Little Deer wasn’t too thrilled about the teacher mentioning others, but this was the teacher’s concern for him!
It sounded good—music to his ears. Say more!
The kid immediately started tattling, mumbling and grumbling that Daddy wouldn’t let him go out to find the teacher and had rejected his school enrollment request.
After a few coaxing words, Shen Leyuan hung up the call. He wanted to ask Director Hao something but held back.
Better wait until after completing the onboarding process.
Calculating the time, he ignored Hao Mingrui’s weird expression and hurried to prepare lunch for the little one.
“Daddy’s back~” The words came out in a soft, coquettish lilt.
But the Little Dog ignored him.
Shen Leyuan carried over the little bowl and coaxed it. “Why won’t you pay attention to Daddy? Did you wake up without seeing me and get scared?”
The little one had been asleep at the time, so he hadn’t brought it along to the cafeteria.
Now, it had its back turned to him, utterly silent. It ignored even his pokes and prods. Even at mealtime, it acted like it couldn’t smell the aroma of the dog food and goat milk, stubbornly facing the wall.
Shen Leyuan held back a laugh as he coaxed it. “Daddy went to earn money for baby to buy yummy food. He wasn’t abandoning you. Don’t be mad, okay?”
“Come try the new flavor? Daddy’s only making this for you—no sharing with other dogs!”
A passing officer felt an eerie sense of déjà vu. He racked his brain for a moment before elbowing his colleague. “Haven’t we heard lines like that before? That segment on the legal channel… what was it?”
His colleague drawled gloomily, “《The Missing Husband》, the episode about the man cheating with his mistress and murdering her.”
They exchanged a glance, then lost their serious expressions and burst into laughter.
Shen Leyuan turned at the sound of their laughter, standing up a bit embarrassed. “Something wrong?”
The officer he’d locked eyes with straightened up, suddenly nervous.
No idea why, but even though the new colleague was young and gentle, there was this inexplicable sense of distance.
“Report!” He saluted. “We’re holding a welcome party for new hires this Sunday!”
The Little Dog snuck a glance at them with its peripheral vision and let out a little hmph.
Someone didn’t hear it.
Someone thought: A few of my students became cops too. They even came to see me with their medals before. Wonder if I’ll get the chance to see them again.
Feeling a touch of melancholy and nostalgia, he replied, “Sure, what time on Sunday?”
The officer said, “Evening.”
Little Dog: “Awoo!”
The two sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Shen Leyuan instinctively looked over and saw the Little Dog still facing the wall, so he chatted with his future colleagues first. “Then let’s add each other on WeChat—we can coordinate details later?”
After adding them one by one, the Little Dog was gone.
Shen Leyuan found its fluffy tail poking out from behind a flowerpot. He picked up the little bowl and resumed his coaxing.
The two officers watched him, whispering.
One said, “My sister-in-law feeds my little nephew just like that—chasing him around with a spoon.”
The other: “I’ve helped my sister feed her kid before. Harder than a mission!”
They locked eyes again and gave each other a knowing high-five. “No marriage, no kids—stay safe!”
The Little Dog’s ears were sharp. It felt a bit embarrassed at that, slinking out from behind the flowerpot all wilted to eat, pondering when it could escape this dog body.
A dog can live over a decade. No way he was sticking around that long.
But he couldn’t leave now. Shen Leyuan was tangled up in a criminal case—those people might hire killers again. He had to protect Shen Leyuan.
That night, Huo Tingfeng’s soul left his body once more.
He placed the phone beside him, pried open Shen Leyuan’s hand, logged into his own WeChat, and glared at the login options, cursing Ma XX under his breath.
If I could use the phone myself, why the hell would I need password login?!
No real friends on Weibo. Twitter required a VPN. QQ hadn’t been touched in years. The phone’s contacts needed names he couldn’t recall.
After racking his brain, the number he remembered clearest was…
He messaged his own phone: 【Xiaoqi, you on night duty tonight?】
No reply from the other side.
Huo Tingfeng: 【No calls—can’t talk here.】
Huo Tingfeng: 【Xiaoqi.】
Huo Tingfeng: 【Reply.】
Huo Tingfeng: 【Who’s on duty tonight?】
In the hospital room, Huo Xiaoqi hesitantly used his second brother’s fingerprint to unlock the phone. He was baffled by the messages from that familiar number.
Isn’t this Shen Leyuan’s number?
Uneasy, he replied: 【How do you have my second bro’s number?】
A sudden flash of insight hit him. He checked WeChat—strangely, no Little Deer, just Shen Leyuan added.
Wait… my head’s a mess…
Huo Xiaoqi couldn’t figure it out. Who does second bro actually like?
Before he could sort it out, a long new message popped up.
【When you were four, you pissed your pants and hid them in the closet, claiming third bro ate them to avoid a beating; at seven, you put earthworms in the teacher’s bed and a bomb in big bro’s—got caught by second bro; at ten, the house wiring caught fire and you panicked, splashing a cup of water on it; at twelve…】
Huo Xiaoqi slapped his palm over the screen.
Hahaha, must be the sleep deprivation from night watches messing with my head. How else would I see this crap only second bro knows?
He lifted his hand and looked again—still those horrifying words.
Wuu…
Trembling, he backed away from the bed, wanting to grab his own phone and chat with someone for courage. But as if the other side knew, a new message arrived: 【Don’t tell anyone else. I only reached out to you.】
Xiaoqi’s an idiot, but reliable enough right now, Huo Tingfeng thought.
“I only reached out to you”—that’s me showing trust in Huo Xiaoqi.
But things were different now.
His slightly emaciated body lay on the hospital bed, face ghostly pale under the lights. Huo Xiaoqi glanced at the still form, then at second bro’s phone spewing messages. Shaking, he typed a probe: 【Bro, you back?】
Huo Tingfeng: 【Not yet, little accident.】
Knowing his brother was worried, he added: 【Don’t worry, I’m safe now. Give it some time and I’ll come back to you all.】
Huo Xiaoqi: ……
Sniffling, he replied: 【No need to rush back.】
Then: 【Really can’t tell anyone? We’re all worried sick.】
He was so scared—he needed someone to keep him company.
Huo Tingfeng: 【Keep your trap shut, punk! I still gotta settle the score for you spreading rumors about me and the Little Lunatic!】
Huo Xiaoqi shook even harder, crying as he switched to voice messages on WeChat: “Bro, I was wrong, wuu… Don’t come back for me. Go find sixth bro—he laughed the loudest, egged everyone on to watch the drama, wuuuwaa…”
He suspected second bro’s soul was haunting Shen Leyuan and using his phone to message.
Sure enough, a WeChat reply came quick.
【No voice messages—I can’t hear them right now. First, tell everyone not to worry. Second, bar Little Deer from my room. Then find some ruthless thugs and send them to…】
Tears blurred his vision; Huo Xiaoqi couldn’t make out the rest.
He! Was! Terrified!!!
After wiping his eyes over and over, he finally read it. He didn’t get why second bro wanted Fatty beaten but didn’t dare ask. Sniffling, he typed: 【Second bro, want me to have someone rough up Little Deer and Shen Leyuan while I’m at it?】
Huo Tingfeng: 【?】
Oh, second bro still has feelings for his sister-in-law.
Huo Xiaoqi unsent it and rephrased: 【Second bro, want me to have someone rough up Shen Leyuan while I’m at it?】
Huo Tingfeng: 【:)】
Huo Tingfeng: 【Try touching him and see what happens?】
Huo Tingfeng: 【Also, keep Little Deer the hell away from me—as far as possible. I got zero feelings for him. None!】
Huo Xiaoqi stopped crying, tempted to shove the old recording in second bro’s face.
Back then, how fired up he’d been: “Xiaoqi, second bro found his soulmate this lifetime. You’re getting a sister-in-law! Quick, check her background—my happiness depends on you!”
Composing himself, reason reclaimed the high ground.
Huo Xiaoqi snapped a photo of the hospital bed and sent it: 【Can’t confirm your identity】
Huo Xiaoqi: 【Unless you got proof】
He actually believed it was Huo Tingfeng and was now fishing for bros’ embarrassing stories.
Huo Tingfeng saw right through it but didn’t care. Those dumbasses had their fun watching the drama—time they paid a price.
He sold out his brothers without hesitation.
Soon, raucous laughter echoed from the hospital room.
Meanwhile, in the quiet room, the Leyuan Point Reading Pen was getting smoother to use. Embarrassing tales flew back and forth as the brothers cackled wildly across the distance. Only Shen Leyuan sighed inwardly with worry.
Is this ever gonna end? My wrist’s starting to hurt…
Another ten-plus minutes dragged on. Shen Leyuan couldn’t take it anymore. Eyes closed, he called out, “Mr. Chu.”
Huo Tingfeng’s body stiffened.
Shen Leyuan: “You can use me directly. I won’t peek. Can I switch to a more comfortable position?”
No answer. He frantically deleted the message history.
Minutes passed before he set down the “Point Reading Pen” and gently stroked Shen Leyuan’s eyes with a finger.
Shen Leyuan: “Can I look now?”
His hand was gripped and shaken up and down—meaning yes.
One line remained on the screen: 【Sorry for disturbing you.】
“It was a bit of a disturbance,” Shen Leyuan sighed. “But that’s not the main issue. Next time, just ask me—we can pick a better time.”
Huo Tingfeng: 【Apologies.】
Shen Leyuan: “I accept your apology. Do you need to contact anyone else right now?”
Huo Tingfeng wanted to say no, but a new message popped up on the phone.
Before Shen Leyuan could react, his eyes were firmly covered. The scorching palm was slick with thin sweat, radiating Mr. Ghost’s tension. It should have been pointless—that person couldn’t block his gaze anyway.
But he chose to close his eyes, not reading those words.
Looks familiar—like an added friend, but not memorable.
If Mr. Ghost’s following me, maybe we crossed paths in life… Taller than average, big chest—should’ve stuck in my mind…
He didn’t dwell. He felt his fingers being used again.
Only then did he realize: when Mr. Ghost covered his eyes, the arm had come from behind, pressing him against soft pecs—practically a full embrace, highlighting their stark difference in build.
The contact started cool, then gradually warmed.
Drenched in sweat, Huo Tingfeng finished cursing out Huo Xiaoqi, strictly forbidding proactive contact, deleted the messages, and saw Shen Leyuan’s eyes squeezed shut. Only then did he relax a fraction.
He didn’t see.
But why’s his face so red? Sick?
Nah, my chest is darker-skinned—makes his flushed pink stand out.
Huo Tingfeng could see himself, so he saw that soft face pressed to firm pecs, lips brushing skin ever so slightly, his palm over those eyes—like he had this man fully under control.
His Adam’s apple bobbed subtly.
As if ignited by the sight, Huo Tingfeng’s blood boiled throughout his body.
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