The House-Destroying Fox

Xiao Chi paused for a moment.

Yu Fuli raised her head, her glassy eyes staring straight at him, clearly displaying accusation and a hint of urgency.

The claws pressing on his wrist weren't forceful; they were more like an awkward obstruction. The downy hairs at the fingertips lightly brushed against his skin, causing a slight itch.

Xiao Chi lowered his eyes and stared at those beautiful heterochromatic eyes for a moment.

The restaurant was so quiet that you could faintly hear the pendulum of a clock in the distance.

With a slight twist of his wrist, he took control, and following Yu Fuli's posture, steadily pushed the porcelain plate back in front of the fox.

This time, it was placed in the very center of the dining table, next to his seat.

"Eat." His voice still betrayed no emotion, but as he withdrew his hand, his fingertips seemed to inadvertently brush against the particularly soft tuft of fur behind Yu Fuli's ear.

Yu Fuli shuddered, her ears snapped back to the back of her head, then she forced herself to stand up again, trying to remain calm.

He glanced reservedly at the food so close at hand, its aroma wafting into his nose.

The fierce battle between "dignity" and "appetite" within me finally came to a conclusion with the sincere sobs of my stomach.

He lowered his head and took a small bite of a perfectly cooked piece of meat. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he couldn't help but glance at the man beside him.

Xiao Chi had already sat back in the main seat and began to eat his lunch with an elegant posture. The lines of his profile appeared somewhat faint in the slanting afternoon light, as if the small confrontation just now had never happened.

But Yu Fuli clearly remembered the temperature of his fingertips and that ambiguous touch.

Was this person doing it on purpose?

As he chewed the tender, juicy food, a deeper ripple of suspicion stirred within him.

The tip of its tail curled quietly on the chair surface, then loosened again.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Yu Fuli lazily stretched out like a melting snowball, softly sinking into his exquisite little nest with its soft cushions.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windowpane, giving him a fuzzy, golden glow.

"System, the methods you gave me are completely useless," he muttered angrily to himself, his claws unconsciously digging into the edge of the cushion. "Where is Xiao Chi angry? Not only is he not annoyed, he even said I could go to the kitchen and push things around as I pleased!"

He grew angrier and angrier as he talked, and couldn't help but roll his arms and paws in the air, flailing wildly as if he were fighting an unseen opponent.

Its snow-white, fluffy fur undulated with its movements, revealing its pink paw pads intermittently.

To the maid who was quietly wiping a vase not far away, there was the incredibly handsome fox prince, lying on his back without any regard for his image. His short, chubby paws were scrambling around in the warm light, looking so adorable that one couldn't help but want to go over and pet him.

[...Based on the latest data samples retrieved by this system,] the system's electronic voice seemed to carry a hint of human confusion, [90% of humans experience significant negative emotions when encountering such deliberate disruptive behavior. The target, Xiao Chi, may just happen to belong to that 10% of abnormal data.]

"Something's wrong?" Yu Fuli stopped struggling, rolled over, rested her chin on the edge of her nest, and stared blankly into space with her heterochromatic eyes. "Is his brain a little different?"

The thought popped into his head, and he felt inexplicably troubled, his tail drooping listlessly.

"Then... what should I do next?" Yu Fuli buried her chin in her soft front paws, her voice muffled, revealing a sense of bewilderment after her plans were thwarted.

[Searching for high-success-rate solutions... Search complete.] The system's electronic voice was calm and even. [Based on cross-analysis of big data, defecating on the target's bedding, and persisting over a long period, can achieve a 100% success rate in provoking them. Human tolerance for this behavior is generally close to zero.]

Yu Fuli: "..."

His entire fox froze, the tips of his ears standing up like straight exclamation marks.

"Isn't there... a more dignified way?" He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty, trying to maintain his last bit of composure, but his tail had already awkwardly curled up, trying to curl himself up even tighter.

He, Yu Fuli, was, after all, a refined and cultured fox spirit.

Sneaking into someone's bedroom and doing that kind of thing in such a private place?

Just imagining that scene made his snow-white fur burn; it was utterly unseemly!

[…Researching again, target category locked: common behaviors of canines. Search complete.] The system's voice paused briefly, then continued, [Recommended for the host to attempt destructive behavior, i.e., indiscriminately and intensively destroying visible items within the living environment.]

Yu Fuli, who had been listless and drooping, suddenly stood up with her ears perked up.

The dimness in those beautiful heterochromatic eyes quickly faded, as if two small, vibrant lights had suddenly been ignited.

Demolition?

This is good! He knows this well!

Although he had never actually done it, he had at least seen pigs run even if he hadn't eaten pork...

No, it's that even if you've never destroyed your own home, you've always seen dogs destroy theirs!

The scenes of utter chaos, as depicted on television and in rumors, flashed rapidly through my mind.

Without tarnishing his elegant claws and noble character, it can still create a double impact on both the eyes and the mind.

It was a style of destruction perfectly tailor-made for him, full of artistry!

"Great idea!" he almost blurted out, his tail tip already starting to wag rapidly and slightly uncontrollably, making the soft pads rustle.

It's as if I can already see the cracks appearing on Xiao Chi's icy face as he faces the mess in the room.

All the laziness vanished instantly, replaced by a restless, slightly mischievous excitement.

He gently sharpened his claws and began to carefully examine the gleaming floor, the expensive furniture, and the art pieces that looked exceptionally fragile and easily broken...

Where should we start?

Yu Fuli acted immediately.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, but Xiao Chi simply went to his study to handle official business as usual.

Yu Fuli quietly slipped out of her little den.

He stood in the center of the living room, surveying the austere and meticulously designed luxurious residence, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming with a restless light in the dim light.

The first to suffer was the half-person-high celadon vase placed against the wall.

It is said to have come from an official kiln of a certain dynasty and is quite valuable.

Yu Fuli bent its hind legs slightly, and with an elegant leap, precisely rammed into the furry body—

"Clang!"

The crisp cracking sound was especially pleasant in the quiet night.

Porcelain shards scattered everywhere, breaking into pieces under the moonlight.

Yu Fuli landed lightly, turned around to admire her masterpiece, and wagged her tail proudly.

Good start!

Next up is the sofa.

The genuine Italian leather has an excellent feel.

Yu Fuli revealed its carefully honed claws and began to create art on them.

stab-

A long, resonant sound rang out, followed by several clear scratch marks that crisscrossed, reminiscent of modern abstract art.

He became more and more enthusiastic as he worked, completely immersed in this "artistic destruction".

The curtains were torn down halfway and dragged on the floor; several hardcover books were pulled from the bookshelf, their pages scattered; the crystal ashtray on the coffee table rolled onto the carpet, thankfully without breaking...

Just as he was trying to jump onto the seemingly exorbitantly priced LCD TV, considering whether he should add some patterns to the screen, he suddenly heard a very soft sound of a door opening behind him.

Yu Fuli froze, maintaining his preparatory jumping posture, his ears alertly turning towards the source of the sound.

Xiao Chi was already standing at the study door at some point, with a suit jacket casually draped over his arm, seemingly preparing to return to his bedroom.

The main light in the living room wasn't on; only a few wall lamps emitted a hazy glow, which perfectly illuminated the mess on the floor.

The air froze instantly.

Yu Fuli held his breath, his heart pounding beneath his thick fur.

Here it comes! We're finally going to see this guy change his tune!

Anger? Shock? Or a cold rebuke?

He even secretly adjusted his posture to ensure he could perfectly capture the other person's first change in expression.

Xiao Chi's gaze slowly swept over the broken vase, the battered sofa, the drooping curtains, the scattered books...

His face was expressionless, showing neither surprise nor anger, nor even a flicker of emotion; not even his eyebrows twitched.

That calm, unwavering gaze made Yu Fuli feel more uneasy than any outburst of rage.

Just as Yu Fuli began to doubt whether he hadn't seen clearly at all, or was simply sleepwalking, Xiao Chi moved.

He strode confidently around the debris and rubble on the ground, walked straight to the frozen fox, and stopped.

Yu Fuli involuntarily shrank his neck, already prepared to receive a lesson, or at least a cold expulsion.

However, Xiao Chi simply bent down slightly and extended his hand—

Yu Fuli nervously closed her eyes.

The expected neck grab or head slap did not occur.

A warm hand landed on his head, the movement even described as gentle, stroking the hair on his head back, the fingertips inadvertently brushing against his sensitive earlobe.

"Have you had enough fun?" A deep voice sounded above him, revealing no emotion, only a hint of weariness.

"Let Aunt Chen clean it up tomorrow."

After saying that, he straightened up, as if he were just passing through a piece of insignificant chaos, and continued walking down the corridor leading to the bedroom.

He took two steps, then stopped, turned half his face to the side, and added, "Don't touch the TV, you can't afford to pay for it."

His tone was so calm, it was as if he were saying, "Remember to bring an umbrella if it rains tomorrow."

Yu Fuli remained frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time, until Xiao Chi's figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

A strange sensation lingered on the spot where my head had been touched, and my ears were still slightly warm.

But he felt no joy at the success of his plan; only a cold sense of bewilderment and a deeper, unvented frustration.

This person...

What's wrong with this person?!

He looked down at a glittering shard of celadon porcelain beside his paw, in which was reflected a white fox with a dazed and slightly disheveled look.

The house-demolition plan was a complete failure.

Not only did he fail to provoke the other party, he also looked like a fool who used all his strength but punched a cotton ball, and was even taken advantage of.

Yu Fuli was extremely frustrated. He raised his paw and viciously swatted the porcelain shard away.

The porcelain shards clattered and rolled away, echoing in the quiet night.

Just like his mood right now.