My Wife's Ears Are Fuzzy - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Jian Lei, if you say one more ridiculous word, I’m sending you back right now.”

The girl, who had just arrived in this world clad in ornate ancient robes, had already changed into modern attire: a T-shirt and casual trousers. Her jeweled hairpins were gone, her black hair now tied up in a neat bun. She chose the bun because she wasn’t used to letting her hair hang loose; she still preferred the feeling of a topknot.

The handsome young man named Jian Lei immediately straightened up. “Miss, I promise never to be so bold as to speak the truth again! Please, whatever you do, don’t send me back!”

“Is going back so bad?”

The girl leaned back in her chair, legs crossed and resting comfortably on another chair opposite her. With two slender fingers, she plucked a bright red cherry from a crystal bowl held by another young man and began to chew slowly. This man was also handsome, though far more refined and steady than Jian Lei.

After a few bites, the girl tilted her head slightly. Jian Lei instantly held up an exquisite porcelain spittoon to her lips. With a soft thud, a small round pit fell into the vessel.

“Miss, this place is flashy and exciting. There are so many gadgets to play with, the clothes are beautiful, and the food is endless. I want to stay a while longer.”

The girl nodded. She reached out and patted Jian Lei’s head as if he were a pet. “Do you know what I like most about you?”

Jian Lei’s eyes sparkled. “Is it because I’m handsome? My physique is impeccable?”

The girl shook her head.

The man holding the cherries, Zhuo Jin, gave a look of disdain. “Give it a rest. With your scrawny, meatless frame? Impeccable, my foot!”

Jian Lei glared at him. “Zhuo Jin, Miss was asking me, not you.”

Zhuo Jin immediately lowered his head. “My apologies, Miss. Please punish me.”

The girl waved a hand. “Forget it. We don’t need those formalities here.”

Jian Lei continued, “Is it because I’m clever and quick-witted?”

The girl shook her head again, spitting out another pit. “It’s because you speak the honest truth. You don’t hide your greed for this dazzling, materialistic world at all.”

Suddenly, she stood up and straightened her posture. Jian Lei and Zhuo Jin followed suit, standing bowed in respect. A golden circle manifested in the air, and a slightly stout figure stepped out.

“Father!” “Master!”

The man was the girl’s father, the Clan Leader of the Tushan Foxes.

“Number Nine, how do you like living here?”

“It’s alright. A bit small, I suppose.”

“Father knows. You’ll have to endure it for a while. Besides this house, I’ve bought you four more—one in every corner of the city. Even a rabbit has three burrows; a fox certainly shouldn’t have fewer.”

Tu Yiyi pulled her father down to sit. “Father, when can I go back?”

“You just got here! Stay a while. Once the war in the God Realm is over, I’ll come fetch you.”

“Father, why don’t we help Chu Yuanxi and the others? I think the New Gods are great—they’re reasonable and not tyrannical.”

“Oh, my precious daughter, what can our tiny Tushan Fox Clan do in a war of High Gods? Going there is just seeking death! We hide. We hide well, and whoever wins, we follow.”

“Oh…” Tu Yiyi nodded, only half-understanding.

Master Tu looked around, satisfied with the decor. He gestured to the two men. “The two of you stay here and serve the Young Miss.”

“Yes, Master!” they replied.

“I’m heading back. I’ll find an opening to visit again soon.” Master Tu turned back as if remembering something. “Number Nine, we have some businesses here to ensure you live comfortably. With Zhuo Jin assisting, you won’t need to worry about the details.”

Tu Yiyi beamed. “Thanks, Dad!”

“Zhuo Jin, how are the properties?”

Zhuo Jin replied, “The managers are doing well. The ledgers are in the room; shall I bring them for your review?”

Master Tu waved it off. “No need. You’ve been with me for years; you’ve learned enough. I trust you with these affairs. Now, Number Nine, since you’re here, you must learn to hide perfectly. Blend in with the humans. Find a proper job—something simple will do.”

“Understood.”

“And one more thing. We are Spirit Foxes; we must act the part. At the very least, seducing a mortal shouldn’t be hard for you. Treat it as practice.”

“I’ll try my best, Father.”

Her promise didn’t exactly put Master Tu at ease. All his other children were naturally seductive, capable of ensnaring anyone with a glance. Only his youngest, Yiyi, though beautiful, was far too innocent. She wasn’t like a fox at all; she was more like a dazed goose. He had even secretly investigated his wife’s whereabouts during the pregnancy to make sure no “suspicious spirits” had been involved before confirming Yiyi was indeed his own.

Aside from being a bit mischievous, she was a good kid. But there was one thing… Master Tu’s expression shifted, looking at his daughter with heartache. When he crossed the spatial rift, he vowed he would never let anyone hurt her a second time.

Tu Yiyi was the youngest child, a cute snow-white spirit fox. In human form, she was pure and sweet with a heart-melting smile. Every male fox in Tushan had wanted to marry her, but for reasons she couldn’t quite remember, none of them succeeded. Fine by her—those male foxes were vainer than the females, drenched in a musk she couldn’t stand. She liked people who didn’t smell like that.

“Miss, you need to familiarize yourself with this world,” Zhuo Jin said, opening a laptop and handing her a smartphone. “There are many countries, languages, and things called ‘machines.’ You can’t survive here without these two.”

Tu Yiyi crammed for nearly sixteen hours. She was exhausted. Beyond modern Chinese, she had picked up English, Japanese, German, and French, with plans for Spanish and Arabic. She had zero talent for math or physics, but she was a natural with languages.

She stretched. “What time is it?”

“6:00 PM, Miss.” Zhuo Jin put on an apron. Even in an apron, he looked dashing. “What would you like for dinner?”

Tu Yiyi moved to the sofa and turned on the TV. “Anything.”

“How about chicken soup? We brought a hundred chickens with us; they’re in the basement with the skylight.”

Jian Lei piped up. “The air and soil here are bad, and the grass isn’t as fragrant as back home. The chickens are hard to raise. It’s all thanks to the ‘fertilizer’ Zhuo Jin and I contribute daily.”

Fertilizer? Tu Yiyi blinked, realizing what he meant. “Then you two should eat more, so you can produce more.”

“Yes, Miss! I’ll go gather more ‘flowers’ then.” Jian Lei skipped away gracefully. Despite his odd job, he moved like a dancer.

Tu Yiyi ignored him and flipped through channels. Ads for pots, then more ads for different pots… Suddenly, she stopped.

Wait, are those foxes mating?

Tu Yiyi blushed. In the kitchen, Zhuo Jin heard the familiar documentary narration: “As spring blooms, the foxes on the mountain frolic in the grass, searching for suitable mates…”

Zhuo Jin rushed out, shielding the screen with his arms. “Miss! You can’t watch this!”

Jian Lei, dusting a table, chimed in. “Why not? She’s an adult.”

“She’s not married!!”

“That’s exactly why she needs to learn!”

“Jian Lei, you’re corrupting her!”

“Lust is nature! Learning now is for better procreation! How is that corrupting?”

“You little—! I’ll kill you, you damn butterfly!”

“Bring it on, you stinking cockroach!”

As they were about to brawl, Tu Yiyi spoke coldly. “Shut up. In thirty minutes, I want a bowl of perfect chicken soup in a spotless house. If you fail, I’ll have you for dinner.”

Both men shivered, faces pale, and scrambled to their duties.

Finally enjoying the silence, Tu Yiyi changed the channel. Her eyes widened. It was her beautiful neighbor from last night! Why was she on TV?

She remembered—this was a “movie.” The neighbor looked stunning. The film was a fantasy romance called Unfinished Love of Mountains and Seas. A god falls for a mortal woman, followed by endless fighting.

Tu Yiyi watched the lead actors kiss, carefully studying their expressions and movements. Unfortunately, the camera was too far, and the picture a bit blurry. So, she thought, this is how humans go into heat.

In the next shot, she saw the lead actress clearly again. She had to admit, the neighbor was gorgeous—perfect features that could rival even her stunning sisters. But she had a cold, arrogant gaze, pure as the snow on a mountain peak, something the fox spirits lacked.

When the heroine died in the hero’s arms after taking a sword for him, the pain of parting turned into real tears on Tu Yiyi’s face. She felt a surge of frustration. Why was she so weak? Why did she have to jump in front of the sword?!

When Zhuo Jin and Jian Lei came to call her for dinner, they found her weeping into a pile of tissues, teeth clenched in grief. They were flabbergasted.

What happened to the Miss? Was she… that hungry?