"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 20

Chapter 20 — “Coaxing the Fox to Sleep; Sending Our Boss to Play

Having figured out how to coax a human, Ling Zhuo left the Execution Department’s entrance in much better spirits this time and headed to training with Mei Jiuhe waiting by the corridor.

Two teammates who had chatted with him reluctantly watched him walk down the hallway. Guang Wu, with his somewhat dull brain, quickly concocted a melodramatic fantasy: a general ordered away on a mission left behind his newlywed beautiful wife alone at home, failing to return for a long time. The wife, worried about her husband, came to the camp every day hoping for news of his return. She gradually became acquainted with the young soldiers at the camp, who did their best to take care of her, eventually fulfilling her on the marital bed…

His fantasy suddenly veered toward an 18+ adult manga, and Guang Wu hastily stopped his thoughts, shaking his head with a sigh: “Honestly, it’s pretty great that the captain still hasn’t come back — then we get to see the super charming beauty every day!”

His mind twisted in odd loops, completely forgetting that as long as Ling Zhuo passed the evaluation, they would all be in the same department and see each other daily.

Sajin glanced at him and hesitated before speaking.

Guang Wu became annoyed: “What are you looking at me for?”

“Nothing, just wondering how your brain got into the department in the first place.”

“???” Guang Wu stared with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, not getting it. Sajin’s smile grew even more mischievous: “Hmph, I’m remembering everything you just said, and I’m going to tell Mo Team Captain when he’s back!”

Guang Wu: “What?!!!”

Help, he was just joking around!

However, by the fourth day, Mota still hadn’t appeared in the office. Team Captain Xia Man had returned, briefly stopped by the training base, saw that everyone was adapting well, then left.

The next few days were the same. As the trial period was about to end and the real combat evaluation was scheduled for tomorrow, Ling Zhuo still hadn’t seen Mota.

That night, he tossed and turned on the big bed in his dormitory, unable to sleep.

This was different from what he had expected when he came. He thought at least he could talk to Mota—even if Mota didn’t remember him.

But now, he hadn’t even seen him.

Not only that, last time before leaving, Mota had shouted his name harshly.

Looks like Jiang Yizhi wasn’t lying—Mota really dislikes me.

Ling Zhuo hugged the blanket, furrowing his brows tightly, and a nameless anger flared in his heart: “Why?! He clearly abandoned me first!”

His angry words finished, his tail thrashed heavily behind him like a whip, banging the bed loudly.

After thrashing a few times, he rolled up, the tension between his brows relaxing sorrowfully. He hung his head and sighed.

“But I bit him then. My little brother said humans don’t like animals that bite…”

Even though he thought Mota was special, he had seen more than once how cruel humans treated stray dogs on the street—because they were afraid those dogs would bite.

“Ah… so annoying,” he mumbled, rubbing his head. His red hair became even more tousled and soft.

Instinctively clutching his tail, he stuck out his soft pink tongue to lick the fur, occasionally raising his hand to scratch his beast ears—using this to relieve stress.

The chameleon on the bedside table had been resting its head, sleeping, but when it saw him sit up, it lifted its head and turned its face toward him.

Its imitation was very lifelike. After spending seven days with it, Ling Zhuo no longer hated it like at first. Now, letting go of his tail, he treated it as a “tree hole” (someone to confide in): “Hey, you’ve been with Mota so long, tell me—does Mota hate me?”

The chameleon tilted its head. Its mechanical gear brain couldn’t understand his words.

“He definitely does. He even rejected you, just because you stayed with me, he hates me…” Ling Zhuo didn’t expect a reply and continued confidently, talking to himself.

His soft voice carried a hint of grievance. Suddenly, the silent chameleon crawled a few steps forward; one of its eyes flickered with a tiny red light.

“Mota doesn’t hate you.”

A deep voice came from the chameleon.

The voice was sudden, and the background noise was loud—like the howling wind outside, the whistling gusts mixed with waves, faintly a soft bell ringing.

He felt he had heard it somewhere before, but his attention was entirely on the chameleon’s words—that was Mota’s voice!

His happy tail fluffed up and stood straight behind him. Sitting cross-legged, he looked just like a little fox.

“Really?!”

His voice changed from sad to excited. In the night, his pale blue eyes opened wide, staring at the mechanical chameleon, eager for it to speak again.

The chameleon closed its mouth and said nothing further—the voice had only been a fleeting illusion.

Ling Zhuo’s tail slowly drooped and weakly waved. “I get it, that was probably you imitating Mota’s voice, right?”

“But thanks for comforting me anyway,” he said, poking the chameleon’s head with a finger. “If Mota doesn’t want you, then come with me. Don’t worry, I’ll feed you machine oil.”

He straightforwardly assigned the mechanical chameleon to the “rejected by Mota” category, feeling a bit of empathy and generously speaking.

Watching from afar on the monitor, Mota’s lips twitched slightly.

He had just sent a message to the association and unconsciously opened eh nuo’s camera feed. The first thing he heard was Ling Zhuo saying he hated him.

Quite the misunderstanding.

The fox, now back lying on his bed, stared at the ceiling, murmuring nonstop.

Sometimes talking about missing his brothers and sisters, sometimes telling the chameleon to apologize with him, sometimes asking about the evaluation content—he looked wide awake, not sleepy at all.

There was a real combat evaluation tomorrow; this kind of rest was no good.

Amid the fierce wind, Mota pressed the call button and spoke again in a low, gentle voice: “Good luck on the evaluation. If you get first place, Mota will bring you a gift.”

Hearing this, the person lying on the bed blushed with happiness, rolled around, and his fiery red tail wagged wildly, unable to hide his mood.

As he rolled, his clothing slipped, revealing a slender waist that looked soft and pinch-worthy.

Mota stared, treating this as his own reward, but a sudden cough of bl00d disrupted his mood.

He was now standing at the coast of the H zone on the Federation continent. The dark reef stones stretched on, wet and slippery from constant waves crashing.

On one reef lay a man, the sutured skin around the gland on the back of his neck still unhealed, a bright red bird pattern in the center.

A gleaming wild goose feather knife was driven through the man’s body, pinning him to the rock, the hilt pointing straight up.

Mota stood on the hilt—his tall, strong figure upright and handsome. He lightly balanced on the hilt’s tip, looking weightless as if unaffected by gravity.

“Hah…” The man lying on the ground coughed bl00d and sneered sarcastically: “Yo, the famous Mo Team Captain, ha… even knows how to coax people, hahaha… Who’s so lucky to get to ‘play’ with our boss, cough cough cough…”

Mota lowered his eyes, his expression turning cold. His long fingers pressed down, instantly cutting off the man’s sharp, arrogant laughter.

The man was pressed down by an invisible heavy force, his insides nearly crushed. In moments, all he could do was gasp for air.

On the phone screen, Ling Zhuo tilted his head, asking the mechanical chameleon to say more in Mota’s voice. Mota quite enjoyed playing these little games with him.

“Who’s the best behaved fox?”

Pressing the call button, he asked. Far away, a large flock of black birds circled over the sea, watching fiercely but dared not approach the shore.

“It’s me, it’s me, it’s me~” Ling Zhuo’s voice, thick with sleepiness, repeated several times.

Mota’s tone softened more, tinged with amusement: “Then now go to sleep obediently.”

“Okay~”

The satisfied fox lay down obediently, even covering himself with the blanket. Before falling asleep, he happily thought that after waking up, he would go to the equipment department to buy the chameleon the best and most expensive machine oil.

Finally willing to sleep, Mota put away the phone. The faint spring-like warmth in his icy gray eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a killing intent that filled the entire coastline.