This is forcing the fox to train the dog!

Xiao Chi was indifferent to his destructive behavior, but because of a trivial nickname given to him by an outsider, he so swiftly and decisively expelled the other party.

Yu Fuli couldn't tell whether she felt astonishment or a deeper unease.

Ownership...

The word seemed to echo, buzzing in his ears.

It turns out that Xiao Chi wasn't indifferent; he simply defined the scope of his concern so narrowly and absolutely that only offenses he defined were considered offenses, and only intimacy he permitted was considered intimacy.

He was enveloped by an unprecedented feeling of suffocation, as if he were firmly nailed to some kind of boundary.

He had been jumping around trying to provoke the other party, as if he were punching and kicking an endless wall.

Now, he suddenly saw the outline of the wall clearly, cold and hard, with only one person's name engraved on it: Xiao Chi.

He wasn't a free troublemaker; he was merely someone whose behavior was confined and whose boundaries were perhaps ignored by Xiao Chi.

Ownership.

Yu Fuli slowly walked back to the living room.

The sunlight was just right, shining on the sofa that he had scratched and then replaced with a brand new one, leaving it as clean as ever, without a single mark.

All chaos will be quickly smoothed out, and all that does not conform to the rules will be eliminated, leaving only the order that Xiao Chi approves of.

Arrogance that looks down on everyone.

Xiao Chi probably didn't care about him at all, and didn't even meet the standard of being a pet.

He simply habitually included anything that interested him into his possessions; as for his thoughts on possessions?

That's not important to him.

He jumped onto the sofa and curled up in the sunniest spot, his snow-white fur warmed by the sun, but he felt a chill in his heart.

[System.] He silently called out in his mind.

"Host, please speak." The system's electronic voice sounded precisely on time.

Yu Fuli remained silent for a long time, his glassy eyes gazing at the dust motes floating in the air, and for the first time, he began to waver about his mission.

Are all the F4 students at elite academies like this?

[Ten percent anomaly data…] he murmured, his tail drooping listlessly at the edge of the sofa. [You said before that destroying houses is effective against ninety percent of humans… So, for the category of property, do you have success rate data in your database?]

The system is currently searching for data. A few seconds later, it responded: "Searching. The behavioral analysis model involving deep emotional attachment and property rights concepts lacks sufficient data to provide a reliable success rate prediction."

Emotional bond? Yu Fuli scoffed and buried her head in her front paws.

Does that arrogant guy even have emotions?

But he truly felt the power of property rights.

For the next half day, Yu Fuli was unusually quiet.

He no longer tried to destroy anything, but simply lay down or sprawled out, secretly following Xiao Chi's figure with a completely new, scrutinizing gaze.

Xiao Chi seemed unaware of the fox's unusual behavior, or rather, he saw it but didn't care.

He continued to handle his affairs and meals in an orderly manner. Occasionally, when passing by, his gaze would briefly linger over the location of Yu Fuli, but he no longer made any move to reach out and touch her.

That natural caress seemed to have been withdrawn along with the maid's departure.

Until evening.

Xiao Chi, unusually, did not linger in the study and returned to his bedroom early.

Yu Fuli followed along as if possessed, squatting on the thick Egyptian cotton carpet outside the bedroom door, and pricked up his ears.

Faint sounds of water could be heard coming from inside, coming from the direction of the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, the door opened, and Xiao Chi came out wearing a dark silk robe, his hair still damp.

He walked to the single sofa by the French windows, sat down, picked up a hardcover book, and began to read by the light of the reading lamp beside him.

The warm yellow light softened his overly sharp features, and the collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing the clear lines of his collarbone.

At this moment, he shed the cold distance he had during the day, revealing an almost lazy and casual demeanor at home.

Yu Fuli peered through the slightly ajar door, its claws digging into the carpet's weave.

Suddenly, Xiao Chi stopped turning the pages of his book. As if remembering something, he raised his eyes and stared unmistakably at the pair of heterochromatic eyes that were faintly glowing in the dim light outside the crack in the door.

He wasn't surprised, nor did he ask any questions; he simply watched quietly for a few seconds.

Then, he put down the book, faced the door, and casually spoke:

"come over."

Yu Fuli froze outside the door, his heterochromatic pupils contracting for a moment in the dim light.

In the past? In what capacity?

A pet whose ownership has been declared?

Or something else?

The words I heard during the day started churning in my mind again.

He suddenly developed a rebellious streak.

The past? In what form did it pass by?

It wagged its tail and obediently walked into the setting that declared its ownership, like a summoned ornament, a pet led by a rope.

He is Yu Fuli.

It is a fox that has cultivated itself into a spirit between heaven and earth, with its own joys, sorrows, and pride. It is not something that anyone can arbitrarily assign ownership to or order around at will.

This kind of disrespectful rich kid doesn't deserve to be ordered around!

The last vestige of docility after being touched vanished instantly.

A clear rebellious glint flashed in his heterochromatic eyes as he stared at Xiao Chi's profile, which appeared remarkably calm and even matter-of-fact under the light. Suddenly, he felt that the originally gentle, warm yellow halo also exuded pressure.

And so, the very next second, as Xiao Chi's gaze returned to the pages of the book, as if certain that he would obey—

Yu Fuli turned her head away decisively, almost stubbornly.

He no longer looked at that suffocating warmth, gripped the ground firmly with his four paws, and turned away without a trace of regret.

Its fluffy tail turned a corner, its steps light yet resolute, treading on the cool, smooth floor of the corridor, quickly disappearing into the deeper darkness outside the door.

Ha, come talk to me again when you learn to respect people!

From that night onward, an indescribable atmosphere permeated the villa.

The most obvious sign was that the white fox, which used to always rub against you and whine, suddenly became aloof.

To be precise, he only put on airs towards Xiao Chi.

When he encounters other people, he might lazily lift his eyelids, but once Xiao Chi appears, the tip of his fluffy tail will be arrogantly raised, his glass-like eyes will glance at him indifferently, and then he will turn away as if nothing happened, as if what is in front of him is just an unimportant wisp of air.

Even the top-quality dried meat delivered to him every day was eaten slowly and deliberately, with an almost critical scrutiny, completely unlike his usual impatient and naive self.

As for Xiao Chi, it seemed that he had also removed that invisible layer of indulgence. The fox's food, clothing and daily necessities remained the same, exquisite and expensive, without any shortage.

But when Yu Fuli, in a fit of anger, once again left several fresh scratches on the living room carpet, Xiao Chi passed by without stopping. He simply said to the butler, who stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, his voice not loud, but enough for the fox with its ears pricked up to hear clearly:

"Make a note of the loss. Reduce it from his expenses."

There was no reprimand, no obstruction, not even a glance.

This businesslike, almost indifferent approach sent a chill down the spines of both the fox and the human, more so than any harsh words.

The servants in the mansion exchanged glances discreetly, even their breathing became softer.

Although no one dared to speak out, an unspoken understanding spread silently.

The fox and Young Master Xiao are at odds.