My Wife Fishes For Me Every Day - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – The Beautiful Fox

“Hello, this is the Social Security Management Department of Zone E. How can I help you?”

Inside a spacious, brightly lit office building, a C-class alpha operator was lazily leaning by the window, answering a call.

Behind him were several workstations, lined up in a row. His colleagues, also dressed in identical suits and uniforms, were a mix of alpha and beta who had passed all physical evaluations. At the moment, none of them were sitting properly at their desks—they had gathered together to play poker.

Only at the very corner of the office sat one person. A black baseball cap was pulled low over his head, nearly buried beneath a towering stack of paperwork. From the gaps between the documents, a glimpse of red hair could be seen.

He was napping there, his white shirt pulled taut over his well-shaped shoulders and back, revealing a clean curve. The red hair partially covered his face, and the exposed portion of his pale neck appeared strikingly cool against the hair’s color. Around his neck was a silver, hollow-patterned metal collar, perfectly hiding the faintly protruding gland at the nape.

His lean figure radiated an aloofness that discouraged approach, utterly unaffected by the surrounding noise.

The social security officer hung up the call and slapped the mission slip on the table. “Rescue a cat. Who’s going?”

At this time of day—nearing clock-out—nobody wanted to go. The poker players paused for a beat, then all glanced toward the corner in silent agreement.

Someone craned their neck to confirm the man in the corner was asleep, then sneered maliciously, “Let Ling Zhuo go. He’ll definitely want to. I saw he submitted another application to the Execution Department through the Alpha Association~”

The comment was laced with sarcasm and clear ill intent. The others smirked knowingly.

The A-Association maintained order within the Federation and was notoriously difficult for ordinary people to enter. The Execution Department, serving as its sharpest blade, was even more exclusive. Among its five ranks—S to D—only alphas above A-class were accepted for field roles.

Those with lower rankings were assigned to local social security divisions. Everyone in this office knew Ling Zhuo was only a D-class.

“Hah, what a joke,” one person mocked while sorting their cards. “As if he’d ever be accepted. No matter how many missions he takes, it’s useless!”

“Not necessarily,” an intern suddenly chimed in cluelessly. “Don’t forget—before Team One’s Captain Mota was recruited, people said he was just a street punk living in G-Zone’s slums!”

That area, near the ocean, was even more chaotic than other border cities and economically worse off—a truly poor district.

Ling Zhuo had lived there too, before Mota picked him up.

Their voices were loud. Due to his fox instincts, Ling Zhuo was particularly sleepy during the day, and their noise made him frown in his doze. The fox ears hidden under his cap twitched impatiently, nearly tipping the hat off.

Then suddenly, he heard a familiar name—and his eyes snapped open.

Mota!

They were talking about Mota. My human~

A smile curved at the corners of Ling Zhuo’s eyes, still buried under his arms. His lips twitched up as if he could barely stop himself from wagging an invisible tail.

But the next second, the smile dropped.

He lifted his head, his cold, piercing gaze slicing through the stacks of paperwork as he stared at the speaker.

“Maybe he just got in because of his looks. I mean, he’s hot and built, and he’s voted Most Popular every year—”

BANG!

A loud crash cut the sentence short. The poker players jumped in fright. The table at the center had been smashed into pieces. A long, slender leg wearing black cargo pants—tightly fastened at the ankle with boots—appeared in their view.

“The fvck…” one of them started cursing, then turned and saw who it was. They instantly shut up and sank back down into their seats, hastily swallowing their words.

Sh1t! They forgot about his superhuman hearing—and worse, you couldn’t say a single bad word about Mota in front of him!

The burly men of the Social Security Department clenched their jaws, full of anger but not daring to speak.

Ling Zhuo, expressionless, withdrew his leg and dusted off the wood splinters from his pants with his usual clean-freak fastidiousness.

“There was a fly buzzing too loud.”

His voice was cold and clear—remarkably pleasant to the ears.

Everyone: “…”

After speaking, he wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air. He disliked the mixed scent of pheromones and cigarette smoke in the room. With a frown, he extended a hand. “Mission.”

The intern moved fastest, quickly picking the task slip out of the wood debris, brushing it off, and handing it to him with both hands, respectfully.

Ling Zhuo took the slip and turned on his heel, walking out the door.

Behind him, someone grumbled under their breath: “Fvck, is he Mota’s dog or what? Such a huge reaction!”

Ling Zhuo, already at the door, turned back, brows drawn tightly. “Wrong. I’m a fox.”

He hated dogs. Dogs only knew how to act cute and whine to win Mota’s affection. Shameless.

“…” The group flinched again and clamped their mouths shut, watching him leave in stunned silence.

After he was gone, the tense air finally eased.

The intern patted his chest in fright and murmured, cheeks flushed, “He looked at me… heh heh…”

Like being bewitched by a fox.

When they first met Ling Zhuo, the others had the same reaction: “…The more you’re bewitched now, the more you’ll hate him later.”

Because you want to fvck him, but can’t—and you can’t beat him either.

He’s only a D-class…

The intern clasped his hands to his cheeks, starry-eyed. “But he’s just so good-looking!”

The seniors: “…”

Damn it. That part really is impossible to argue with.

…

The mission location was in Zone E’s commercial street. Between two buildings was a narrow crevice—sealed at both ends. The cat had fallen inside, and the only way to retrieve it was by lowering a rope from the rooftop.

Ling Zhuo found the Persian cat deep in a trash heap inside the crevice.

He bent down and scooped up the chubby cat, tapping its forehead and letting out a low, purring growl from his throat. He shared some fox wisdom with the kitten:
[This place is dangerous. Don’t fall in again.]

The kitten nudged his fingers obediently, snuggling into his arms.

His fourth sister was feline too—a lion, and even more of a spoiled baby. Ling Zhuo wasn’t fazed by this act and tapped the kitten again. [You’re not even good at catching mice.]

As he held the cat and prepared to ascend, a faint bell sound rang from a corner of the crevice—just one soft “dong.” His fox ears shot upright, knocking his cap off. He turned his head sharply toward the sound.

His free hand splayed out into claws—sharp, dark red talons extending from his fingertips, instantly ready to strike.

He held his breath and listened. The bell’s echo had vanished.

At the base of the wall was a palm-sized gap, through which he could see the back of a person’s neck. The skin around their gland was clearly stitched up. The red-swollen gland bore a dark tattoo of a bird in flight.

A human, it seemed—likely in the basement.

And they hadn’t noticed him.

Ling Zhuo replaced his cap, hiding his fox ears, making sure he wouldn’t be mistaken for an omega in heat and get sold off to some rich man as a toy.

He wasn’t interested and was about to leave—

When his phone buzzed.

The person behind the wall turned sharply at the sound, locking eyes with him and pressing a pale finger to their lips: Shhh.

Telling him to stay quiet?

Ling Zhuo tilted his head slightly, unbothered, and began climbing up the rope. He glanced at his phone: it was a message from his squad leader, calling him back to the office.

“Probably another mission…”

He muttered to himself, returned the cat, and went to report back.

…

It was late autumn. The sky turned dark early, and the streetlights were already on.

When he returned to the office, everyone had already disappeared—no one was even on night duty.

His squad leader sat in his private office, sipping tea with forced dignity. When he saw Ling Zhuo, his smile reached past his ears—then he quickly put on a stern face and pulled a form from a pile.

“Your application—I can’t submit it. You know why, right?”

???

Not something he wanted to hear. Ling Zhuo’s brows furrowed. His fox-like eyes—already slightly upturned—immediately became sharp and hostile, staring coldly at his superior.

The squad leader gulped, eyes hungrily scanning Ling Zhuo’s stunning face and lean, upright figure. He cursed silently.

This beautiful little thing had transferred over a year ago, and every day the squad leader fantasized about having him under him. Finally, he had something to use against him.

Fvck. An omega, pretending to be an alpha!

Why couldn’t he just behave like other omegas—stay home, be a housewife, a pretty toy? No, he had to run around seducing people. Well, he was going to teach him a lesson tonight.

Knowing Ling Zhuo’s real identity gave him courage again.

He slammed the application form on the table. “Do you know that tampering with a biological identity card can get you imprisoned?”

Ling Zhuo blinked, then nodded. “I know.”

He’d had the ID card forged by a contact specifically to get a job. The guy had said it would last at least ten years—and charged him ten thousand. That was a massive expense for him.

Now, just a few years later, it was already failing.

Ling Zhuo sighed regretfully, thinking about the money.

The squad leader mistook his sigh for fear and smirked. His tone changed:

“But… considering how hard you’ve worked, I believe you had your reasons. So I’ll give you two choices—
Reveal your identity and go to jail, or…”

His eyes turned lewd. “Dress nicely and come to my place tonight. I’ll get you into the Execution Department.”

“Really?” Ling Zhuo didn’t hear a word of the first part. He only fixated on the last sentence. “You can get me into the Execution Department?”

“Ahem, of course.”
Bullshit.

As a mere district squad leader, he had zero power to pull strings for the A-Association—especially not for an omega. Sending one to their bed was more realistic.

But he nodded solemnly.

Ling Zhuo’s eyes lit up instantly. Those pale blue pupils glowed with excitement.

He couldn’t tell when humans were lying.

He was just thrilled—this was finally his chance to see Mota again!

He had left something important with Mota. He had to find out whether it was still there.

It had been five years since his secondary gender differentiation—five years since he’d become human. Five years since he’d last seen Mota. He missed him deeply and wanted to know why Mota had abandoned him.

All he knew was that Mota had gone to the Execution Department. His older brother’s disappearance—the last clue also pointed there.

No matter what, he had to get into that department.

His identity absolutely could not be exposed.

“Have you made up your mind? Time’s ticking~”

The squad leader’s sleazy voice broke his train of thought.

Ling Zhuo lifted his eyes to look at him.