"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Relax, Baby~ I’m Rich~…

Mota had just finished washing his face and returned when he suddenly saw Ling Zhuo throwing punches at the instructor. He even heard the clear sound of bones breaking, so he hurried over to stop it.

Fox, called by name, turned his head at the sound. His human had already climbed onto the arena and was striding over: “Let go!”

Ling Zhuo froze in place. Even when he had previously broken Mota’s things, he had never seen him so serious, nor had he ever heard him speak in such a tone.

“But he…”

He opened his mouth to explain but then looked up and noticed everyone staring at him in shock. Mota’s eyes were like winter water in the mountains—cold enough to make one’s heart ache.

Ling Zhuo felt confused: Mota was angry, but why? Because I hit someone?

But I was trying to take someone else’s stuff…

He couldn’t figure it out, staring blankly up at the person before him. The fox’s upward-tilted eyes drooped a little, looking like a confused dog.

Mota had more stern words on the tip of his tongue, but seeing that look, he swallowed them back and sighed helplessly: “Fighting is not allowed here without permission. This is your first day, and you’ve already beaten up the instructor. Do you want to get expelled right away?”

Expelled?

Fox blinked a few times, took a few seconds to understand the meaning, then immediately shook his head.

Mota wanted to say “then let go,” but seeing his dazed state, he stayed silent and reached out his hand to pull him up.

Their hands touched briefly through the training gloves and then let go. Ling Zhuo hadn’t had a chance to hold back; his palm was already empty.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” the instructor slowly turned over without restraint. “I was careless. He hit me for so long just now and was probably still riled up. I shouldn’t have gone forward so easily, nor should I have tried to grab that kid’s things rashly. Really, it’s fine, you can continue training.”

Brait, who had come to help him, said quietly, “But instructor, your leg is broken…”

He reminded him silently. The instructor’s face: …apple u (slang for “I’ve lost face”), don’t I have any pride?

Nearby, Mei Jiuhe cowered on the ground. Because of sudden fear, his pheromones began to spill out, a heavy dusty scent wafting around, pink and powdery, like dust on a coffin.

Some people couldn’t bear it and covered their noses and mouths.

Xia Man was already on the arena, squatting down to check the instructor’s condition. Seeing no improvement, he covered the instructor’s head with his suit jacket.

The harsh lights were blocked, and Mei Jiuhe’s vision dimmed. A faint luxurious scent, like camphor mixed with musk, cool with a touch of cream, floated to his nose. Strangely, his tense mood eased a lot.

“I’ll take him to the medical department first,” Xia Man rolled up his sleeves and effortlessly scooped the instructor up horizontally.

The medical staff stationed near the training room were busy treating those injured by Ling Zhuo. Short on hands, Xia Man took Mei Jiuhe to the medical department in the office building.

Brait supported the broken-legged instructor and followed Mota to the medical department.

Before leaving, Mota nodded at the mechanical color-changing chameleon climbing on his thigh: “Stay here and watch it.”

The chameleon’s skin turned black, looking cool. It nodded and crawled down, climbing onto the red pillar around the arena.

The pillar was red, and soon the chameleon’s color shifted to red, making it almost invisible.

Only Ling Zhuo remained alone on the arena under the spotlight, his fluffy head bowed slightly in the light, looking down at his empty palm with disappointment.

This was the first time since their reunion that Mota had held his hand, but…

“Whoa, dude, you’re awesome! You knocked down the instructor who’s so big with one move!”

“Seriously, no one would’ve guessed you’re such a badass at fighting… Ah, I’m not insulting you, just surprised!”

“Right, right, bro, add me as a friend later. My place is in Zone C, we’ll hang out after training~”

“Don’t listen to him, this guy looks shady. Add me instead~”

Suddenly, a group of people surrounded him, chatting noisily and interrupting his thoughts. He wasn’t used to it. When he didn’t respond, his stunningly cold and fierce face startled everyone.

Noah from the same team stepped in to defuse the situation: “Leave him alone, let’s train first. We haven’t been promoted yet.”

Everyone agreed and dispersed.

Ling Zhuo got off the arena, sat on a bench, and silently took off his gloves. Jiang Yizhi, who had finished bandaging the wounds, sat beside him.

“Just in case you don’t know, I’ll tell you kindly,” he said while applying an ice pack to his face, sounding gloating.

“Mota hates it when his teammates hit each other. I’ve seen it before—he led a team to investigate an A-level mutant in our place. Two members fought because one messed up and let the target escape. He immediately locked both up and they were trained harshly.”

“…” Ling Zhuo paused in removing his gloves, turning his head to look at him. Jiang also turned his face, full of sarcastic smiles.

“Those two were eventually expelled. Mota and the instructor have known each other longer than you. They’re teammates. You hit the instructor; Mota won’t tolerate that. He definitely won’t want you anymore. I suggest you apply to transfer teams quickly so you can still get by in the association. Outside, there’s no such good treatment~”

His words were unpleasant. Ling Zhuo’s chest felt tight and stuffy. He didn’t want to respond at all.

He hung his gloves on the wall according to the rules, thought for a moment, then turned back, looking down at the seated person and stubbornly denied: “That’s not true. Mota isn’t that kind of person!”

“Huh? What makes you so sure? I’ve known Mota this long and I can’t be wrong.”

Jiang couldn’t stand his dog-like stare anymore, abruptly stood up, interrupting him before he finished, his expression annoyed.

Just as he got up, his eyes caught the mechanical chameleon on the arena pillar. He smiled suddenly: “Isn’t this Mota’s mechanical chameleon? Do you know its name?”

Ling Zhuo looked and shook his head.

Turns out Mota had even named this ugly thing… He thought Mota only named himself.

This guy had nothing good about him, totally bald, no fur at all.

From a fox’s aesthetic point of view, it was only good to be eaten.

“Eh Nuo (Peregrine Falcon),” Jiang uttered a strange syllable, proudly raising his eyebrows, “that’s Mota’s hometown dialect. Bet you didn’t know~”

Ling Zhuo looked at the baby-faced human and the bald ugly thing, disgusted +1.

Jiang cheerfully approached the pillar, smiling, “Hello Eh Nuo, remember me? We met before…”

His fingers neared, but the chameleon suddenly sprouted sharp spikes.

It rejected being touched.

Just like its owner, not easy to approach.

Jiang was startled; his smile froze. Before he could react, the chameleon tilted its head and its eyes rolled toward Ling Zhuo.

Ling Zhuo had question marks popping over his head. As a fox, he instinctively felt something was off.

The next moment, the chameleon’s two hind legs bounced back and forth, then suddenly leapt forward, launching itself at Ling Zhuo.

“Ah!!”

Hit by the hated thing, Ling Zhuo’s face turned dark. Flustered, he raised his arms to push it far away: “Get off!”

Jiang was slow to realize the chameleon was showing preference and almost spat out bl00d, gritting his teeth and cursing: “Stupid thing!”

Instead of getting off, it seemed to like Ling Zhuo: (ˉ▽￣～) Hmm~~

It tightly wrapped its tail around Ling Zhuo’s wrist, stuck out its tongue, and licked his exposed fingers, which made him even more irritated and furiously ruffled. The chameleon was satisfied, clinging to him.

Jiang took several deep breaths before smiling again: “Anyway, I’m just trying to help. You better transfer teams soon or use that face of yours to try climbing into the president’s bed. Maybe you’ll get to stay~”

“Wait,” Ling Zhuo suddenly remembered something as Jiang turned to leave, raising his eyes to ask, “Why didn’t you bark like a puppy?”

It was the bet before their match.

Jiang’s smile completely vanished.

People nearby who were quietly watching immediately started teasing, “Yeah, bark, bark!”

“You!” Jiang glared and walked closer, biting his cheek, questioning, “Are you deliberately humiliating me?”

Someone nearby laughed coldly, “Wasn’t it you who made the bet? I heard it all!”

“Exactly, you must honor the bet!”

Everyone couldn’t stay still; anything other than training caught their attention.

Jiang glared at Ling Zhuo fiercely, blushed red, barked “Woof,” and strode away.

The fox felt confused: ??? Why glare at me?

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The medical department was on the 8th floor of the association’s office building, just below the execution department. Mei Jiuhe was brought there by Xia Man, still covered by his suit jacket on his head.

After placing him on the hospital bed, Xia Man tried to remove the jacket, but the medical chief stopped him.

“His symptoms look like animal stress. Let him stay in a dim environment to calm down first,” said the female alpha doctor, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. She quickly understood the situation, finished her instructions, and went to the cold storage to get medicine.

Xia Man sat by the bedside and saw the person covered by the jacket still trembling. He patted his hand to comfort him: “Relax a little, baby. Nobody here will hurt you.”

His tone was always slow and rising, and since he had lived overseas since childhood, he liked to change up the way he addressed people. It sounded rather playful.

Mei Jiuhe trembled when his arm was touched and hugged the long strip of cloth tighter.

“Don’t touch! Don’t touch me… I’ll have bad luck…”

“Dad will hit me… I don’t want to be sold again, please… don’t come close…”

The faint broken words came from under the jacket. Xia Man was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently, grabbing his wrist instead of removing the jacket.

“That’s all the more reason for me to come closer, darling. Do you know what my ability is?”

He spoke slowly, and as he felt the trembling lessen under his palm, he continued teasing:

“It’s quite interesting~”

The clothes moved a little. Mei Jiuhe poked his head out a bit, his black eyes looking at him.

“What is it?”

“Exchanging money for luck,” Xia Man withdrew his hand, flicking a gold card into the air and catching it between his fingers.

“This ability isn’t useful to many people, but it’s just right for me because…” He raised an eyebrow and smiled brightly: “I’m rich~”