulting firm crawled under the desk, opened the side panel of the computer case, and stared at it in confusion. Finally, with no other options, he decided to pull the case out to get a better look.

Then, he discovered the power cord wouldn't come out.

"You motherf***ing beast! You put glue in the power plug, and if that wasn't enough, you had to stick it in so firmly!"

"Boss, it's bad! The toilets are clogged! Someone messed with the water tanks, and they won't stop running!"

"If it's clogged, call a plumber! Why are you calling me? Do you want me to unclog the toilet?" Gao Feng roared in fury.

"It's not that, Boss..." the man stammered. "Everyone arrived early today, and so many people used the office toilets..."

"The toilets are overflowing with 'strawberry towers'..."

The toilets were clogged, full of feces, and the flush buttons were broken, causing the water to run continuously. All three problems had converged at once. Gao Feng's pupils dilated: "You mean the sewage is overflowing?"

"The 'strawberry towers' have been whipped by the flushing water..." the man said with a mournful face. "Sewage is invading the office and is currently flowing toward the first floor."

"Damn it..." Gao Feng felt the world spinning. His vision went black, and he slumped to the floor.

"Someone help! The sewage is flooding the surveillance room, and the boss has fainted—I can't move him..."

***

Across from the Gao Feng Consulting firm, at the Six Happiness Tea House on Chang-Le Street.

"Ying ying ying—"

Ansheng, who was barely eighty percent full, blocked his plate with a cunning look on his face. Seeing Chen Peipei pass over a beef ball the size of a fist, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Now was the time to display the "charm tactics" he had learned on Douyin.

"Hmm?"

Chen Peipei smiled as she watched the fox lean out, trying to bite the big meatball. "A good little fox who sits properly gets meat..."

But Ansheng didn't sit down. He revealed the plate he had been shielding, carefully turned his body, let out a soft, tentative whimper, and then opened his mouth to nip at the edge of the meatball with his canine teeth. The fox bit the meatball, but he perfectly avoided Chen Peipei's chopsticks.

Watching his cautious posture, one could tell the little fox was trying very hard, carefully avoiding the chopsticks and looking pitiful.

"Ying ying ying..."

Having retrieved the meatball, Ansheng sat back down, looked at Chen Peipei, and let out a happy whimper.

"Hahaha..." Chen Peipei was stunned, then couldn't help but chuckle with pity, glaring at her daughter. "You brat, did you hit Little An's mouth with chopsticks at home? Why else would our little fox be so afraid of them..."

"Huh?"

Yu Xueqing, who was eating a char siu bao, choked, looking at her mother with a face full of question marks.

"Ying ying ying—"

Ansheng quickly grabbed Yu Xueqing, whimpering continuously to persuade her: "Ah Qing, don't say a word! Don't you see I'm working hard to please our family's money bag? Whether we eat well or drink porridge in the future depends on this!"

'Ying ying ying~ Master, don't argue. If you're not full, Little An will go outside and hunt for you right now...'

With the help of the "machine translation" talent in Yu Xueqing's mind, Ansheng's "fox-speak" showed meanings far beyond simple words, conveying exactly the right amount of coquettishness. Ansheng had gone all out to get Chen Peipei to increase their living expenses. He used every "seductive fox" skill he had seen on Douyin. Chen Peipei was delighted; if she didn't have to go back to run the tea shop, she would have liked to play with Little An all day.

After morning tea, Old Chen paid the bill—five hundred and thirty. Before leaving the tea house, Ansheng signaled Old Chen with his eyes to get him a pen and paper. Old Chen was puzzled but complied; his wife watched the whole time but said nothing. She knew this fox was extraordinary.

"Ying ying ying—"

Ansheng got into Old Chen's car. While Yu Xueqing was still saying goodbye to her parents, he wrote on the paper:

[Uncle, I am sorry. I am a fourth-grade primary school student. We have a running assignment for summer vacation, and we accidentally scraped your car.]

[But don't worry, Uncle. We took advantage of the fact that no one was looking and secretly used a black permanent marker to color over the scratch. You can't see it at all now.]

[Sorry, Uncle, we are going for our run.]

"Huh?"

Old Chen was stunned when he saw what Ansheng had written. What baffled him wasn't that a fox could write, but the content itself. However, a moment later, Old Chen realized what was happening. He looked across the street at the ink-black Panamera that Gao Feng had just bought, which didn't even have license plates yet. It was a brand-new car—so new that Gao Feng hadn't even registered it. To a man, a car was no less than a beloved wife.

"Good grief—" Old Chen exclaimed internally, marveling at the meticulous and highly vengeful fox. He secretly thought to himself that the roast chicken he had gifted him last time was truly worth it.