Chapter 70: My Owner’s a Real One!
Just as everyone was basking in the sense of security those big dogs brought, two fluffy little kittens appeared at the girls’ feet.
“Meow~”
Sweet, soft, clingy, and ridiculously cuddly—just like that, the girls’ fear and unease were soothed. They scooped the kittens up and buried their faces in the warm fur.
[Don’t be scared, human! Mimi will protect you!]
Lin Jiangye’s mouth twitched. This tiny fuzzball—what exactly was it going to “protect”?
Maybe kittens couldn’t really protect humans, but they were experts at calming them.
Once they had the kittens in their arms, the two victims quickly steadied themselves. They called the police right away. After the officers arrived and confirmed what happened, they took the three men away.
By law, what they’d done meant detention and fines, and the one who’d struck someone would face even harsher consequences.
“Medical costs will definitely be reimbursed,” the officer said. “As for the rest… you’ll have to fight for it yourselves.”
He didn’t spell it out, but his vague wording was clearly a reminder: demand the compensation you’re entitled to.
The two girls took a deep breath, ready to follow the earlier advice—claim emotional damages, lost wages, and more.
They turned around to thank the people who’d stepped in—
…and there wasn’t a single person left.
The cats were gone. The big dogs were gone. The helpers were even more gone. Not only were the ones with leashes nowhere to be seen, even the young woman who’d kicked the creep flat had disappeared.
The moment Lin Jiangye saw the police arrive, he and the others had already taken the kids and slipped away.
He vigorously rubbed Mimi and Yuheng’s big heads, praising them with zero restraint. “My babies are so handsome. So amazing!”
Honestly—the way those two huge dogs stood in front of the victims, growling, scaring three sleazy men into panicked collapse… it was insanely cool.
Mimi’s tail started wagging like a black little fan.
Yuheng’s tail was still lowered, but it gave a small wag too. His ears stood up straight, his eyes glittering.
The kid was happy too.
So cute it made Lin Jiangye pull them close and shamelessly inhale their fur.
Right then, Bixi and the others returned. When the two crows learned they’d missed the chance to punish bad guys, they puffed up and stomped in outrage.
[Ugh! If we’d known, we would’ve come back earlier!]
Qiming and Changeng still didn’t really understand what “hitting on someone” meant. Perched on Lin Jiangye’s shoulder, they tilted their heads in puzzled confusion.
The crows’ loud cawing drew attention fast. A man holding up his phone and leading a big golden retriever suddenly charged over.
“You’re Lin Jiangye, right?!”
His face was bursting with excitement—but the three people there could all see the ill intent in his eyes.
Before he could get close, a low, rumbling growl rose again.
Yuheng stepped in front of Lin Jiangye, pale-gold eyes locking onto the man the way a predator fixes on prey.
The man froze. Even the smile on his face stiffened into something brittle.
He’d seen the big dog in the crowd and knew it was large, but he hadn’t realized it was this large.
Now that he was facing it head-on, he finally understood how those three thugs had felt—why they’d been scared into that state.
This wasn’t a dog at all. It was basically a wolf.
“Wh… whimper…” A tiny tremble came from behind him.
He turned and saw his golden retriever shaking like a leaf.
Lin Jiangye glanced past the man. The retriever was curled on the ground, leash biting tight into its neck. No matter how the owner tried to drag it, it refused to move even one step closer.
A wolf was a wolf. Its scent and aura were never the same as a dog’s.
Ordinary humans might not notice, but animals could tell instantly—dog or wolf, they had their own way of judging.
The man didn’t dare approach anymore. He forced a smile and spoke carefully. “Y-you… you’re the consultant who can understand animal speech?”
Lin Jiangye didn’t answer. He stared straight at the phone camera. He had the unmistakable feeling of being watched.
“You’re filming?” he asked.
“You’re live-streaming?” Jiang Xin said at the same time.
Their conclusions were slightly different—Lin Jiangye thought the man was recording, while Jiang Xin suspected a live broadcast.
Either way, the man’s smile finally shattered.
He hadn’t expected to be scared back by one low growl—that didn’t match the tough persona he always sold online.
Worse, he’d barely stepped up before they called out that he was streaming. His little scheme instantly collapsed.
“Uh… y-yeah,” he admitted, still staring at Yuheng’s eyes and unconsciously backing away a few steps. “I am live-streaming.”
In the livestream chat, viewers immediately started mocking him.
After all, he’d always bragged about being able to “tame aggressive dogs.” And now? That gray-black beast hadn’t even lunged—just growled—and he was already retreating.
At that moment, a hand reached from behind and took his phone.
“Dog-training Wei? You said you were going to ‘tame’ Yuheng?”
Wei’s face went pale. He felt two icy gazes land on him at once.
He started to snap—about his phone being grabbed—only for the person to glance at the screen and hand it back.
But what he said next made Consultant Lin’s gaze turn even colder.
“Someone’s interested in Yuheng, but they’re worried he’s too wild. They want to buy him through you—have you ‘train’ him first, then hand him over to the buyer.”
Bai Zhengwen knew this because the second the man appeared, he’d quietly moved behind him and watched the livestream chat for information.
He stepped back to Lin Jiangye’s side, looking at Wei with a mix of pity and disbelief.
He didn’t know whether to say the buyer had a screw loose—or whether this streamer was just spectacularly unlucky.
Either way… they’d hit Lin Jiangye’s biggest landmine dead-on.
“No,” Lin Jiangye said, forcing himself to breathe slowly. He rejected him as evenly as he could.
Seeing Yuheng wasn’t growling anymore, Wei edged closer, still trying to sell the idea. “Come on—don’t be like that. The big boss is offering a really good price! This much!”
He held up an open palm.
Lin Jiangye shot him a cold look and tugged Yuheng away, turning to leave.
“Hey—wait! I don’t mean five thousand! I mean fifty thousand! Fifty thousand!”
For most competition-grade dogs, fifty thousand was plenty.
But the young man didn’t even spare him a glance—like the money was laughable.
Then the buyer in the livestream chat raised the offer again.
“100,000. Ask him if he’ll do it.”
“One hundred thousand! One hundred thousand!”
Wei’s eyes went red with greed. If his dog could sell for that much, he’d hand it over in a heartbeat.
He dragged his golden retriever after Lin Jiangye, reaching out to grab Lin Jiangye—
—and immediately got pecked hard by a bird.
“Ah—damn, that hurts!” Wei yanked his hand back. The back of it was swollen red, though the skin hadn’t broken.
“Aah!” Qiming shrieked a warning and slowly extended its sharp talons.
That peck had only been a warning. If there was a next time, it wouldn’t end with a simple welt.
“Wah!” Bixi landed on Lin Jiangye’s other shoulder and cawed angrily.
And it wasn’t just them—Changeng was about to launch too. If Jiang Xin hadn’t reacted fast and pinned the eagle down, Wei would’ve already met those razor talons.
Wei shrank his hand back, then—humiliated—snapped with anger.
“So you think being called ‘Consultant Lin’ makes you something special? That dog is obviously a mutt! A big boss offers you a hundred grand and you should be grateful! Who even knows how you fooled the cops with that ‘animal speech’ nonsense—ptui! It’s all a scam!”
Lin Jiangye stopped.
He wasn’t even angry about being called a fraud.
What set him off was Wei calling Yuheng a “mutt.”
A mutt of what? He was a wolf—what “purebred” was a wolf supposed to prove?
“If you think Yuheng is a mutt dog,” Lin Jiangye said coolly, “then what does that make the guy offering a hundred thousand in your eyes? A sucker?”
Wei was just a bridge between buyer and seller. Even the buyer hadn’t cursed yet—so why was he spitting this kind of venom?
Wei’s body stiffened. A sudden, ominous dread crawled up his spine.
He lowered his head and looked at his phone.
The buyer posted a little yellow-bean smiling emoji.
Wei wasn’t old. He knew exactly what that meant.
The buyer was angry.
“N-no, Boss, listen—”
Before he could finish, the buyer had already left the livestream.
Wei froze, eyes widening, panic rising fast.
He knew who that buyer was—an infamous big shot in the dog world. A massive private estate, dogs running free, money thrown around like water. If the man liked a dog, he’d buy it on the spot—and even being the middleman could earn a fat “errand fee.”
And Wei had been counting on an expensive training job too.
Which meant: his own filthy mouth had just destroyed tens of thousands in income.
Wei’s eyes turned bloodshot.
He had plenty of followers, sure, but who doesn’t want more money? And with only a bit over a hundred thousand followers, ten thousand-plus was still a lot to him.
“You—!” Wei trembled with rage.
Meanwhile, his golden retriever—who’d been trembling in fear earlier—suddenly wasn’t scared anymore. It even leaned forward to sniff Yuheng. Sensing no hostility, it dropped into a playful crouch, trying to invite the big wolf to play.
The dog didn’t care about Wei.
The livestream audience cared even less—they were laughing at him.
Even other streamers had heard he’d pissed off a big boss and came to watch the disaster.
And as more and more people gathered, some began to notice something off about Yuheng.
“Wait… is that really a dog and not a wolf? The tail is hanging down!”
[Tail hanging down doesn’t automatically mean it’s a wolf. Czechoslovakian Wolfdogs have drooping tails too!]
[But a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog isn’t this huge! This is bigger than a Blue Bay!]
[This size is basically Great Dane level… but Great Danes don’t look like that!]
[Is this really not a wolf?]
[Even if it is a wolf, it’s not an ordinary one…]
Amid the rapid-fire debate, someone finally dropped the one correct guess:
[Isn’t that a Michigan “Mackinac” wolf from the North American gray wolf subspecies?]
But the comment was quickly buried.
Putting aside the “wolf or not” argument—if you’re calling it a North American gray wolf, how could it be in China? Wouldn’t customs catch that?
Wei’s attention was fully drawn to the chat’s speculation. He kept reading, and at the same time secretly studied Yuheng’s appearance.
And what was Lin Jiangye doing at that moment?
He was talking to Wei’s golden retriever.
This golden retriever was a pure-hearted dummy. Once it confirmed that the people and animals in front of it had no ill intent, it wagged its tail and trotted over, spilling its owner’s secrets like shaking beans out of a jar.
Lin Jiangye didn’t care much about the bits involving Wei’s shady hustling.
But the moment the retriever mentioned that Wei had recently “picked up several strange kitten-babies,” Lin Jiangye’s ears practically stood straight up.
“Strange kittens?” What kind of strange?
The golden retriever tilted its head and tried to describe them:
[Yellow-yellow—darker than my fur—and… they’re covered in lots of black spots!]
Solid golden-yellow with spots all over? Leopard? Cheetah?
No—cheetahs don’t live here. So maybe a leopard, or a clouded leopard—some kind of wild cat.
“After you picked them up, did you hand them to the police?” Lin Jiangye asked.
From the retriever’s description, it sounded like Wei had picked them up by accident in the wild. If it was truly accidental, that alone wouldn’t necessarily count as a crime.
But the golden retriever shook its head.
[Nope! Owner said he could sell them for a good price.]
Great. Now it was seriously criminal.
Whether leopard or clouded leopard, both were nationally protected species. If you accidentally found one, or temporarily took in an injured wild animal while arranging proper transfer, that could be understandable and might not rise to criminal liability.
Even private keeping, at worst, could sometimes be an administrative violation—only severe cases escalated into criminal cases.
But if Wei intended to sell the “strange kitten-babies,” and they were indeed protected animals, then that was a clear, unambiguous violation of criminal law—up to five years’ imprisonment or detention, plus a fine.
“I need to go take a look,” Lin Jiangye said, his eyes shadowed with worry.
If it turned out he was wrong, he was willing to compensate Wei afterward.
Bai Zhengwen glanced at him and finally understood what Captain Shang had meant with his earlier warnings.
“No need for that. Just test him and you’ll know.” Bai Zhengwen knew Lin Jiangye wasn’t short on money, but “not short on money” didn’t mean “throw money around.”
He walked up to Wei and stared at him for a long moment—so long that Wei started sweating.
“Are you planning to sell a nationally protected animal to someone?”
The question hit like a bomb. Wei’s hair nearly stood on end.
“N-no! No no no no—absolutely not! I didn’t!”
Well, with that reaction… he definitely did.
At the same time, the livestream chat instantly exploded.
Selling nationally protected animals—what an insanely criminal sentence.
Once it was basically confirmed, Lin Jiangye rubbed the retriever’s head, then snatched the leash straight from the stunned Wei.
“Come on. Tell me where you and your owner live.”
Wei snapped back to reality and tried to stop the retriever—only for Bai Zhengwen to clamp a hand over his mouth from behind. He also took Wei’s phone and thrust it into Lin Jiangye’s hand.
“Keep the livestream running while we go,” Bai Zhengwen said coldly. “So he can’t turn around later and claim you planted the protected animals in his home.”
Wei’s body went rigid. Then he started shaking all over again.
It was over. He was finished.
He glared at the golden retriever leading the way, his eyes full of betrayal and fury—and, above all, deep fear toward Lin Jiangye.
How did this man know he was trying to sell those clouded leopard cubs?
He hadn’t told anyone—except the buyers.
Could one of the buyers have reported him? No… they were repeat offenders. If they reported him, he could drag them down too—they’d be in even bigger trouble.
Wait…
Wei’s gaze dropped to his dog. The golden retriever was wagging its tail happily, cheerfully guiding the whole group home.
And Wei remembered the rumors about this man—
Could it be true? Could “understanding animal speech” really be real?
Wei shuddered. His knees went soft and he nearly collapsed—only to be hauled upright by Bai Zhengwen.
Calling it “helping him up” wasn’t accurate. It was more like Bai Zhengwen dragging a sack of rotten mud along.
Soon, they reached the building.
[Here! Here! Owner’s home is on the 10th floor!] The golden retriever had followed Wei around so much it naturally remembered the floor number.
Wei’s livestream audience kept growing. People poured in specifically because they’d heard someone was selling protected animals—some came just to see who was that criminal, others wanted to see what animal it was.
Very quickly, an official account with the name of the Forestry Bureau appeared in the chat.
On the 10th floor, the retriever led them to the door, tail whipping wildly. Then it began tattling like its life depended on it.
[I know the password! Owner’s password is 0101110!]
Good lord—this dog sold its owner out down to the bones.
In the chat, people started joking about golden retrievers. There’d been an old meme: when a thief breaks in, different dogs react differently—and a golden retriever would invite the thief to play.
It was just a joke, not a scientific law, but it fit a certain stereotype.
And now, over ten thousand viewers had just watched a golden retriever personally deliver its owner to the guillotine.
Lin Jiangye typed the password and unlocked the door. Wei closed his eyes.
He was sure now—this man really could understand animals.
Otherwise how could he know the password? How could he open the door the moment the retriever barked?
To be fair, Lin Jiangye still had a shred of conscience—he didn’t aim the camera at the keypad while unlocking.
But whether he did or didn’t hardly mattered. Wei was probably getting detained tomorrow anyway. 🙂
The moment the door opened, they heard faint little yowling sounds.
Following the noise inside, they found small feline cubs locked in a cage.
Lin Jiangye clicked his tongue, rubbed his forehead, and let out a long sigh.
“You’re really something. You even dared to sell a first-class protected animal.”
These were clouded leopard cubs—three of them!
Criminality squared.
Wei still tried to bluff. “I… I just found some cubs! Th-that’s not illegal, right?”
Lin Jiangye shook his head and lifted the phone. “When the police arrive, they’ll check your phone. Even if you deleted the chat logs, they can still recover them.”
If it was a transaction, there would be traces. Once the records were pulled, Wei’s crime would be nailed down.
Even if he hadn’t completed the sale yet, punishment and detention were unavoidable.
Seeing him slump to the floor like wet mud, Jiang Xin’s mouth curved slightly. He leaned down and murmured something into Wei’s ear.
In the next second, Wei’s eyes lit up.
Lin Jiangye looked at Jiang Xin in confusion, and Jiang Xin quietly explained, “I told him to hand over the buyers’ information. If he cooperates, the police might be able to pull out the whole chain. That could count as meritorious service.”
No buying, no harming. Sellers are criminals—so are illegal buyers. If you’re going to catch them, catch them all.
Either someone had already reported it, or there were officers watching the livestream; in any case, not long after Lin Jiangye found Wei’s home and the cubs, the police arrived.
Not only police—Forestry Bureau staff came too.
The moment they entered, the first thing they saw wasn’t the defeated Wei.
It was a pile of fluff sprawled on the carpet.
One clouded leopard cub was being pinned down and groomed by a tabby. The other two were tucked under a tortoiseshell cat’s warm belly, asleep. And all three were nestled under the belly of a huge gray-black “dog.”
The livestream chat had already melted into screaming cuteness, with people wishing they could climb through the screen and bury their faces into the fur.
But the instant the Forestry Bureau staff laid eyes on that gray-black canine, their legs went weak. One after another, they collapsed onto the floor, faces drained white—less like they’d come to retrieve protected animals, more like they’d come to attend a funeral.
Their own funeral.
“That… that isn’t… a North American gra-gray wolf?!” The last word came out as a squeaky crack.
The police on scene froze. The livestream audience froze too. Even the endless spam of [SO CUTE] abruptly stopped.
What? That was a wolf?
The gentle-looking “big dog” that had stood in front of the victims, blocked the creeps, pressed the creeps down without attacking, protected its owner, and even responded peacefully to the golden retriever’s play invitation…
Was actually a wolf?
A long time passed before a single comment drifted across the suddenly empty chat:
[I told you it was a North American gray wolf. Who still dares doubt me now?]
