Chapter 52: The Fox's Repayment of Kindness

"Do foxes... like to tear things apart?"

Qiu Lingling asked with a hint of curiosity. She glanced at the little fox, which had already eaten its fill and was now lying flat on the ground, before turning her gaze to Yu Xueqing to inquire about her experience in raising a fox.

In most households, people generally limit their choice of pets to cats, dogs, fish, birds, and insects.

For anything slightly more unconventional, it usually amounts to keeping reptiles. To the residents of Jiule City, foxes were regarded as special creatures that could only be admired from afar and never handled casually.

This was also the first time Qiu Lingling had ever encountered a living, breathing little fox capable of casting a charm.

As for the extent of the fox's charm, one only needed to look at its round, plump belly to understand.

That older sister who owned a sheepdog had already contributed over a hundred bills to buy snacks for the fox. And that was before factoring in the contributions from the owners of two Golden Retrievers and a Labrador.

In a mere fifteen minutes, that little fox had earned back the price of its pet amusement park ticket entirely through its own prowess.

"Foxes don't tear things apart."

Hearing Qiu Lingling's curious inquiry, Yu Xueqing replied with a face full of emotion: "When I was raising Xiao An, I actually searched Baidu online. Netizens on Zhihu all said that pet foxes have the hardware of a dog and the software of a cat."

"Meaning they possess both the destructive power and endurance of a dog, while also sharing the mischievous paws and curiosity of a cat."

"I had already prepared myself mentally, expecting to completely replace all the underwear, socks, and shoes in my house..."

"As a result, Xiao An doesn't tear things up at all. In fact, ever since we got Xiao An, we don't even need a doggy door anymore, and the door lock, which used to have some minor issues, somehow went back to normal on its own."

Yu Xueqing spoke slowly, sharing her pleasant experience of raising a fox with the other pet owners.

Ever since Xiao An arrived at her home, Yu Xueqing only needed to be responsible for three meals a day, plus baths and massages. She had never had to worry about anything else.

On occasion, her little fur scarf would even trot back from outside carrying various items.

Sometimes it was food and drinks, sometimes jewelry, and just yesterday, it even brought home two hundred yuan and a bottle of liquor.

That brand-new, unopened bottle of baijiu—Yu Xueqing had scanned the QR code on it, and the retail price was close to four hundred.

If she really wanted to calculate it seriously, excluding those midnight snacks and extra meals, Yu Xueqing had actually profited four million in accessories and two hundred in cash from the fox.

Of course, she wouldn't dare to casually talk outside about that wristwatch.

"............"

After listening to Yu Xueqing's account, both Qiu Lingling and the others in the campsite wore expressions of speechlessness.

When they raised pets, they spent money like water.

Meanwhile, Yu Xueqing raised a pet to make money.

Found a month ago, and one month later, it could go straight to the entrance of the teahouse to solicit customers, bringing in thousands of yuan for the household in a single morning. On top of that, it even knew how to occasionally snatch banknotes from outside and bring them back as its meal money.

Qiu Lingling stood there with a dumbfounded expression, as if she had the words 'I don't understand, but I am deeply shaken' carved directly across her forehead.

Qiu Lingling looked at the white fox, and then looked down at her own creamy-white Tosa dog, Abai.

"Abai!"

"Awooo?"

Hearing her owner's thinly veiled angry call, the Tosa dog Abai tucked its tail, sat sneakily in the corner, and flashed a goofy, sly grin reminiscent of a Samoyed.

Honestly, there was nothing truly wrong with a Tosa dog.

Except for the fact that its guarding instincts were overpoweringly strong, and it had a strange fondness for beating up all sorts of weird, exorbitantly expensive exotic pets.

Just last time, it beat the living daylights out of a Blue-tongued Skink.

If the pet hospital hadn't performed emergency treatment just in time, that Blue-tongued Skink, worth thirty thousand, would have had to lie in Qiu Lingling's arms clutching its own coffin lid.

As for the rest of her Tosa's guarding capabilities, Qiu Lingling didn't know much about them.

However, her family's Tosa Abai belonged to a special category: whenever the cooking oil ran out and you threw the empty bottle into the trash can, Abai would retrieve it a little while later...

And then, carefully carry it back to its original spot.

As long as any object stayed in the house for more than three days, Abai would treat that item as a family member and protect it fiercely.

If Qiu Lingling didn't happen to adore Abai's cowardly, wretched little expression...

She would have thrown this scruffy mutt out long ago!

"Wuu?"

Abai smiled until its eyes vanished into slits, carefully creeping up to the side of its young master and rubbing against her thigh.

Qiu Lingling gave the dog's head an annoyed slap.

Abai didn't mind in the slightest and continued rubbing against her thigh.

"Huu, huu, huu... That totally wore me out!"

Just as everyone in the campsite was admiringly petting Yu Xueqing's little fox, Song Lang strode back into the camp, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face, with his sheep hoisted across both shoulders.

Weighing over a hundred and thirty pounds, the sheep had its four hooves bound tightly together in pairs with a rope and was lugged all the way back to the campsite by Song Lang himself.

That inherently blank sheep face wore an even more idiotic expression as it let out muffled bleats.

Song Lang tossed the fat sheep onto the grass, collapsed directly into a camping chair, grabbed a bottle of cola, and gulped it down greedily.

Although its limbs were bound and it couldn't run away, the sheep still wriggled its body and hid behind Yu Xueqing.

"Whoa..."

As someone meeting Song Lang for the very first time, Yu Xueqing was struck with shock upon seeing him carry a sheep back on his shoulder. Without missing a beat, she nudged Qiu Lingling beside her with her elbow and asked:

"That big guy... is he always this hardcore?"

Wrestling a sheep to the ground on the lawn, tying up its four limbs with a rope, and then carrying it straight back to the camp.

In all her years, this was the first time Yu Xueqing had ever encountered such a ferocious character.

"You mean Big Brother Song? Standard procedure." Qiu Lingling spoke calmly, as if she were entirely used to it. She explained:

"Big Brother Song is a martial arts instructor at a martial arts school, and he's specifically in charge of the advanced class for the 'Green Fitness Course.' It's completely unsurprising that he has this kind of physical stamina. It's just that... Big Brother Song has slightly peculiar tastes."

"He has a very girlish heart... One of his biggest dreams is to ride on top of a fluffy sheep, trying to play the role of a sheep knight."

"An instructor for the Green Fitness advanced class!" Yu Xueqing's eyes widened as she drew in a sharp breath of cold air:

"I never imagined a wealthy tycoon was actually living right by my side!"

Green fitness scores were tied directly to the college entrance examination. Even though universities didn't force students to attend collective training at youth palaces once they enrolled, green fitness classes remained part of university graduation requirements.

Unless one possessed supreme intelligence, smoothly acquiring enough credits to graduate meant that campus green fitness was an utterly inescapable core subject.

Green fitness education had been promoted five years ago.

At that time, Ah Qing happened to be in her second year of high school, standing at one of the most crucial turning points of her life.

Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei had enrolled Yu Xueqing in an off-campus green fitness advanced class to boost her scores.

For the green fitness advanced class, a single student was charged thirty-eight hundred a month, with food and lodging billed separately.

Thirty-eight hundred per student, thirty-eight thousand for ten students, and one could easily rake in three hundred and eighty thousand with a hundred students.

Yu Xueqing looked at Song Lang with a face full of envy. Those who ran tutoring and off-campus advanced classes—weren't they just a very alternative, novel breed of modern-day landlords?

Collecting tuition fees from students every month meant earning a million or eight hundred thousand a year with effortless ease.

".......... It would be great if money was that easy to make."

Hearing Yu Xueqing and Qiu Lingling talking about him, Song Lang, who had just caught his breath, waved his hand and said:

"The ones who make money are the bosses. What does that have to do with me?"

"I'm just a lowly working stiff."