My Wife Fishes For Me Every Day - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Will Be Pinned to the Wall and F*cked — Can Only Wag Your Tail for Me…

Just as Mota opened his mouth to speak, a thunderclap boomed outside the window. The sudden crash made Ling Zhuo instinctively flatten his ears, and—driven by wild fox instincts—he lunged forward, trying to dive into the “den-like” space under the desk.

But he forgot—he was now a human over 180 cm tall. His current size was several times bigger than before. That lunge took him straight into the space between Mota’s legs, and because he was scared, he buried his face down hard.

“—!”
Mota’s breathing hitched instantly as the fox collided with him. He let out a low grunt.

His voice was hoarse, sensuous—barely audible under the rumbling thunder, like a stifled moan.

He froze for only a second before quickly regaining composure and reached out to grab the back of Ling Zhuo’s head, intending to pull him off. But just then, someone rudely pushed the door open.

“Captain! We found the target’s wife in the basement—oh f*ck! I’m so sorry!”

Guang Bai had burst into the room, only to see the captain sitting legs apart, one foot up on the wall, one hand gripping the omega’s head, as if forcing him to…

His mind exploded with every spicy plotline he’d ever read in magazines—“Deranged Alpha’s Forceful Love,” “Can Only Wag Your Tail for Me,” “Abstinence Alpha Is Actually a s3x Fiend”—his jaw dropped, face lit up, and he slammed the door shut.

He even blocked Lulu, who was right behind him.

Lulu gave him a weird look. “What the hell is wrong with you? Move, I need to report to the captain.”

“No. Trust me. You don’t want to go in there.”

Guang Bai planted himself firmly in front of the door, face red with excitement, whispering animatedly, “I’m telling you—our captain is finally breaking his dry spell! This is huge—the whole Association is gonna flip! If you go in now, you’ll totally ruin it!”

Inside the room, the two people in question heard everything.
Ling Zhuo was comforted by the strong scent of pine resin and only now came to his senses. His face turned burning red.

So… big.
Heavy.
He’d bumped his nose on it.

Mota finally yanked him back and put his leg down. He turned his head toward the door and snapped in his usual cold voice, “Guang Bai. Get in here.”

“Yessir~” Guang Bai cheerfully cracked open the door, peeking in like a little spy, half expecting to see something scandalous.

Lulu, utterly done with him, shoved him aside. “Move it.”

Light from the living room poured in. The chameleon on Mota’s shoulder naturally closed its mouth, shutting off the interrogation spotlight.

Inside, the two looked completely normal—one seated in the chair, nose slightly red; the other leaning on the desk, expression cool as always.

Lulu glanced between them, increasingly convinced Guang Bai was insane.

“Captain, we found the target’s wife in the basement. She’s still alive, but one of her hands was eaten. We’ve already contacted the Association’s medical team. The corpses of the mutated creatures outside have been secured. Milla is documenting the mission data. Any further orders?”

As he gave the report, Lulu shot a meaningful glance at Ling Zhuo. After all, this time the mutated creature wasn’t killed by them, but by this mysterious newcomer. According to protocol, he should be taken to the Association’s prison.

Outside, rain had already begun falling. Mota stood up and gave a simple order: “Prepare to wrap up.”

“Copy that!” Guang Bai and Lulu responded in unison.

Lulu stood at attention by the door, waiting for the captain to go first. Guang Bai’s eyes darted between the captain and the pretty omega, then very tactfully yanked Lulu by the arm and dragged him away.

But Lulu, ever the stickler, protested, “What are you doing? The captain hasn’t left yet!”

“You idiot! Can’t you tell the captain still has something to say to him?”

Which Mota actually did: …

Tch. Guang Bai, that punk—since when did he have such a vivid imagination?

Mota placed the bl00d-soaked application form on the desk. “Don’t speak a word about what happened here tonight. Also, go back and fill out a new application form. Write neatly this time. These are scanned into the system, and your chicken scratch doesn’t register.”

He turned to leave, but a fluffy tail swept over his wrist as if trying to keep him there.

Mota glanced down at his arm, then up at the tail’s owner. “?”

“You accepted me,” Ling Zhuo’s eyes curved like crescents, smiling sweetly. “So can I go home with you?”

“…”

Accepted him? What kind of logic was that?

“It was just a request to resubmit the form. The headquarters still needs to screen candidates. Doesn’t mean you’re in.”

Mota explained calmly, then answered the last part of the question: “As for going home with me—sorry, I’m not into one-night stands with omegas.”

“Oh…”
Ling Zhuo didn’t know what a one-night stand was and didn’t feel like asking. All he knew was—they were separating again. He hadn’t even gotten to bite Mota’s mouth yet.

Outside, the hateful rain poured. Thunder still rumbled. The coat he’d worn when he came was dirty and tossed in the living room. His wet clothes were cold and clinging…

The little fox grew sadder and sadder. Hugging his arms, he lowered his head and sighed.

He was cold.
Mota glanced at the folded coat he had left on the desk and said, “Why haven’t you put it on?”

A cold autumn night, raining heavily—it would be freezing outside. Especially…

Mota’s gaze flicked quickly to Ling Zhuo’s chest. He wanted to say:

“If you walk out like this, you’ll be pinned against a wall and f*cked before you make it ten steps. Even if you’re strong, a heat-phase omega can’t resist alphas easily.”

But before he could voice the warning, Ling Zhuo shook his head, glancing sadly at the coat. “It’s dirty.”

His body was covered in other people’s bl00d. If he put the coat on, it’d get stained too. Worse, it might wash away Mota’s remaining scent. He couldn’t bear that.

Mota’s hand, which had reached out to the coat, froze in mid-air.

Did this fox just say my coat is dirty?

He’d planned to leave more of his scent on the coat—like marking territory—so that any creature who came across Ling Zhuo would back off immediately. No one in their right mind would dare challenge an S-rank alpha.

But if the fox thought it was dirty…

Mota silently pulled his hand back and instead placed a small suppressant beside the coat. “Leave through the south gate—better lighting and the subway runs until midnight.”

He said all this in one breath, then left the study and shut the door.

Ling Zhuo listened to his even, fading footsteps… listened as the med team arrived and exchanged brief words with him… listened to the sound of the car engine…

Mota had left.

The little fox tucked in his ears and tail, wrapped the coat and suppressant gently in some newspaper, and curled up beneath the desk.

He hated rain. Hated thunder. So he’d wait here until the storm passed.

The rain lasted about an hour. Everyone had long cleared out. Ling Zhuo slipped out from under the desk, and instead of following Mota’s directions, he leapt across rooftops, taking the fastest path home.

He lived in a district full of low-tile houses. Through narrow cobblestone alleys, his house was at the very end, right beside a river.

During the rainy season, when water levels rose, his house was always the first to flood. But because of that, the rent was cheaper than anywhere else.

Even though he’d renovated the place after moving in, tonight’s storm had been intense. He worried the water might’ve seeped in.

But when Ling Zhuo rushed home, he found the inside dry.

Thankfully, no flooding.

His family never kept the lights on at night. After all, he was a fox. His third brother was a snake, his fourth brother a goat, his little sister a cat, and his youngest sibling—who hadn’t fully taken human form yet—was a baby otter. All of them had excellent night vision.

As he changed shoes at the door, a few pairs of glowing eyes peeked over the sofa, staring at him. One recognized him and shouted, “It’s Second Brother!”

At once, the little figures rushed over. A girl with twin ponytails ran to his leg, crying out, “Second Brother! You’re hurt! Waaa—what do we do? You’re gonna die!”

They had smelled the thick bl00d scent at the door, mixed with something harsh and smoky—terrified, they had hidden. But now that they knew it was their second brother, they were even more scared.

So much bl00d—he must be seriously injured!

“Second Brother…” The fourth brother hugged his other leg tearfully. “If you die, can I turn you into a specimen?”

His biology teacher had recently taught them how to make flower specimens—so the flowers could always stay with them.

He didn’t want to be separated from Second Brother.

Ling Zhuo: “…”

He finished changing his shoes, dragging along the two little leg-clingers as he returned to the living room, both amused and helpless. “It’s not my bl00d. I’m fine…”

“But your clothes are all stained! Second Brother, you’re dumb—it’s so hard to wash out!”

The third brother, older than the rest, didn’t dare cling to him, but followed behind huffily, clearly worried.

“Don’t be scared, I’m really fine.” Ling Zhuo ruffled each of their heads, bribed them with milk from the convenience store, then gently unwrapped the newspaper bundle and held it up.

“Ta-da~ Look what I got! I saw my human today~!”

He wagged his tail like crazy. His siblings all gathered around with milk cartons, sniffing curiously. Some reached out tiny hands to touch but held back, afraid of ruining it.

“That’s the human who saved you back then?”

“He doesn’t smell good, Second Brother. Not as yummy as milk.”

“Dummy, he’s not for eating!” Ling Zhuo bonked his little sister’s lion tail with his fox tail, correcting her weird logic.

Her big cat-eyes blinked as she sucked her straw—clearly not listening.

Fourth Brother was the most neatly dressed of them all. His horns and tail were well-hidden. He looked just like a human kid.

He noticed some bloodstains on the coat and went to grab tissues. “Second Brother, put it down—I’ll help clean it.”

Meanwhile, Third Brother had filled the big bath bucket in the bathroom. He poked his head out, calling, “Second Brother, come take a bath.”

Ling Zhuo’s clothes were soaked from the rain. He was definitely cold. So he agreed, handing off the coat, and before heading to the bathroom, gave the clams he’d bought to his baby otter brother living in the water tank, patting his fuzzy little head.

While he soaked in the warm bath, his little sister chattered away outside the door, telling him about school. Ling Zhuo lay comfortably in the tub, telling her about his human—how tall he’d grown, how he still didn’t talk much, how he didn’t recognize him yet…

They talked over each other, cheerful and content.

Suddenly, his little sister fell silent and asked quietly from the doorway:

“Second Brother… is your soul-bl00d bond still on him?”