"What are you guys talking about? Sister Lin and Sister Wang Ya just sent a ssage asking when we're heading out."
Ah Qing, having finished washing up, erged from the bathroom and looked at Momo, who was still nestled in bed, whispering secrets with the little fox.
"I'm quick to get ready..."
Momo replied with a cheerful grin, pointing to the clip in her hair, "I prepared to go out before sleeping, constantly taking care of my hair..."
One of the most ti-consuming things for girls when going out is hair care, and prepping the skin to prevent makeup from irritating the face.
But Momo isn't in the habit of wearing makeup; just a swipe of lipstick for a glow is only for banquets, adding foundation and lipstick might just be for a wedding.
The self-love brought by the Aphrodite Gene, combined with Lingnan's climate, made Momo quite resistant to makeup.
Makeup rely masks her beauty; applying it to her face is an outright disdain for her looks.
Momo entered the bathroom and completed her grooming in less than thirty minutes, humming a tune as she left the room.
"Momo, your bathroom is ridiculously big; I nearly got lost in there..."
Lingren, sitting in the living room having breakfast, couldn't help but comnt when she saw Momo co out.
Momo's bathroom, roughly estimated, is about fifty square ters. Considering a house with an interior space of around three hundred square ters, how does the bathroom justify fifty square ters?
"There's no choice, that's how it cos when rented; although this belongs to a residential building, it's actually a dance studio..."
Momo laughed and explained to Lingren.
For soone like Momo, the current bathroom isn't considered big; it's even relatively small.
Though called a bathroom, it houses an island table and chairs, combining functions of a housekeeping room, makeup room, and a mini living space—a haven where one can rest with legs crossed after a bath, and the steam won't affect the master bedroom's space.
"Momo's here, let's get ready to head out!" Ah Qing eagerly said, picking up the little fox.
Winter is the plumpest season for foxes; the foxes at the Fox Kingdom Hotel have all turned into fluffy chestnuts.
When booking a room two days ago, they only managed to catch a brief glimpse from afar, as ti was too tight.
"I don't like foxes!" Ansheng, resting on Ah Qing's shoulder, glanced at her and, with its little fox face, playfully brushed her cheek and complained:
"I can totally imagine them burrowing into my belly, then making a racket, vying for attention..."
When the foxes of Fox Kingdom see their king return ho, Ansheng can't even imagine how excited they'd be, likely drilling under its belly, pushing it up while running wild all over.
"Really?"
Ah Qing skeptically remarked, heading out to et Lin Ying, who was waiting in the business car.
The group headed to the Fox Kingdom Hotel, where Wang Ya was already waiting at the entrance.
"Sister Wang Ya!"
Ah Qing stepped out of the business car, smiling brightly as she waved a greeting to Wang Ya.
"Everyone's here? Wang Qiqi just went up..." Wang Ya smiled, holding Ah Qing's hands, and talked about the attendees at Master Fuli's banquet.
Wang Qiqi, Liu Lingyu's family, so esteed guests, and the solo peregrine falcon—all present. Two old cows arrived last night via a haul app and are currently enjoying essential oil massages in the hotel, likely still in the sauna parlor.
The Fox Kingdom Hotel, under the Qinling Fox Ecological Protection Foundation's estate, is hosting Master Fuli's birthday party, naturally reserving the venue.
All guests here are friends of Master Fuli.
"Oh! And one more thing..." Wang Ya feigned eureka while leading everyone upstairs, and turning to Master Fuli said, "Master Fuli, can you please advise Little Hua later? It's overly dedicated; I fear it can't handle all the overti."
"Overti?"
Ansheng, puzzled by Wang Ya's words, looked at her with a quizzical expression and said:
"You're saying... Little Hua is working overti? That doesn't sound like the Little Hua I know."
The Fennec Fox Little Hua, self-proclaid as Great King of the Ear Fox, once enslaved Wang Ya's family, known as a fierce character in the Spirit Beast realm.
While Ansheng believes Little Hua would hire male models, suggesting it found itself a job and is working tirelessly, is unbelievable.
"You'll understand once you see..." Wang Ya opened the private room door, and inside, sitting at the table with three laptops set up in front, was Little Hua with a communication headset on its head.
"Eep, eeep..."
Little Hua operated the computer while speaking into the headset, then swiftly turned to another laptop, seemingly typing sothing with flair.
"Master Fuli, please advise it! Our family really doesn't need this side hustle; don't let it exhaust itself." Wang Ya said, looking at Master Fuli with a worried expression.
"If this continues, I'm afraid Little Hua might develop disc herniation, tendinitis, and cervical spondylosis. No fox enjoys nature and loves tapping keyboards instead..."
"Alright! You guys step out for a bit, let have a private conversation with Little Hua..."
Ansheng glanced around the room, then dropped from Ah Qing's shoulder to the ground, signaling others to step out, hinting he had so private matters to discuss with Little Hua.
"Okay..." Wang Ya nodded, closing the room door, waiting outside for good news.
"......"
Little Hua glanced at the door, exhaled in relief, and said to Master Fuli:
"Why haven't you made her your wife yet? Is the fox basket not working? Want to help you gather so dicine?"
"Oh, get lost!"
Ansheng leapt up suddenly, delivering a punch to the Fennec Fox's forehead, causing it to clutch its head.
"It's been awhile, still such a filthy mouth; tell why you're suddenly so ambitious, that's not like the Great King of the Ear Fox we know..."
With a face full of joy, Ansheng asked Little Hua why it's being so proactive.
"Only work gives a righteous excuse to kick that big weirdo away..."
"You know how I've been living lately? Ever heard of sweat towels?"
Without Wang Ya around, Little Hua didn't bother pretending, taking off the communication headset, scratching its big ears while complaining about Wang Ya's inhumane behavior.
In sumr, placed on its chest, purely as a sweat towel, and in winter, muffled in a down jacket, it's hard to breathe, with only Wang Ya's body lotion's scent filling its nose.
Other foxes scent it on Little Hua and spread tales of its peculiarity, assuming it loves human makeup products.
Though Fennec Fox detests working at the Security Bureau, choosing the lesser evil, overti is far more fun than accompanying Wang Ya—the super freaky fur enthusiast...
After hearing that, Ansheng paused for a while, then curved its fox muzzle with a sly smile, uttering one word: "Fun..."
"Eep!"
Little Hua nearly exploded with rage, glaring furiously at Master Fuli and letting out a scoff, then said:
"Stop with the nonsense; I'm just a Fennec Fox with nothing—no house, no car, no emotional ties; work alone makes happy, I love work!"
"If that's what you say, then... I might as well attend the banquet and not bother advising Wang Ya."
Seeing Little Hua's defeatist deanor, its inner ambition already worn away by Wang Ya, Ansheng chuckled, crossing arms as it bantered.
This one is stubborn, defiant to everyone; put in the city soon it's bound to stab soone in the rear with a knife.
Ansheng purposefully ignored it, and now, while Little Hua's mouth still stinks, it's apparently learnt the word 'accept'.
"Bro..."
Little Hua, upon hearing that, clung to Master Fuli's leg, eyes wide and brimming with tears:
"Are you serious? Please, send Wang Ya on assignnt to Africa... no, send her to the Arctic!"
Originally considering Africa, Little Hua rembered it had kin there, so quickly changed, hoping Master Fuli would send Wang Ya to the Arctic.
Estimated the Arctic Fox over there might enjoy snuggling in Wang Ya's down jacket for warmth.
"Bro, all my life I've never begged anyone, just consider this a plea..."
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