Looking at the computer in front of him, Yan Junye felt his brain grind to a halt. His vision went black, and his head toppled forward uncontrollably.
After ten long days of overtime, he finally got a rare good night's sleep.
Opening his eyes, he blearily squinted at the clock first.
The hand pointed to six. Good, he could sleep for another hour.
He rolled over comfortably, and the image of a dog flashed across the mirror nearby.
Under the light, the golden retriever's coat looked shiny and sleek, like a high-quality fluffy rug. He could imagine its soft texture without even touching it.
Its deep brown, sleepy eyes paired with its large ears made the golden retriever look especially cute and friendly.
But he didn't have a golden retriever at home.
As awareness gradually returned, Yan Junye shot upright in shock.
Hadn't he died suddenly while working overtime last night?
Where was he now?
He looked at the mirror in front of him again, and silence spread.
He lowered his head blankly. A whole body of golden fur. There was no mistaking it-that good-looking dog was him.
Yan Junye immediately wagged his tail with delight, so happy he couldn't close his mouth.
The native Chinese dogs in his comfortably well-off household were pampered by the whole family, supplied with good food and drink, and had absolutely no worries in their doggy lives.
As a corporate slave whose days and nights were reversed, who worked overtime at any moment for lousy pay and had even died suddenly, he had envied them for years.
Now it was finally his turn to enjoy the good life!
Voices came from the doorway. Yan Junye raised his fluffy tail, eager to admire his new owner.
Having only just become a dog, though, he wasn't quite used to walking on four legs.
Each of his four legs went its own way, making him look just like a zombie. It was an awful sight.
And so Yan Junye awkwardly hopped and shuffled over.
The entryway was much narrower than the bedroom, but that didn't stop the sunlight from jostling to pour into it.
His new owner stood there against the light, the warm yellow sunlight unable to mask his fair complexion.
His features looked even softer and more handsome in the sunlight. When his eyes, glimmering with flecks of light, caught sight of him, a gentle smile curled his lips.
Yan Junye, a sucker for good looks, fell for him on the spot.
His silky, fluffy tail began swaying involuntarily as he rubbed against his owner's trouser leg. He wanted to throw his whole doggy body onto the man, inwardly screaming, Master, come snuggle!
Seeing them getting along well, the person in work clothes outside the door smiled and tilted their head toward the golden retriever. "As a qualified comfort dog, make sure you work hard at Mr. Chang's home."
For an instant, Yan Junye felt as if his paws were resting not on the floor, but on scorching hot potatoes.
What did you just say?
A comfort dog?
Work?
Why did I still have to work after being reincarnated into the animal realm?!
At that moment, the corporate slave Yan Junye sank into endless contemplation. Had he committed some terrible sin in his previous life?
Even in death, he was still a corporate slave. Only now, he was a cute corporate slave.
Before he could recover from the sorrow of being unable to laze his way through his doggy life, the door in front of him closed. His owner beside him tugged at his tie, the gentleness on his face completely replaced by irritation and ruthlessness.
Without even looking at him, he said in a calm, indifferent voice, "Turn your head away."
Yan Junye's mouth twitched despite himself. His rose-colored glasses shattered all over the floor. As he turned his head, he inwardly roared, How could he have two completely different faces?! This was fraud against a dog!
Unwilling to give up, Yan Junye narrowed his eyes to slits and secretly watched his owner's every move.
Well-fitted suit trousers outlined smooth muscle contours. A long leg lifted, and he kicked the bathroom door open.
The person inside was dragged and hauled out.
The room that had just been flooded with sunlight was now filled with cries of pain. Dark clouds pressed heavily over the heads of every living thing in the room, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.
Yan Junye felt as though snow were drifting over his head, complete with its own bleak background music.
Yet his owner was ever so considerate. He stuffed something into the man's mouth, his tone mocking.
"Why are you yelling so loudly? If you scare my dog, don't expect to walk out of this door today."
Yan Junye: "..." Thank you so much for being so thoughtful.
It was bad enough that he couldn't laze around, but he'd also had the rotten luck to be given to a man with depression and a violent temper. Was he not allowed a peaceful death even as a dog?
Yan Junye's doggy face was practically drooping to the floor. But in life-no, in a dog's life-he had to fight for himself.
He had to find a way to switch to a gentle, rich owner, then begin his doggy life of slacking off.
What bad intentions could a big dog possibly have?
Yan Junye planned to sneak out and chase after the person who had just brought him here. At a golden retriever's height, he could easily open the front door by standing up on his hind legs.
He began to feel thankful that he hadn't transmigrated into a corgi.
Otherwise, not only would he be unable to open the door, but people would also be gawking at his heart-shaped butt. Just thinking about it was mortifying.
His paw had only just touched the door handle when he heard the screams drawing closer and closer.
He lowered his doggy head and turned to steal a furtive look.
The man, covered in blood, was lunging toward the front door, mumbling something unintelligible.
Behind the man followed his unhurried owner, holding a stick and radiating danger.
Yan Junye was so frightened that every hair on his body nearly stood on end.
When he wasn't in a hurry, he could barely manage to walk on all fours. Once he panicked, his human habits always surfaced instinctively.
He hastily pulled the door open, raised his two front paws, and dashed out in a posture rarely witnessed in all of dogkind.
He heard no pursuing footsteps as he ran. Surely he wouldn't be caught and taken back now!
His smugness lasted less than a second. After rounding the corner, he discovered nothing but a white wall in front of him. It was a dead end.
The elevator and stairs were in the other direction.
Yan Junye, exhausted from running and panting madly: "..."
Guiltily, he poked half his doggy head around the corner and saw the man standing at the doorway with his arms folded, as if watching a show. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled his lips as he offered a terse assessment. "Stupid dog."
Yan Junye was so angry he wanted to curse him out.
But he only thought about it.
Following the principle that his doggy life came first, he put on a fawning doggy smile. His golden-and-white tail wagged as he approached and rubbed against his owner's naturally hanging hand. He lifted his head too, obediently volunteering for pets.
Chang Yu lowered his eyes to the golden retriever, cautiously begging for mercy while sweetly acting cute, and thought that sparing its doggy life wasn't out of the question.
If it died too soon, he would have trouble explaining it.
Yet at the same time, a somewhat masculine voice sounded in his mind.
-You bastard! In your mental state, you still need comforting? I'm the one who needs comforting, okay?!
Chang Yu's hand paused on the fluffy doggy head.
At the word "comforting," he narrowed his eyes and curiously examined the golden retriever comfort dog in front of him again.
Live long enough, and you saw everything. He had actually heard a dog calling him a dog.