A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Chen Yu didn't respond to him, as he was busy making tea for Li Jiaojiao.

Because she just said she wanted to try a sip.

Peng An was a little annoyed because he had been ignored by him repeatedly all day.

"Xiaoyu, did you hear that?"

Chen Yu poured tea into a teacup, slowly wiped his hands, and then answered him, "Uncle Peng, we should catch the bugs on our own turf more often."

“But now those cops are circling around my territory every day, how am I supposed to catch them!” Peng An couldn’t help but get angry.

A dark glint flashed in Chen Yu's eyes: "I can't help Uncle Peng with that. That spy was just an accident; it was truly a coincidence."

Peng An would never believe him.

Peng An left fuming, as he had to rush back to deal with the other loose ends.

Chen Yu closed the door: "Why did Jiaojiao suddenly come?"

Li Jiaojiao swung her legs on the sofa: "Aren't you welcoming me?"

"Impossible, I wish you could come here with me every day," Chen Yu said, putting his arm around her.

Li Jiaojiao shoved him away a little: "It's so hot, let's go somewhere else."

Chen Yu reluctantly left a little bit; the imported air conditioner he bought wouldn't be installed for another week.

As the weather got hotter, Li Jiaojiao started sleeping separately from Chen Yu.

Li Jiaojiao took out the Xia family's wedding invitation and gave it to him: "I'd like to go visit you at the beginning of next month."

Chen Yu remained calm: "Go if you want. Xia Sheng saved my life, and I should also go deliver a gift."

"You agreed so quickly?" Li Jiaojiao was somewhat surprised.

She had already prepared her advice for him.

"Was the spy that old man just mentioned Zhang Huaijuan?"

Chen Yu nodded. Zhang Huaijuan was arrested in the Peng family's area.

Li Jiaojiao was halfway through her stalking when Zhang Huaijuan discovered her; she was essentially lured there.

If the system hadn't reminded her, she would have truly become a "fish in a trap."

No wonder in the original storyline, Li Qiao and Chen Yu spent so much money but still couldn't find Li Mai.

It turns out that this group of people would send the trafficked people directly overseas.

Zhang Huaijuan was a spy, or so the police discovered.

Her husband, the director of the No. 1 Machinery Factory, has been suspended from his duties and is under investigation because of her.

Peng Anna got into her father's car and drove away.

Inside the car, Peng An became even more annoyed by her dejected look: "Who are you putting that sour face on for?"

“I wasn’t giving you a sour look,” Peng Anna retorted softly.

Peng An mocked her: "You're just a useless piece of trash. They say proximity to the water gives you an advantage, and I've created so many opportunities for you, yet you still couldn't win over Chen Yu."

Peng Anna opened her mouth, wanting to say something but then remained silent.

He continued, "If you had just pounced on him, it would have been over by now. What man isn't lustful? Look at his wife now."

Peng An thought of Chen Yu's wife, wondering where he had found such a wonderful woman.

His desire was aroused just looking at that hot body.

“Brother Yu isn’t that kind of person,” Peng Anna retorted. She had seen Chen Yu throw women who had climbed into his bed out the door.

"Tch, how did I end up raising such an idiot?" Peng An shook his head in disgust.

Who in this position doesn't accept anyone who comes along?

He didn't believe Chen Yu would refuse; he figured it was probably because Chen Yu had a health problem.

Peng Anna lowered her head and remained silent.

"Tomorrow you're coming with me to meet the second young master of the Shen family. You need to cooperate; he's Secretary Shen's son."

Peng Anna didn't say anything; she didn't want to go.

Peng An slammed his hand on the chair and roared, "Did you hear what I said?!"

She jumped in fright: "I heard you!"

When Li Jiaojiao came out to look for the child, she saw Peng An's car leave.

She remembered that this person was also crucial.

The system has assessed that one-half of the reasons Chen Yu will become a villain is "Peng An".

In his early years, Chen Yu had worked as a henchman for him.

In order to avoid being used as a scapegoat by Peng An, he helped Peng An establish many connections in legitimate circles.

These relationships were all obtained through his undercover work selling key intelligence to people. Later, he set up the Dongjiang car team himself.

Peng An, who wanted to start his own business, smiled and offered to help him, but in reality, he wanted to turn the Dongjiang team into his own second team.

He and Peng An secretly sparred, and Peng An plotted to kill Shi Tou. Chen Yu always treated him as his younger brother.

Chen Yu took the blame for Shi Tou's death upon himself, and also upon Peng An.

His sparring match with Peng An crossed the line; Peng An lost, and he didn't win either.

As Chen Yu's Dongjiang caravan expanded, it became a mixed bag of people, forcing the orphans to leave the caravan and find a safer place to live.

He sold his two daughters to a political broker in exchange for the opportunity to flee the country with his money.

When Chen Yu was confiscating Peng An's assets, his eldest daughter jumped off a building in front of him and died.

Chen Yu remained unmoved; he had been judged a villain because of his disregard for life.

Tuotuo had explained to her what a villain was, and Li Jiaojiao's own understanding was that "those who fly high will fall hard."

When the system heard her interpretation, it fell silent, but also felt that there was some truth to it.

As long as Chen Yu can keep flying, he won't crash and get hurt, so whether he's a villain or not is irrelevant.

"Don't worry, I'm here. He won't disregard life because of Stone's death, because Stone can't die in the first place."

She really likes stones and is very enthusiastic.

After two days of restoring the plants to their original condition, Li Jiaojiao finally started preparing to buy medicinal herb seeds.