Half an hour earlier, Lin Yao had knocked on the door.
In the time since, Lin Yuan scoured every surveillance video he’d once restrained himself from watching, scrutinizing the little thing he’d overlooked. The more he watched, the more alarmed he grew.
Huo. Ting. Feng.
The scenes of Lin Shilu being teased by this man were vivid in his mind, but recalling them stirred no particular emotion in Lin Yuan. Yet the thought of this man repeatedly approaching Shen Leyuan—and now possessing a dog’s body, cohabiting with him day and night—made him…
No, he shouldn’t get angry. He shouldn’t kill over something like this.
Suppressing the urge to turn the vegetative state into a corpse, Lin Yuan stared icily at the stiffened little dog. “What is your goal?”
The big screen was playing the moment the little dog got bitten on the butt by the snake.
The tender little Corgi whimpered pitifully, twisting its butt frantically and spinning into a whirlwind on the floor. Finally, it flopped over crookedly, tongue lolling, eyes rolling back—ugly beyond endurance.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—
All his embarrassing memories flooded back at once. Huo Tingfeng completely lost his composure and chomped down hard on Lin Yuan’s palm.
It’s all your fault!
If you’d watched the Little Lunatic properly, this wouldn’t have happened!
If you hadn’t filmed Little Deer’s daily life, I wouldn’t have died of social embarrassment in front of the elders!
You voyeur—you even put cameras in the hospital room… Oh no, not just the hospital room. You installed surveillance under Shen Leyuan’s bed too!
Fueled by towering hatred, Huo Tingfeng bit down with all his might.
Lin Yuan impassively watched it bite, while his other hand opened the surveillance footage and edited a clip of the little dog attacking someone.
Ten minutes later, amid the little dog’s furious woof-woof tirade in the background, Shen Leyuan awkwardly apologized, “Sorry, sorry. Huihui must have been spooked today…”
“No problem.” Lin Yuan said coolly, “But I suspect it has rabies.”
Huo Tingfeng: ???
Dog! Thing!
The one who should be turned into a dog isn’t me—it’s you, you jerk!
Just you wait. Once I’m back in my own body…
AAAAAAAHHHH—
Gah.
The barking curses cut off abruptly. Huo Tingfeng’s soul detached, racing off to tattle, but before he could get close, Shen Leyuan scooped up the little dog in horror. “Huihui… Why isn’t it breathing?”
The second half of the sentence was directed at Lin Yuan, laced with unwitting plea for help.
“Because rabid dogs tend to drop dead easily.”
Lin Yuan reached out to him, softening his voice to a coaxing tone. “Hand it over to me. Okay?”
Shen Leyuan shook his head blankly.
“I…”
He didn’t know what he wanted to say. His mind was a total blank.
Before Shen Leyuan could figure it out, the little dog in his arms suddenly sat bolt upright, barking madly at the slanderer. Then it whipped around, whimpering and nuzzling him, licking his face before resuming its tirade.
Shen Leyuan: ?
Lin Yuan: …
After a beat of silence, deep suspicion welled up in Shen Leyuan’s heart. “Mr. Lin, it doesn’t look like it has rabies.”
It looks more like it’s suffered a huge grievance.
“Whiiiine~”
The little dog turned back to nuzzle its owner, eyes brimming pitifully.
Shen Leyuan’s heart ached terribly. He said awkwardly, “My little dog has a short temper. It was probably just stressed from the unfamiliar environment. I’m really sorry… Why don’t you go get a rabies shot first?”
Lin Yuan eyed the little dog; the little dog eyed Lin Yuan right back, both thinking the exact same thing.
Hah, what a drama queen!
That night, the little dog wasn’t allowed on the bed and got locked in confinement by Shen Leyuan.
But Lin Yuan didn’t win either.
—The young man refused to hand over the little dog, insisting the dog crate stay in his room because the pup had a fiery temper and was prone to sudden death; it would get stressed without seeing Daddy.
Deep into the night.
Huo Tingfeng crouched by the bed, holding Shen Leyuan’s hand in a daze.
Lin Yuan had given him two choices: scram, or confess his identity to Shen Leyuan.
He’d picked the former.
Call him a coward or shameless, whatever—he didn’t dare let Shen Leyuan know he was Huo Tingfeng. He couldn’t face the version of himself that had licked Shen Leyuan multiple times, acted all cute and pitiful.
Most importantly, Lin Yuan promised to find him a suitable body double.
—Body double. What a laughable term.
That morning, he’d been jealous and furious over that pack of little Corgis. By afternoon, he’d realized it was actually a great idea.
Shen Leyuan wouldn’t be heartbroken. He wouldn’t be exposed.
Everything was perfect.
“Mm?” Shen Leyuan rolled over, mumbling uneasily in his sleep. “Huihui…”
His hand clenched tighter and tighter; he was on the verge of tears.
He dreamed of Huihui’s corpse rotting and stinking in the soil; of Huihui with rabies, while a big shot gripped his hand and urged him to pull the trigger; of Huihui lost, run away, killed by the big shot, strangled by Little Deer.
Poor Huihui. Danger lurks everywhere around me.
Shivering with regret, a familiar scent suddenly enveloped him. Shen Leyuan mumbled groggily, “Mr. Chu?”
No answer came, but gentle fingers smoothed his furrowed brow.
Huo Tingfeng let himself pull the young man close, wanting to meld him into his flesh and blood—but afraid it would discomfort him, he settled for a restrained embrace. He stole a kiss on the young man’s forehead.
“So many dogs, and you recognized me at a glance.”
“So many people, won’t you recognize me at a glance too?”
“If you get mad then, hit me, curse me—I can take it…”
“I think I’ve fallen for you, Shen Leyuan.”
Of course, Shen Leyuan couldn’t hear him.
But he hugged back, burying his head in Mr. Ghost’s shoulder hollow. The tight line of his lips curved up slightly, and his nightmare turned sweet.
In the monitoring room, Lin Yuan’s gaze lingered on the young man’s posture.
He was certain he’d never seen such a pose before.
It was like clinging to something—or someone—brimming with dependence and trust, intimacy blooming naturally. If the other person woke now, the young man would probably tilt his head up in a daze for a kiss, murmuring a sweet “good morning.”
It should have been unfamiliar.
But it felt so familiar. So nostalgic.
He watched all night, until Shen Leyuan got up and carried the dog crate off to breakfast.
Little Deer was his usual lively, cheerful self, dominating the table with nonstop chatter to his teacher about what he’d learned, mastered, and done. Midway, he scooted closer to Shen Leyuan and offered the after-meal dessert.
“This one’s yummy—super sweet. Try it, Teacher~”
The next instant, a wheat-colored hand seized his wrist and yanked him back. Lin Yao’s face was stormy. “Lin Shilu, you treating me like I’m dead?”
“Let go QAQ.” Little Deer looked aggrievedly at Shen Leyuan. “Teacher, look at him!”
Lin Yao jolted in shock, fumbling to release his grip.
“Teacher, I…”
Rubbing his forehead, Shen Leyuan said helplessly, “Lin Yao, that’s not how you like someone.”
How can you attract your crush’s attention by acting naughty?
Lin Yao’s face turned ghastly.
He’d been abroad for so many years, and it wasn’t like no one had been good to him. Why would he truly obsess over Little Deer? The so-called infatuation—beyond their shared childhood—was mostly just a long-accumulated habit.
—Not a habit of liking Little Deer, but a habit of screwing with Lin Yuan.
Otherwise, why wouldn’t he even know Little Deer’s hobbies or tastes? Why get impatient talking to him so often?
Little Deer fanned the flames from behind his teacher, yelling gleefully, “Yeah, yeah~”
He sounded smug, flaunting it.
Lin Yao’s face darkened further, snapping back in humiliated fury, “I don’t like Little Deer!”
Shen Leyuan said mildly, “Okay, you don’t.”
Lin Yao exploded, “I really don’t!”
Shen Leyuan: “Mm, I believe you. No need to get worked up.”
Little Deer poked his head out from behind Lin Yao, feigning shock. “Brother doesn’t like Little Deer anymore? But Brother used to call me his darling wife, said he’d make me serve Dad tea as the new daughter-in-law one day. Last month he even tried to climb into Little Deer’s bed—and now he doesn’t like me?”
He turned to advise Shen Leyuan, “Teacher, let’s not play with him anymore. He’s not loyal.”
“Lin! Shi! Lu!”
Lin Yao was nearly driven mad. “You have the nerve to call me out, you dog who falls for anyone he sees? Fine, fine, yes yes yes, I tried to climb into your bed—but didn’t you climb into…”
The clatter of cutlery hitting plates rang out. Lin Yuan said coldly, “Enough.”
Little Deer and Lin Yao spoke at once.
Little Deer: “Daddy…”
Lin Yao: “You old fart! Little Deer climbed into…”
Sensing disaster brewing, Shen Leyuan grabbed the dog crate and backed away slowly, fleeing the hair-pulling contest in double time.
This topic was too dangerous—better left for them to sort out.
It was awkward with an outsider there.
Once he left the scene, the atmosphere devolved into utter chaos.
Little Deer grumbled that Lin Yuan hadn’t kicked his brother out; Lin Yao mocked Lin Yuan for not even handling a single dog.
Lin Yuan ate leisurely, saying coolly, “Childish.”
Lin Yao and Little Deer’s faces both darkened.
One snarled, “Old fart!”
The other piped up crisply, “You’re the childish one! You’re old—you’ll die soon!”
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