"Is anyone there?"
"If no one's here... I'm gonna use the glue!"
Ansheng kicked open the boss's office door, grinning mischievously with a plastic bag in his mouth as he stepped inside.
Inside the boss's office at Gao Feng Consulting Company, there was a three-meter long solid wood table, a tea table, and a teapot display cabinet opposite the office.
"Handcrafted purple clay teapot—I like it."
Ansheng took out 502 glue from the plastic bag, gleefully dripped it into the spout of the teapots, and while at it, glued the lids of the three covered tea bowls in the office too.
Upon arriving in the boss's office, Ansheng did not cause any large-scale destruction like before.
Instead, he dotingly dripped two drops of glue onto the spout of every teapot in the display cabinet.
The value of purple clay teapots lies not only in craftsmanship but also in their collectible and practical value.
If water can't flow smoothly from the teapot spout, what practical value is left?
But Ansheng is very cunning, because 502 glue is not an indelible adhesive; it can be removed slowly by heating the teapots.
The value of purple clay teapots varies; their price depends on the maker's fame and the craftsmanship's fineness.
Yet, any teapot that can make it to the display cabinet is worth thousands at least, treated as a collectible.
Ansheng dripped glue on all the purple clay teapots, aiming to torment them without breaking any laws.
Doesn't Gao Feng Consulting Company love causing chaos in Yu Xueqing's dad's livestream?
Don't they have nothing better to do than hop around in Yu Xueqing's dad's livestream every day?
They've got nothing to do; Ansheng will find them something!
They like posting inappropriate links in the comments section and reporting Yu Xueqing's dad's livestream; Ansheng will send inappropriate links to all their client groups!
Initially, Ansheng planned to scout the place in advance and then gather a bunch of protected animals from the mountains and toss them into Gao Feng Consulting Company to report them.
But upon thinking it over, mere fines might not change these troublesome people.
Luckily, he doesn't need to work for money anymore; he'll just bother them for a while, see who endures longer.
"Ah, yes! Can't forget about the door lock..."
After gluing the teapots, Ansheng went to the back of the boss's office computer chassis, unplugged the power cord, applied a circle of 502 glue, and plugged it back in loosely.
Then, he found the file storage safe and gleefully dripped glue onto the key rounds.
"Hehe..."
Ansheng left all the remaining glue opened on the breathable cushion of the boss's chair, eagerly anticipating Gao Feng's predicament when he sits down tomorrow.
502 is notoriously unreliable on most things, but it's exceptional when stuck to skin.
After setting the scene, Ansheng lifted his fluffy big tail, stepped out with an Axe Gang dance step, humming a tune as he left.
On his way out, Ansheng courteously closed the door to prevent any burglars from getting in.
"Ying ying ying—"
Ansheng hopped into Old Chen's bike basket, saluted Old Chen with a raised hand.
Smoking absent-mindedly, Old Chen didn't notice his cigarette had burned out nor the fox returning, he was lost in thought all along.
Until Ansheng spoke up, prompting Old Chen to return to reality, he opened his mouth with a bitter smile:
"Oh Master Fox! You made a mess in there... Be mindful, they might call the cops."
Ansheng, looking unconcerned, waved his hand: "Ying ying ying..."
Call the cops?
Tomorrow they'll be cleaning teapots until their hands soft.
Wondering if extra-thick Vinda tissues paired with glue can keep them blocked for a day.
As Ansheng left, he suddenly recalled the water dispenser inside Gao Feng Consulting Company.
He considered buying a couple packs of laxatives, combine them with the completely clogged toilets, deliver a knockout punch.
Hide some steel wool, wait for them to be unwary... block their car exhaust pipes.
......
On the way home.
As Ansheng passed by Lin Ying's house, he bid goodbye to Old Chen.
Old Chen, looking exhausted, went home; as someone nearing retirement, biking from two until four in the morning left him nearly weary.
But Old Chen had already decided, he'd nap for a bit once home then take his spouse to Changle Street for morning tea.
Where's Changle Street?
Oh, turns out it's across the intersection diagonally to Gao Feng Consulting Company.
...
"Lin sister? Are you asleep?"
Ansheng stepped into Lin Ying's home, seeing the kitchen island still set with untouched cold dishes.
Ansheng hurried into the master bedroom, ready to pull Lin Ying out for some dinner.
The props borrowed from Lin Ying, though didn't come into use in the end.
Yet, Ansheng remembers Lin Ying's kindness!
Naturally, neighborly care is necessary, later on, both his and Ah Qing's Cullinan hinge on her.
"Uh huh!?"
Ansheng pushed open the bedroom door, his nose seemed to catch a whiff of something odd.
Among various fragrances, mingled a scent of blood!
"Whoa!"
Identifying the source of the odor, Ansheng's lively steps abruptly changed, fur standing on end, he sprinted to Lin Ying's bed, pulled the sheets away.
As the sheets were pulled, a strong rusty smell immediately filled the room.
Ansheng, anxiety-stricken, turned around, wanting to check where Lin Ying cut herself.
But pulling the sheets back, what greeted Ansheng was Lin Ying curled up in a ball, her bloodshot eyes looking at him with slight surprise.
Ansheng froze at this sight, a bewildered whimper escaping his lips.
Lin Ying's complexion was as poor as ever, furthermore, despite the air conditioner cranked up, her forehead was riddled with cold sweat as big as rice grains, lips pale and greenish.
Except, Ansheng's forepaw standing on Lin Ying's thigh straightening her curled arm didn't reveal any injuries on her, though the bloody smell was very strong.
"Ying....."
Ansheng stared silently at Lin Ying, visible embarrassment showing on the little fox's face.
Ah right... almost forgot about girl's menstrual cycles.
A few days a month with traces of blood seem quite normal.
Moreover, someone like Lin Ying lying there waiting to die, without any life routine, experiencing pain is understandable.
"Ying ying ying....."
Ansheng, his gaze wandering, discreetly extended his little foot, spread his paw pads apart resembling a blooming plum flower. With his fox toes, Ansheng clamped the sheet upwards.
He returned the sheet, covering Lin Ying.
"No..... I absolutely don't want to eat today, feel like puking."
Seeing the little fox, Lin Ying weakly lay back, raising her arm, placing it over her cold sweat-slicked forehead, her face pale and green shaking her head.
Before she'd feel hungry, yet didn't want to move nor had any appetite.
However, Lin Ying now is totally not hungry, even due to extreme pain, feeling nausea.
"Oh come on sis! Say something more! How am I, a natural solo, supposed to manage this!"
"I can forget women have cycles, now how am I supposed to treat you?"
Ansheng ran hastily in circles, seeing Lin Ying looking like she was in pain, almost ready to pass out.
Ansheng's entire fox self was now numb.
Menstrual cycle; to Ansheng, it's a foreign term.
"Right! Use Lin Ying's phone to search!"
"Oh crap! Says have the boyfriend cook brown sugar water! To hell with brown sugar water, she's about to faint!"
"Call an ambulance, but I can't speak human!"