Meeting room.
The flower-armed youth and his underlings sat on the left, Lin Yuan and his suited executives on the right, the conference table forming a clear divide like ancient battle lines between Chu and Han.
On the screen ahead, the footage froze at the moment Little Deer, with red-rimmed eyes, hurled the object at the assailant.
Though he was the one doing the hitting, he looked so pitiful, so aggrieved, so utterly heart-wrenching.
The expensive editor they’d hired was top-notch, capturing the sleazy thug’s lecherous nature in vivid detail. The effect showed plainly on the faces of the flower-armed big brothers.
Awkward. So awkward. Nothing but awkwardness.
Their brother from back home had been knocked out cold and still hadn’t woken up. They’d come in hot for revenge, only for the guy to lead them into the meeting room and play this video…
The young man at the end covered his face especially tightly. His second brother had sent him to check on the sister-in-law’s whereabouts—without mentioning she’d rejected him, or that he’d lost his mind to lust and tried to sweet-talk an innocent eighteen-year-old into bed that very day!
Those up front had stronger nerves. Glaring fiercely, one demanded, “Conveniently caught on camera? What a coincidence.”
Lin Yuan didn’t bat an eye. “I make a habit of recording the child’s daily routines.”
Everyone’s gaze shifted to the row standing against the wall.
Right in the center of attention, Lin Yao’s face darkened ominously. “What the hell does this have to do with me? Just because the kid in the video kinda looks like me?”
Little Deer raised a hesitant hand. “It was me…”
Some had already been sneaking glances at him; now they stared openly.
The boy’s existence wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew the head of the Lin Family kept a pet canary—beautiful enough that one glimpse made anyone fall head over heels. For years, he’d been like a princess locked in an ivory tower. Forget ordinary folk; even the Lin Family’s business partners had never laid eyes on him.
No wonder they kept him hidden. He was pretty enough to steal souls.
Lin Yuan rapped lightly on the table, drawing everyone’s attention back.
An assistant beside him flipped open a notebook. “Our party’s actions were indeed excessive—overzealous self-defense. If you insist on police involvement, we’re willing to accept any legal consequences.”
“Or we can offer compensation and transfer Mr. Huo to a hospital under Lin Corporation investment. We’ll arrange top doctors from home and abroad to treat him until full recovery and discharge.”
Little Deer’s downcast eyes flickered. He hoped they wouldn’t pick the first option.
Daddy had said if they demanded the full video and went to the cops, he’d be shipped off to the police station—cut off from Teacher for years to come.
Daddy never went easy.
His soft pink lips were bitten red, Little Deer let out a quiet sob.
Teacher said the law was the foundation of the nation. Though sometimes lagging, it was mostly the right yardstick. Looks like Little Deer messed up again—did something no normal person would…
Teacher would be so disappointed if he found out, right?
The room fell silent first, then filled with murmurs. Lin Yuan led his subordinates and troublesome son out, leaving space for the flower-arms to discuss. Midway, he had Little Deer pop in now and then to serve tea and apologize.
The boy sniffled nonstop, tears never drying at his eyes.
Lin Yuan watched him, his gaze calm yet edged with chill.
This mishap had started with Shen Leyuan. Though he’d erased the traces, any deep dig would drag the man in.
Little Deer shuffled past with a teapot and liquor bottle, unnerved by the stare. “Daddy?”
“Go on in,” Lin Yuan said. “You’d better be useful.”
After hours of debate, the flower-arms chose the second option.
Little Deer broke into a grin through his tears, only to crumple and nearly cry again. Tugging Lin Yuan’s sleeve, he asked, “Daddy, is Little Deer really that bad?”
Lin Yuan pried his hand off, smoothing his sleeve coolly. “Born bad seed.”
Little Deer wailed outright.
What to do? Little Deer was so bad, he could never be normal. Teacher would never like him now!
Lin Yao scowled and snapped, “Don’t you know how to sugarcoat anything?”
He yanked Little Deer to his side, grumbling as he soothed him. “Bad guys are a dime a dozen. A self-tormenting one like you wouldn’t even rank among them. What’re you overthinking for?”
Little Deer cried louder. “Brother, your words aren’t nice either!”
Even as he bawled, he snuck peeks at A Si, hoping for praise.
A Si hesitated ages before saying, “You didn’t mean to be bad.”
Little Deer: QAQ
Wahhh, he wanted his phone! He wanted to hear Teacher say it! Only then would he believe it!
Lin Yuan eyed the three idiots darkly, his tone heavy and cold. “You think this is over?”
Little Deer went dead silent.
Lin Yao’s face paled, cheeks tightening, but he didn’t argue.
“Do what you want,” he said.
He’d failed to watch Little Deer this time. He’d take the punishment.
Near dawn, they finally returned to the villa.
In an upstairs room, the Little Milk Dog’s floppy ears twitched at the noise. It craned its neck.
Too short. Saw nothing.
Only when the downstairs footsteps scattered chaotically and faded—leaving just faint wheel rolls—did the Little Milk Dog huff and puff onto the bed, aiming to leap from the nightstand to the windowsill.
One, two, three—up!
Mid-air, its belly was scooped mid-waist. The youth yawned. “What’re you doing up in the middle of the night?”
He slid out of bed, depositing the pup back at the edge. Rubbing the little thing affectionately, he said, “No more bed for you. You haven’t bathed. No-bath babies can’t snuggle into Daddy’s blankets.”
The Little Milk Dog let out a lively “Whine!”
More like “Fuck!”
Rubbing the fluffy fur lifted his mood; Shen Leyuan couldn’t resist extra pets. He flipped the pup over, poking its belly. The little one seemed sleepy—barely a aggrieved whine before going quiet.
Hmph, you woke me. No sleep for you. We’re even!
The wheelchair’s rumble was faint, muffled by the door—barely audible to human ears. The Little Milk Dog lay belly-up as Shen Leyuan rose and climbed back into bed. Suddenly, it tried a carp leap… and flopped.
Huo Tingfeng: …
It rolled over obediently, legs flailing in disarray as it charged the door. Momentum betrayed it—forehead slammed hard.
Thud!
Dizzy, vision swimming.
Lin Yuan halted his wheelchair outside the youth’s door.
Muffled voices came from inside—indistinct, like scolding or coquetry. Lin Yuan leaned closer instinctively, catching a fond, soft “So cute.”
Talking to who?
His brows furrowed. He reached for his phone to check the cameras, finger hovering—then froze stiff.
He’d resolved to restrain himself, wean off obsessing over the youth.
But circumstances were special. Matters of feelings and hookups demanded caution, especially at this ambiguous predawn hour. For public and private reasons, he should check.
Lin Yuan tapped.
Meanwhile, Shen Leyuan cradled the Little Milk Dog, grumbling helplessly. “What’s out there that you gotta claw the door? You’ve woken Daddy…”
Huh?
He perked up joyfully. “Mr. Lin!”
He glanced left and right. “Has Little Deer and Lin Yao turned in already?”
Lin Yuan eyed the pup in his arms, exhaling unknowingly.
“They took leave recently,” he said.
Leave again.
Shen Leyuan felt like he was on perpetual paid vacation—salary burning a hole, yet debts loomed monthly…
He pondered, then asked, “Anything I can help with?”
The youth gazed eagerly. “No” died on Lin Yuan’s tongue as he sank into thought.
Shen Leyuan rubbed the dog nervously.
The Little Milk Dog eyed Lin Yuan, paws pressing his arm. Tense too.
It’s him?
The Little Lunatic is his adopted son? That fairy-beautiful canary everyone falls for on sight—the one who took down so many of their bodyguards?
The canary was the real deal. Why hadn’t he believed it before?
Plenty of pretty faces in the world, tastes vary. Back then, calling the Lin son a succubus seemed overkill. Now? Sold.
He could even cure physiological ED—standing at attention!
Unable to hold back a whine, it rolled to stare up at Shen Leyuan, wondering the man’s role in the Lin Family, his motives, any link to the Little Lunatic’s freakishness.
The soft huff drew Lin Yuan’s notice. Likes dogs?
Right. He mentioned desensitization therapy with dogs.
“A new litter just born at the kennel,” Lin Yuan said. “Go tend them for a few days.”
Shen Leyuan’s eyes lit. “Yeah, I was dying to check it out.”
In the novel, the dog-man possessed a three-year-old. Timing-wise, this batch fit. Familiarize himself, have bodyguards monitor—if any suddenly changed temperament in two or three years…
Lin Yuan’s suppressed mood brightened with that smile, then darkened deeper.
The youth affected him too much.
Just a smile.
“Get some rest. It’s late.” Shen Leyuan wiggled the pup’s paw. “Say bye-bye to Mr. Lin, baby. Bye-bye, sweet dreams.”
The man said nothing. Shen Leyuan didn’t mind, waiting till he was gone before shutting the door.
Dawn broke.
Not sleepy.
Up for breakfast, then puppies?
Meanwhile, punishment awaited in the basement—not far from Shen Leyuan.
Bright daylight outside, but Lin Yao’s room was pitch black.
He didn’t fear it much.
But his freshly punished body ached terribly, nerves twitching faintly. In his haze, his mind didn’t go to the traitor Sheng Shisi who’d filmed and turned in the video, nor to Little Deer’s unknown penalty.
All he could think of was the Fox Spirit.
The Fox Spirit was soft-hearted, couldn’t stand seeing hurt.
Me and A Si scrap, just some bruises. His eyes went all dumb like we’d terminal cancer—fuming but biting back curses. Got the doc to bring eggs for hot compresses, concealer to cover up. Must’ve hid it from Daddy too.
What ultimate saint? Not scared Daddy’d fire him if he knew?
Fox Spirit, my ass. Can’t even seduce men right. Shoulda teamed up with the old fogey—trash-talk me a bit to cheer him, whip up grub to butter him up at dinner. That tinderbox house? Up in flames.
So dumb. If he knew I was down here getting punished…
If he knew…
Lin Yao buried his face in his knees, grinding his teeth against wild thoughts. But the inexplicable grievance wouldn’t stop.
That idiot won’t know I’m punished.
Tomorrow morning, if I don’t show, he’ll think I’m skipping again. Ding me in his head.
Hurts so much.
“Woof! Woof woof!”
“Woofwoofwoof! Woof! Woofwoofwoof!”
The puppies bounded toward Shen Leyuan—a black horde, shrunken versions of the ones that’d bitten him before.
Nope. Still scary. Needed to ease in.
Shen Leyuan shakily set down the bucket, backed up behind the bodyguard, and scooped the Little Milk Dog from his pouch, rubbing frantically for comfort in his budget son’s fluff.
Black dogs bite. Black dogs bad!
Baby comforts Daddy. Baby good!
Maybe imprinting—this too-young pup saw him as dad. Wouldn’t stay home without him; whined and scratched otherwise. Shen Leyuan rigged a cloth cradle and toted it along.
The bodyguard finished feeding, chuckling at his cowardice. “These are tiny. What ya scared of?”
Bites’d barely scratch skin, no blood.
Shen Leyuan sighed. “Intellectually, yeah. But feelings don’t listen!”
Truth was, a few more glances and he’d spot the cuteness. Peak dumb-puppy phase: scrambling, whining, shoving for food. Squeezed-out ones whimpered desperately—cuteness doubled.
But nearing to pet? Heart hammered.
Which trauma hit deeper? Nightmares replayed old students bitten—pre-transmigration class.
Sigh. Wonder how the kids are.
Good thing this year’s freshmen. Otherwise, a sudden homeroom teacher change would’ve definitely affected their studies.
“Try petting this one?” The bodyguard popped up with a white pup.
The little thing looked confused but sweet, pink tongue licking its nose, whining softly at him.
One at a time? Manageable. Shen Leyuan reached out to rub it.
Huo Tingfeng could tell that the dog was a purebred. He glanced at his own light brown paws—clearly those of a mutt—and couldn’t resist pawing at the guy surnamed Shen a few times.
He wanted to stay here to investigate the weird shit going on with his body.
Shen Leyuan kissed the puppy’s little paw. “Jealous, huh? Baby doesn’t want Daddy touching others?”
Huo Tingfeng silently retracted his paw. One word in his mind: Fuck!
Say it again: Fuck!!!
Can’t you stop taking advantage of me twice in three sentences?
Shen Leyuan stopped teasing the little dog and chatted with the bodyguard instead. “Why does your boss keep so many dogs?”
“The boss says dogs are sometimes more reliable than people.”
The bodyguard glanced at Shen Leyuan, who was cradling the pup with overflowing maternal vibes, and rubbed his hands together to build some favor for his boss. “Though he might not think so right now. Dogs can be pretty unreliable too—way off the charts sometimes. At least people don’t just bite randomly.”
His implication: See? The boss cares about you.
But Shen Leyuan’s mind had wandered elsewhere. He recalled how Little Deer had bitten the back of his hand before and murmured to himself, “That might not be true…”
“Huh?”
Shen Leyuan snapped back to reality, his face flushing red. “Nothing, nothing.”
The bodyguard eyed him curiously for a few moments, then secretly opened the Madam Group. He found a poll and tapped the second option: Done it.
The first option was also two words: Haven’t.
Further down was a third: Does he even have a wife? Why’s he so nosy about someone else’s love life?
He thought about it, thought some more, really mulled it over, then couldn’t resist being a little shit. He screenshotted the third one and commented: “Yes”
Then he @’d another colleague in the group, adding: [Thanks everyone, we’re together now (bashful.jpg)]
The group exploded in outrage.
[Oh, you two!]
[Dog-head guillotine awaits!!!]
The PDA-loving bodyguard: [ (bashful.jpg) You’re the dogs—single dogs]
While the bodyguard over there was lost in showing off his relationship, Shen Leyuan unhooked the little dog’s travel basket here and laid it on the ground. He let the Corgi pup from home wrestle with the little white dog on it.
The white dog was much bigger than their little treasure at home, but the little one was incredibly brave—pawing, nipping with milk teeth, whimpering and whining but refusing to give up.
So cute.
He pulled out some milk cans from his backpack—one for the white dog, one for his own pup.
He’s definitely taken a liking to the little white one!
Huo Tingfeng felt an unprecedented surge of competitive spirit.
With a purebred around—especially such a majestic, handsome pup—who would still like an ordinary mutt?
Huo Tingfeng sure wouldn’t. By extension, he figured Shen Leyuan felt the same.
He’d been panting from exhaustion, but now he rallied his energy and lunged forward, slamming his little body into…
He didn’t connect—Shen Leyuan scooped him back to his milk can.
“Yours is right here,” Shen Leyuan said, turning into a gentle little clip again. “Baby, eat your own. Daddy will open another one for you after.”
Huo Tingfeng instinctively glanced at the little white dog.
Shen Leyuan caught on like a lightbulb. “The bag’s full of yours—I won’t open one for it!”
Huo Tingfeng’s mood instantly soared. He shot a smug glance at the white pup, let out a light huff from his throat, and smugly lowered his head to lap at the milk.
Lap-lap-lap-lap-lap, much more enthusiastically than usual.
He should just raise me. I’m way smarter than it—even turned into a mutt, I could be king of the dogs!
…Wait, no—why the hell would I want to be king of the dogs?
The little dog lost all appetite, flopping to the ground to question his life choices. Shen Leyuan didn’t notice. He stood up to take delivery of an airline crate from the same-city courier.
The carry-on was pretty spacious. Shen Leyuan opened it for a look, thinking of letting the little pup…
There was a note?
Probably one of those review requests with a three-yuan incentive.
He opened it casually, but his expression gradually darkened.
It said that A Si and Lin Yao had been locked in confinement.
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