"Fox Father and Fox Mother, we’re heading back first. Once we find a hotel to settle in, we’ll visit you again tomorrow."
Sitting at the Zulu Temple until the afternoon, Ah Qing, with a beaming smile, held the hands of Fox Father and Fox Mother, bidding them farewell.
They had just arrived in the Imperial Capital last night, and because of the little fox’s issue, they hadn’t even checked into a hotel but went straight to Miyun District to deal with the "Mystery of the Real and Fake Fox Parents."
Tomorrow’s schedule involves helping Xiaolan collect the room, touring the Imperial Capital’s scenic spots, and giving New Year’s greetings to their second uncle. They couldn’t continue staying at a guest hotel, or else they might get stuck on the highway and be unable to enter the city.
Now, they needed to book a hotel and check in, and after helping Xiaolan collect the room, they’d co back to pick up Fox Father and Fox Mother.
"I’ll visit you again in a couple of days....." Ansheng waved goodbye to Fox Father and Fox Mother.
"Aw...."
Fox Father and Fox Mother, looking weary, let out a gentle whine, saying goodbye to Ansheng as they watched the grand procession leave by helicopter.
The main force of the Security Bureau withdrew, yet four Forest Rangers and two teams of logistics support soldiers remained at Zulu Temple to prevent any accidents.
"Aw....."
With dark lines on their faces, Fox Father and Fox Mother returned to their cabin, lay down with an exhausted expression.
Master Fuli’s rare visit ho felt like a nightmare to Fox Father and Fox Mother.
The Spirit Particle Potion was quite good, but why did it all have to be injected into the buttock? Wasn’t there an oral solution?
"Aw....."
With a long sigh, Fox Father and Fox Mother raised a paw, patting the dish call bell on the low table, then tapping the electronic button placed on the table, from which a speaker emitted a female chanical electronic voice: [Master is hungry.]
"Oh, oh, oh, I’m coming..." The maid, upon hearing this, responded to the lounge chair and hurriedly went to prepare dinner.
...
Nightti, at the Imperial City Hotel.
After bathing, before heading to bed, Ansheng, feeling a bit puzzled, opened his wish list.
"Strange, why haven’t I received any notification of Wish Power being credited from the Sun Chong family? Logically, that shouldn’t be the case!"
With a face full of confusion, Ansheng browsed the wish list; Zhang Lin had already arranged dical resources and connected with the Sun Chong family in the evening.
Sun Chong was overjoyed, imdiately agreeing with the Security Bureau, planning to take his granddaughter for a physical examination tomorrow.
Arrangents were made for Sun Chong to access dical resources, and the doctor, after reviewing the patient’s dical records, assured there were no issues.
From a certain perspective, Sun Chong’s granddaughter wouldn’t be limited by the complications of cranial closure sequelae, and with active treatnt and conditioning, she could recover to be just like a normal person.
Usually, the wish list bases things on actions, not intentions, so Sun Chong’s matter should have credited 1 point of Wish Power.
However, the wish list hadn’t settled it.
"Could it be...did the doctor botch the treatnt, or is it because the patient hasn’t arrived?" Ansheng pondered, considering several possibilities, but he couldn’t be sure.
"Forget it, if it’s still unsettled tomorrow, I’ll inquire personally!"
"It’s said to charge on my health insurance; if it can’t be treated this way, that would be slapping , Ansheng, in the face!"
Ansheng pursed his lips, turned around, held Ah Qing’s arm, and prepared to sleep.
He slept soundly until the next morning.
While Ansheng was still asleep, there was suddenly a light knock on the door from outside.
Ah Qing, having just finished washing up, opened the door curiously to see a weird young man in a suit and tie, wearing aviator sunglasses.
"Excuse ...who are you?" Ah Qing asked curiously.
"Good morning, Granny Ah Qing, I am your..." The young man barely began to speak when the door was slamd shut.
The Fungal Parasitic Beast was montarily stunned, looking at the closed door, slowly generating a question mark.
"Hiss..."
Surprised, Ah Qing raised her hand to block the door, turned around, and shouted into the room:
"Momo, with your hotel stays, have you ever encountered a scam where soone calls you grandma at the door? There’s soone outside even older than calling grandma!"
"What do you an I have a lot of hotel stay records, nonsense..." Inside, Momo, at the dressing table, rolled her eyes at the words.
"If he’s calling you grandma, just call room service to have security co and make him call great-grandma."
Momo hadn’t encountered a con artist at the door early in the morning, but she had seen fake monks and Taoists lying at the door, making a scene to force alms.
In such cases, Momo would notify the neighbors to sweep away the bad luck with brooms.
Encountering a ’con artist’ at the hotel door naturally ans calling hotel security to kick them out.
Otherwise, wouldn’t the room fee be wasted?
"Mm!?"
The Fungal Parasitic Beast outside paused, hearing the conversation inside, the entire beast beca a bit anxious.
"Please don’t call the police, grandma, I’m not a direct grandson, but I truly am your eldest grandchild!"
"Please wake up Master Fuli, he can prove my innocence....."
The Fungal Parasitic Beast continually knocked on the door, despairingly calling into the room.
Wait.....
I heard from Sister Zhang that my godfather ca to the Imperial Capital, and I flew back overnight from the south just to pay my respects to him.
I haven’t even t my godfather, and you’re going to call the police to catch . Is living as a parasite easy?
"Ah?"
In bed, Ansheng seed to hear soone loudly calling him dad and sat up, puzzled.
"Xiaolan, stop sleeping, there’s sothing strange at the door....." Ah Qing took a shoehorn by the door, blocking the door, then carried the sleepy Ansheng to the peephole and said:
"The person outside said he’s your son...."
Ansheng looked through the peephole to see the suit-wearing Fungal Parasitic Beast sitting slumped in the hallway, hugging his knees with a face of lancholy sadness.
"Uh.....in so sense, he actually does count as your eldest grandson now." Having seen the situation outside, Ansheng turned around, baffled, and said to Ah Qing:
"You’ve hurt your eldest grandson; now he’s collapsed in the hallway, seemingly looking for a place to hang himself."
"Huh? Huh!?" Ah Qing’s eyes widened, struggling to digest such overwhelming information.
Inside, Momo froze in front of the dressing table, sticking her head out to look toward the suite’s door.
Tang You held a phone, glanced at it, and then turned her eyes back to the door. Lingren looked peculiarly, seated on the sofa hugging a pillow to block her upper body, trying to minimize her presence, fully engrossed in the drama unfolding.
"My eldest grandson....."
Ah Qing, aghast, looked through the peephole, her expression strange as she opened the door.
"Unloved by uncle, unloved by grandma..." The Fungal Parasitic Beast, full of sorrow, murmured against the wall.
On a perilous journey, securing my godfather’s support.
Upon hearing my godfather arrived in the Imperial Capital, I borrowed a luxury car, prepared to be a tour guide, and planned to show everyone the beautiful landscapes.
Unexpectedly, not even stepping through the door, I was kicked out of the family tree by grandma.
"Waaaah..." The more the Fungal Parasitic Beast thought, the more injustice he felt, bursting into tears.
"Ah this..."
Ah Qing, in a panic, was at a loss, looking at the teary-eyed, stoic tough guy.
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