Chapter 1162 - 1159: Wealth and Conscience

"No way, I feel like I really need to call and ask Momo what she's up to..."

Ansheng thought of Aphro's characteristics, and naturally associated them with Momo's anxiety about beauty. With a quirky expression, Ansheng looked at Lin Ying, who took his phone and called Momo.

Speaking of Momo pursuing strength and thus studying life sciences and gene editing, Ansheng didn't believe it. Given Momo's personality, telling her to study these things would be less effective than directly telling her to research new dishes.

But if she was trying to become more beautiful, Momo would definitely put in a lot of effort.

"Hello? Who's calling?"

Shortly after Master Fuli dialed, Momo answered the call. Through the receiver, apart from Momo's voice, there was also loud noise and a vigorous "Congratulations on Your Fortune" playing.

"Happy New Year～"

Hearing the music on the other side, Ansheng instinctively responded with a "Happy New Year" before asking in frustration:

"What scientific research were you doing before New Year's? How come the Security Bureau in Lingnan called for a house visit at my place?"

"Uh..."

Momo, on the other side, hearing Master Fuli's frustrated voice, awkwardly responded:

"Actually there's nothing much, but right now I'm shopping with family and friends on Flower Street; I'll call back later....."

At Ah Qing's place, they have a family dinner on the 29th of the lunar year, while at Momo's house, the 29th is for putting up spring couplets and shopping on Flower Street.

All of Momo's family, neighbors, and children were around her, making it not the right time for a conversation. Momo could only respond briefly and hang up.

Otherwise, her family might overhear the conversation and misunderstand, worrying she was possessed, and inviting a bunch of quacks over to bind her up in the ancestral hall with holy water.

"So strange...."

Ansheng looked at the hung-up call, sighed, and remarked sarcastically: "So, the things you do can't see any daylight, huh?"

Upon mentioning the Lingnan Security Bureau house visit, Momo nervously looked at her family and hung up the call without explaining, almost like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

No need for Momo to explain further, Ansheng could roughly guess that what she's researching carries some irregular elements.

"Tuh tuh tuh..."

Sitting in Lin Ying's lap, Ansheng took a sip of Coke, looked back at the High Tower, and lifted his paw, lightly waving it to remove the state of flesh and blood pollution.

The milky-white High Tower immediately transformed into fluid, returning to its original state.

The two-story wooden cottage returned to the earth; however, the interior decoration and furnishings were somewhat misplaced.

For example, the TV was embedded in the couch, the tea tray was tilted into the table, and the full fridge turned from beige to pale during its transformation.

"Master Fox, keep it up!"

Feeling perplexed, Ansheng began adjustments while Lin Ying happily encouraged, showing no concern for the loss of hundreds of thousands in properties, nor did she stifle Master Fox's creativity.

Ansheng rolled her eyes and involved Lin Ying in the work.

She didn't miss the money, but Ansheng felt heartbroken about these privileged furniture being ruined.

"Hang the TV back on the wall, and soon, Master Fuli will personally shake milk tea for you...."

"Oh....."

After spending ten minutes in the cabin, Lin Ying's Spiritualization state lifted on the return trip. On the way back, Lin Ying slipped back into the shoes she had kicked off when she arrived.

Back inside the villa.

Ansheng immediately saw Li Wenkang sitting on the terrace in front of the tea room, beside him, a large candle burning.

"Hmm? Are you performing a ritual here?" Ansheng asked Li Wenkang with a puzzled expression.

"My lighter went missing, and the nearest convenience store from your place is a straight-line distance of four kilometers...." Looking perplexed, Li Wenkang answered Master Fuli.

Recently, due to losing lighters often, Li Wenkang switched from his usual four-dollar lighters to solid metal ones, keeping them in his pocket.

This way, he could immediately notice any slight weight change in his pocket.

Yet, the lighter vanished!

Moreover, Master Fuli wasn't present all the while, even if Li Wenkang wanted to suspect something, he found no evidence.

Helplessly, Li Wenkang borrowed a flame from the kitchen and lit a candle.

"Smoke a bit less, it's healthier anyway." Ansheng commented in amazement, observing Li Wenkang while finding the main seat in the tea room and began searching for the electric ceramic stove.

"I only smoke during leisure, when I'm busy, there's no time to bother with it..."

Li Wenkang shook his head, looked at Master Fuli, and said: "Tomorrow, take some time to go to the Security Bureau to pay Vimal's bail and medical compensation. She just went out to shop and ended up hitting the hairstylist on the pedestrian street..."

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While weighing the tea, preparing to brew milk tea, Ansheng glanced at Li Wenkang and gave a questioning look.

"Wait, why is Little Angel fighting? Why do I need to go pay bail? Does this make sense?" Ansheng asked, staring blankly at Old Li.

"She wants to save face, doesn't want it widely known, even doesn't want to see anyone anymore....." Li Wenkang laughed, although unclear about the specifics, when considering Vimal's narcissistic personality and the altercation with the hairstylist.

He could conjure up a scenario in his head.

"Oh? She's completely avoiding people? Then I'll go early tomorrow morning to get her."

Upon hearing this, Ansheng perked up, placed the weighed tea leaves into a glass pot, and began gently heating milk.

"Lin Ying, help me call back Ah Qing and others; the milk tea by Master Fox is ready."

As Ansheng walked to the kitchen, he called out to Lin Ying, asking her to notify Ah Qing and the others to return.

With the villa's vast space, it took quite some effort to call people back without using the phone.

A moment later, Ah Qing, who had been inside the villa touring the house, returned to the tea room, looking quite impressed.

"Hmm? Why does it seem like you're not happy?" Holding a glass tumbler like a shaker cup, Ansheng asked confusedly while looking at Ah Qing, who was reclining in a chair.

"No..."

Ah Qing picked up the milk tea distributed by the little fox, smelled the rich tea fragrance, and then expressed her sentiment:

"Sister Dalin just took us on a tour of the villa; the interior decoration and items are all so beautiful. I'm just lamenting that I can't share these things here with dad and mom..."

The villa's garden, the home's furnishings, and decorations are all extremely elegant and grand.

The little fox's new home is very nice, but what a pity that the things here can't be shared with Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei.

After all... The Fox Immortal Palace spans hundreds of acres, and just the villa itself occupies five acres, enough to accommodate a large family living together harmoniously without feeling crowded.

But this villa is so large, Ah Qing truly didn't know how to explain to her dad that it was a gift from Lin Ying to the little fox.

If she mentioned it, Ah Qing really worried her dad might drag her away overnight.

Recall, during the tea competition last time, Lin Ying gifted a pair of lychees to the little fox, and dad said the little fox couldn't possibly appreciate them, intending to take them for himself.

Yet, upon seeing the label and checking information on Qian Du on the phone.

That pair of lychees is still enshrined in the fridge.

He said one day Sister Lin might want them back, and he would immediately return them to avoid being sunk by Sister Lin.

People's prejudices are like a mountain.

Even a pair of lychees can lead to such reactions, if dad knew Sister Lin gifted a Fox Immortal Palace to the little fox.

Then... Ah Qing couldn't imagine what kind of story dad might concoct in his mind.

Sister Lin is not that bad; her Lin Clan members are all successful in their careers and kind to people.

Matching Ah Qing's impression of wealthy, kind-hearted individuals.