"Right here." Chang Yu pulled his phone out of the inside pocket of his jacket.
If he waited any longer, those paws would tear his clothes open.
Yan Junye concentrated on laboriously typing with his paws, failing to notice Chang Yu lifting the right side of his jacket to shield his every move.
Chang Yu was afraid word would spread that Xiaotu could type. It would be no good if the story grew into something fantastical. The tallest tree caught the most wind.
Once he finished typing, Yan Junye showed Chang Yu the phone with a look that begged for praise, his tail wagging smugly.
-"You'd better give me extra food tonight."
-"I want hot pot!" He hadn't had any in ages.
The Pomeranian saw the golden retriever acting all sneaky, grinning about something.
It sidled over, putting on its usual foxy, winsome expression to tempt the human who had absolutely no resistance to fluffy creatures.
"Looks just like a doll," Chang Yu remarked.
The Pomeranian smiled in satisfaction. Its looks stood out even among all the other dogs.
Just as it was about to rub against Chang Yu's hand and sneak a peek at the phone, an utterly unsporting paw kicked it from behind.
Caught completely off guard, it rolled all the way to the far left end of the sofa.
Yan Junye quickly withdrew his hind paw and barked, pretending he had done nothing.
[My owner is a clean freak. You'd better stay away, or your little doggy life could be in danger.]
Chang Yu maintained that he was indeed a clean freak, but petting a household dog was still perfectly fine.
Yan Junye spouted nonsense without the slightest pressure. "I'm only warning you out of kindness."
"Are you a fake golden retriever?!" The Pomeranian's bark was shrill and piercing, all the more so when it was angry.
Every golden retriever it had met before had been mild-tempered and completely unaggressive.
Something about this golden retriever felt wrong. He didn't act remotely like a golden retriever should.
"There's such a thing as a fake golden retriever?" Yan Junye pretended not to understand. "You just haven't seen enough of the world. There are golden retrievers like me too."
The Pomeranian was so angry it wanted to bite him, but its owner picked it up. "Behave. You're no match for a big dog."
Unable to move, the Pomeranian stared furiously at the golden retriever.
Meeting the Pomeranian's gaze, Yan Junye rubbed against Chang Yu's hand.
For some reason, the Pomeranian felt the golden retriever was staking his claim.
He's my owner. You can't rub against him.
Golden retrievers really did seem petty. The Pomeranian had once heard of a family that kept a golden retriever and a cat, and the poor little cat had ended up bitten to death by the golden retriever.
All because it was so jealous.
Luckily, it hadn't managed to rub against Chang Yu's hand just now, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Yan Junye had no idea he had acquired a reputation for jealousy. He simply didn't want the Pomeranian seeing how he passed information to Chang Yu.
This was a secret no living creature could know.
Otherwise, he might be dragged off to be dissected.
Just as Chang Yu finished reading the contents of the phone, a man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, clearly getting on in years, walked in through the doorway.
Li Yong's mother said, "Fourth Brother, what brings you here?"
Peng Zhengchu's former wife had only been dead a few days. With the large age gap on top of that, he still didn't dare let his sister know he was dating the postpartum nanny's daughter.
"To see you, of course."
Li Yong's mother looked Peng Zhengchu up and down in puzzlement, thinking that he had certainly been visiting often lately.
Peng Zhengchu sat down and looked at the two young men.
He knew what had happened to Li Yong lately. It was on Weibo's trending searches every day; it would have been stranger if he hadn't known.
"You young people act on impulse. In the end, you'll learn what regret means."
He spoke with the air of someone who had been through it all. "You need to learn gratitude. Our family saved your father's life. Is deleting an announcement really that hard?"
It would take one second, yet they had made it so complicated.
Chang Yu sneered. "You're already this old, and you still don't know what regret means either, do you?"
"What you did wasn't even acting on impulse. It was thinking with your dick."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Peng Zhengchu raised his voice guiltily. "Besides, what do I have to regret?"
Chang Yu didn't raise his voice to argue. His tone remained as flat as ever. "True. Of course an old bull munching tender grass wouldn't regret it. You'll know regret when that grass starts scraping your throat."
"And you're in no position to talk about gratitude. Your late wife's first seven days haven't even passed, and you're already in a hurry to tumble into bed with some young woman."
"Do you realize that a twenty-year-old girl has no interest in an old man like you? She's only with you to use you as a watchdog."
For instance, whenever the postpartum nanny was about to swap something out, she would first have her daughter ask Peng Zhengchu when Li Yong's mother would be home and which cameras in the house were on.
Peng Zhengchu had even asked why she wanted to know. The girl on the other end of the phone had replied shyly, "We kiss in your sister's house. I'm afraid someone might see us. That would be so embarrassing..."
Peng Zhengchu, an old man with romance on the brain, had believed her.
Li Yong's mother immediately realized something was wrong and demanded of Peng Zhengchu, "Who are you seeing?"
Li Yong, however, wasn't paying attention to Peng Zhengchu. His gaze settled on Chang Yu.
Could Chang Yu really be as miraculous as the rumors said?
Could he know every secret about his opponents?
He hadn't even known his uncle had found someone new so quickly.
Peng Zhengchu stammered, not daring to answer. All he could do was change the subject. "Don't listen to Chang Yu's nonsense. He's just trying to distract you."
Chang Yu still looked utterly unconcerned. "Check the things in your house, and you'll know the truth."
"Also, does your child get sick a lot?"
Hearing Chang Yu's question, Li Yong's mother could barely hold back from calling him a master. "Yes. I always thought it was because I was getting old, so the child I gave birth to had poor immunity."
Facing her eager gaze, Chang Yu said, "It's not you. It's the postpartum nanny you hired."
"If you want me to explain, I have conditions."