The Angel Wants a Fox Fur

Wen Qiaoan was sitting in the car, lost in thought, when suddenly there was a gentle knock on the side window.

He turned his head and met a pair of smiling, emerald eyes—Jiang Yu was slightly bent over, and his delicate face looked exceptionally bright from outside the window.

"I knew it was you as soon as I saw this car from afar." Jiang Yu casually rested his arm on the edge of the lowered car window, his tone light and cheerful. "What have you all been up to lately? You've all been disappearing without a trace. Xiao Chi hasn't been out and about, Yun Bai can't be reached, and I couldn't find you anywhere. I had no choice but to come here and try my luck, and I actually caught you."

The car door opened, and Wen Qiaoan had barely taken half a step out when Jiang Yu grabbed her wrist.

The blond youth still wore that bright, untroubled smile.

"Perfect," Jiang Yu blinked her bright blue eyes, her tone light as if suggesting a game, "I haven't been to Xiao Chi's new place yet, shall we go up and take a look?"

His gaze swept over the distinctive silver-white medical kit in Wen Qiaoan's hand, and he asked with some surprise, "Xiao Chi is sick?"

Wen Qiaoan gently withdrew her hand, unconcerned about her friend's impetuousness. "It wasn't him, it was his pet."

"What kind of pet could have such a big reputation that it would warrant a personal visit from Dr. Wen?" Jiang Yu was genuinely curious now, her eyes full of inquiry.

Everyone knows that Wen Qiaoan holds an extraordinary position in the medical field. Countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries have offered him mountains of gold and silver to have him take a look, but he has turned them all away without hesitation.

Would someone actually go to such lengths for a pet?

"Come on, come on, let me see this!" Jiang Yu urged excitedly.

Wen Qiaoan sighed softly, shook her head, picked up the silver-white medical kit beside her, and walked ahead.

Stepping into Xiao Chi's residence, one is immediately struck by the signature understated luxury, with every detail reflecting the owner's taste.

However, upon closer inspection, several incongruous and unexpected things can be found.

On the gleaming, expensive leather sofa, several fresh scratches were clearly visible, and the display shelf that should have been filled with valuable antiques was now empty in several places.

These subtle traces silently tell of something extraordinary.

Jiang Yu's gaze swept over these places, a knowing yet amused glint in his azure eyes.

Just then, several servants came out of their upstairs room, carrying a pile of unidentifiable scraps of cloth.

The one in the lead was holding a loosely folded ball, barely made of cloth, with a stiff, restrained grip.

Jiang Yu's interest deepened, and she called out to them, "What are you carrying? A special toy your young master prepared for his new pet?"

The servants stopped and bowed their heads respectfully, but their expressions were difficult to control, carrying a subtle mix of embarrassment and awkwardness.

The man holding the cloth ball hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "Young Master Jiang, this...this is the bed sheet from the young master's room."

Jiang Yu was truly stunned. Even Wen Qiaoan, who had been standing calmly to the side, was drawn to the tattered fabric.

"What's this new hobby of Xiao Chi's?" Jiang Yu took two steps closer with great interest, almost pressing her face against him to examine it. "War-damaged art style? Or is it some limited-edition haute couture piece made by some reclusive master that we can't understand?"

He stroked his chin, his azure eyes full of inquiry, but no matter how he looked at it, it was just a tattered ball of cloth, carefully made but violently destroyed.

The maid's expression became even more interesting, a mixture of embarrassment, helplessness, and a hint of caution about not being able to say much about her employer's private affairs.

He braced himself and lowered his voice even further: "This is the... masterpiece of the young master's new pet."

"Pets?" Jiang Yu's curiosity was now at its peak, her voice rising at the end.

The Xiao Chi he knew had always been arrogant and territorial, so how could he have spoiled a pet to such an extent?

How could the servants so calmly clean up the mess after turning the bedroom into a battlefield?

This makes me want to find out more than seeing a limited edition item.

He couldn't wait to pull Wen Qiaoan upstairs.

As soon as the door opened.

On the overly luxurious cushion in the center of the room, a snow-white figure was curled up into a fluffy ball with its back to the door. Only the tip of its tail lightly brushed the cushion, making it look bored and perhaps a little sullen.

Hearing the noise, the snow dumpling stirred and slowly turned its head.

Jiang Yu's gaze suddenly lit up the moment it fell upon the fur.

It was a gaze that purely saw something of ultimate beauty, which then aroused a strong desire to possess and explore.

"Wow..." Jiang Yu whistled, ignoring Wen Qiaoan beside him, and walked over in a few steps. He squatted down in front of the cushion and looked directly into those glassy fox eyes.

"Where did Xiao Chi get such a treasure?" He reached out, seemingly wanting to touch the incredibly soft and fluffy fur, his tone full of amazement, "The color of the fur... the quality... it's amazing."

Yu Fuli glanced at him lazily, pulling this person out of the depths of her memory.

This guy is one of the F4 members who tried to sexually harass him and ended up being thrown to the hospital by him with an over-the-shoulder throw.

What was it called again?

I can't remember.

Jiang Yu didn't seem to mind the fox's coldness; instead, he laughed even harder. He turned to Wen Qiaoan, who was opening a medical kit, and said, "Qiaoan, don't you think it would look amazing if we skinned it whole and made it into a scarf or decoration? The sheen would be absolutely stunning."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Wen Qiaoan paused in taking out the stethoscope, looked up at Jiang Yu, and said with a disapproving warning in her eyes: "Jiang Yu."

On the cushion, Yu Fuli's fur stood on end almost instantly! Not out of fear, but out of a furious rage.

Skin him alive? Make a scarf out of him?!

[Host, calm down. Physiological indicators are surging; it is recommended to calm your emotions immediately. The other party's remarks are possible options within their character settings, but the probability of triggering actual harmful behavior at the current plot point is less than 5%.] The system's electronic voice intervened in time, attempting to de-escalate the situation logically.

"Less than 5%?!" Yu Fuli roared at the system in his mind, "Is this a matter of probability?! This is against animal protection laws! Against socialist morality! If he were this persistent in the past, he should have been—"

He swallowed the rest of the words, but his perked-up ears and tense body clearly expressed his anger.

Jiang Yu seemed to find the ruffled fox even more amusing and wanted to get closer to say something.

Wen Qiaoan walked over directly and cleverly positioned herself between Jiang Yu and the fox, blocking Jiang Yu's covetous gaze and also stopping Yu Fuli's itching desire: "It needs a quiet inspection. Jiang Yu, if you're free, you can go sit in the living room."

At the same time, he casually placed his hand in a protective gesture in front of Yu Fuli.

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Wen Qiaoan's expressionless face and the fox that was still glaring angrily, though he probably thought it was cute. In the end, he shrugged indifferently and stood up.

"Okay, okay, the doctor is the boss."

He put his hands in his pockets, took two steps back, but his gaze remained fixed on the snow dumpling with interest. "Then you can check it carefully. I'll just look around here and not say a word."

Yu Fuli remained tense, her amber eyes glaring warily at Jiang Yu, then glancing at Wen Qiaoan, who was preparing to inspect the tools.

Wen Qiaoan met his gaze and gave him a reassuring look.

Yu Fuli made a very soft gurgling sound in its throat as a response, and its bristling fur slowly calmed down a little, but its vigilance did not diminish in the slightest.

He cooperated with Wen Qiaoan's examination, but his ears remained perked up, listening to the blonde angel's every move.

Wen Qiaoan's fingers professionally and gently pressed and examined his body. Yu Fuli endured the pain without moving, but in his mind he was frantically outputting to the system: "See? See! This is typical class enemy thinking! Treating life as a plaything! My fur? I still want his hair to make mops!"

[The analogy is invalid. Furthermore, the need for a mop is not on this world's luxury goods list.] The system responded matter-of-factly, but then added, [However, this person's danger and unpredictability have been upgraded. It is reasonable for the host to remain vigilant. In future interactions, it is recommended to prioritize interactions with Jiang Yu as high-risk avoidance.]

"Do you need to tell me?" Yu Fuli scoffed.

The examination was completed quickly. Wen Qiaoan put away her tools and said simply, "No problems, very healthy."

Jiang Yu immediately replied with a bright smile: "As long as you're healthy! Such a beautiful baby must live a long and healthy life."

The implication in his words made Yu Fuli's tail straighten again.

Wen Qiaoan closed her medical kit, stood up, and said to Jiang Yu, "Shall we go together?"

Jiang Yu glanced at the sky outside the window, then at the fox who had turned his back to him again, his backside facing away from him, and clicked his tongue regretfully: "Alright. I'll come see you again next time, little beauty."

He dragged out the last three words, making Yu Fuli's claws itch.

Only when the two footsteps completely disappeared outside the door did Yu Fuli finally relax and slump onto the cushion.

[Crisis temporarily averted.] System summary.

"For now..." Yu Fuli chewed on the word, gazing at the ornate patterns on the ceiling. "System, the Celestial Dragons of this world are truly fascinating."

He recalled Jiang Yu's angelic face and those blue eyes brimming with pure, cruel interest.

"Skin me alive?" Yu Fuli sneered, a wild and sharp glint of fox-like cunning flashing in his eyes. "We'll see."