Chapter 94: Captain Shang, Wanna Snuggle?
In the end, the Fang family was chased a full three kilometers away by the cubs and driven off—scrambling and stumbling, fleeing on their own two legs like their souls had left their bodies.
As for the overturned vehicles, Shang Fuyan thoughtfully called in tow trucks and had every single one hauled back to the Fang family.
Of course, he planned to bill the Fang family for the towing fees later. 🙂
This looked like the end of it, but in reality, quite a few crows followed the tow trucks all the way back to the Fang residence in Gao City.
They stayed there to keep an eye on those people. If they got any more “bright ideas”… heh. Better watch out for bird poop falling from the heavens!
After driving all those annoying people away, Lin Jiangye invited the surrounding officers to come eat at his house!
They had all shown up today to protect him. He would remember that kindness for a long time.
“When Crow Boss told me, I was still kind of stunned!” Lin Jiangye and Shang Fuyan went back up the rear mountain. This was Tiger Mom’s territory; the other cubs didn’t dare come close. Perfect for the two of them to talk privately.
Shang Fuyan felt uneasy. He knew exactly why Lin Jiangye had pulled him over here…
But he didn’t know how to talk about it—especially when Lin Jiangye looked like his mood was actually pretty good right now.
Lin Jiangye tilted his head at him. It was the first time he’d ever seen Shang Fuyan look this troubled. So what, exactly, had Shang Fuyan been hiding?
“Is it really that hard to say?”
Shang Fuyan covered half his face, hesitated for a long while, and finally said, “After everyone leaves, I’ll tell you.”
Lin Jiangye froze a little, catching the implication—was Shang Fuyan worried he’d lose control of his emotions in front of everyone?
But why?
Lin Jiangye didn’t think he’d have an emotional breakdown after everything he’d been through… yet Shang Fuyan wasn’t the kind of person who spoke without reason. That made Lin Jiangye deeply uneasy.
After they finished treating all the officers who came to help and everyone dispersed, Director Gao glanced back at Shang Fuyan still staying at the Lin house. In her heart, she clicked her tongue.
Why did he look like a live-in son-in-law?
“Tomorrow I’m giving you one day off. Rest properly,” she suddenly said.
Shang Fuyan blanked. He didn’t expect Director Gao to suddenly grant him leave—but then he remembered what he still needed to say, and he instantly understood her meaning.
That day off was for him—and also for Lin Jiangye.
She had probably guessed why he was staying. She was telling him to comfort Lin Jiangye tomorrow.
After everyone left, even Jiang Xin and the others returned to their own rooms. Lin Jiangye and Shang Fuyan sat on the master bedroom balcony.
Shang Fuyan didn’t come up alone. He brought Tiger Mom, Zang’ao, Bixi, Opal, Diamond, and the German Shepherd up with him.
Zang’ao was sleepy. Shang Fuyan carried it upstairs like a limp noodle. The little cat rubbed drowsily over to Tiger Mom, curled into a bagel shape, and resumed snoring.
Bixi and the other two crows felt vaguely uneasy. Tiger Mom and the German Shepherd exchanged a look—tiger and dog both sensing something was off.
Besides Tiger Mom, the cubs Shang Fuyan brought up were the ones who had been with Lin Jiangye the longest.
Lin Jiangye watched Shang Fuyan’s actions in silence, his heartbeat pounding in his chest like a drum.
Why call them all up? Even if he broke down, wouldn’t Tiger Mom alone be enough? Did Shang Fuyan think even Tiger Mom couldn’t soothe him?
Maybe… he shouldn’t have asked that question.
Once everything was arranged, the two of them sat facing each other on the balcony, looking out at the quiet woods. Shang Fuyan let out a long sigh.
“I had someone go see your welfare home director.”
Lin Jiangye’s hand trembled slightly. He raised his head, eyes complicated as he looked at Shang Fuyan.
Shang Fuyan rubbed his brow and spoke slowly, relaying what the director had said. Hearing that his biological parents had once come to the welfare home to look at him—
No. It couldn’t be called “visiting.” Those two only ever glanced. They never cared whether he lived well in that place.
“So when the director learned your biological parents came looking, she left one sentence for me to pass on to you.”
Lin Jiangye’s eyes held sadness, shock, and a faint thread of almost invisible longing.
“She said: ‘Xiao Lin, don’t bother with those two skin-wearing beasts. Just live your own life. This is the good life you finally managed to earn—don’t let beasts destroy it.’”
Those were her exact words—her final advice to one of her children, as the director of that welfare home.
Lin Jiangye didn’t speak. He was completely stunned. He truly never expected that his biological parents had always known what happened after abandoning him.
Absurd. Completely absurd.
But the more absurd thing was still coming.
Seeing how numb Lin Jiangye looked, Shang Fuyan struggled even more over whether to drop the final bomb.
But if he didn’t—and later, in some critical moment, someone else suddenly revealed it—Lin Jiangye might be hit even harder. And then Lin Jiangye could even be in danger.
Shang Fuyan’s decision was, unfortunately, correct.
“The thing I hid from you wasn’t that. It was the reason the Fang family threw you away. I… found it.”
He took a deep breath, then gripped Lin Jiangye’s hand tightly. The usually cool, handsome face was filled with pain.
“When you were just one month old, a fortune-telling swindler came to the Fang family and said you would bring ruin—bring misfortune to your father, your mother, everyone in the family—and that you would cause the family to go bankrupt and collapse.”
Shang Fuyan didn’t say the rest, but Lin Jiangye understood.
Because of that so-called “prophecy,” the Fang family cruelly dumped a one-month-old baby beside a trash can in winter, trying to freeze him to death.
Later, even when they knew the baby had been taken to a welfare home, they still never brought him back—because they didn’t want him returning to “ruin” the Fang family. Right?
But a baby—just barely one month old—how could he ruin an entire family? Wasn’t that pure nonsense?
Lin Jiangye jolted as if to stand up, knocking the small table in front of him over. Two cups clunked to the ground and rolled right to Tiger Mom’s paws.
The noise woke Zang’ao. The little cat stretched lazily, glanced at Lin Jiangye—and then its fur exploded outward in shock.
“Mew mew mew mew mew!!!”
[Human! What’s wrong with you?!]
Zang’ao had been the first cub by Lin Jiangye’s side. From the beginning until now, it had never once seen Lin Jiangye look this lost and hollow.
The feeling dragged it back to that night when it crouched beside its former owner’s corpse.
It immediately leapt onto Lin Jiangye, clinging to his chest like a little furry pendant. The cat’s slightly warm belly pressed against him, sending steady heat into his body.
[Human, Mii is here. Don’t be sad.] It stuck out its tongue and gently licked Lin Jiangye’s chin.
The tiny sting of that rough tongue pulled Lin Jiangye’s shattered mind back by a thread.
He collapsed onto the floor, eyes unfocused—like he’d lost half his soul.
His reaction terrified the other cubs. When had they ever seen him like this, half-alive?
Tiger Mom rushed over and gently rubbed her face against her human cub. But he looked completely numb, not reacting at all. It made Tiger Mom deeply uneasy.
It felt like her human cub was… breaking.
Not “like.” He really was about to break.
Lin Jiangye closed his eyes. That one word—prophecy—kept echoing in his head. The more he thought, the colder he felt.
Crack… crack…
What was that sound? Oh. Maybe it was his heart breaking.
Shang Fuyan knew Lin Jiangye would collapse if he heard this. Not only Lin Jiangye—Shang Fuyan himself was furious at the reason. The person living it would feel it far more intensely.
He felt Lin Jiangye’s hands turn ice-cold. Lin Jiangye’s face went weakly pale. He sat on the floor like a soulless doll, blank and motionless.
Shang Fuyan reached out, hand climbing slowly onto Lin Jiangye’s shoulder, then pulled him into his arms and held him tight.
Shang Fuyan patted his back softly, signaling the cubs to hurry and gather.
Tiger Mom lay behind Lin Jiangye. The tabby cat hung around Lin Jiangye’s neck like a scarf. The three crows squeezed into the space between them. The German Shepherd looked left and right, then nudged Shang Fuyan aside and pressed close to Lin Jiangye’s side.
If the heart was cold, then at least the body could be warm.
Every cub comforted Lin Jiangye in its own way, trying to pull his consciousness back.
[They don’t want you—Mii wants you! Mii loves you most, most, most!]
Seeing Lin Jiangye not react at all, the tabby hugged Lin Jiangye’s head with both paws and rubbed and licked desperately, trying to drive away that ominous, death-like aura.
Thankfully, Lin Jiangye woke up after a moment.
He woke up from the heat.
A pile of furry bodies pressed tightly around him—how could he not sweat? He panted hard, and for a moment he didn’t have the energy to think about the Fang family’s twisted brain.
Shang Fuyan only wanted the cubs to warm Lin Jiangye—he forgot that Lin Jiangye raised them too well. Each one had thick, glossy fur, and it was already April.
All of them packed together felt like a roasting furnace.
How could anyone keep feeling sad? Lin Jiangye almost wanted an ice cream just to cool down!
“This is your idea of comfort? This ridiculous method?” Lin Jiangye stared at him in disbelief.
Shang Fuyan wanted to say it wasn’t… but the words got stuck. He just fell silent.
Fine. Whether the method was right or not—at least the result was.
Still, even as Lin Jiangye regained some spirit, his expression was far from good. The tabby watched anxiously, terrified that horrible “almost-dead” state would happen again.
Zang’ao clung to him. Tiger Mom followed him with the look of “I must watch you.” Bixi and Opal trembled in fear. The German Shepherd even dragged its sleeping wife over—then carried its own pup in like a toy to keep Lin Jiangye distracted.
[Human, you have to be okay.] The German Shepherd was genuinely shaken by Lin Jiangye’s earlier state.
Their reactions made the other cubs anxious too. One after another, they crowded into the bedroom, wrapping Lin Jiangye in layers.
Layer after layer—until even Shang Fuyan got wrapped in too.
Now Shang Fuyan was hot too.
The two men exchanged a look, panting as they stripped off their outer layers, leaving only short sleeves. Finally, it felt bearable.
“I’m not even dead from sadness yet—I’m about to die from heat…” Lin Jiangye muttered.
Before he finished, a massive tiger paw gently patted his face.
[Who’s dying?!]
Tiger Mom’s huge tiger eyes filled their view from above, staring sharply at them.
Shang Fuyan quickly covered Lin Jiangye’s mouth, helpless.
“Alright, stop talking. You’ll get smacked flying if Tiger Mom gets annoyed.”
It was only the second floor. With Lin Jiangye’s physique, getting slapped out the window would hurt for a while, but he wouldn’t die.
Lin Jiangye shut up and silently scooted closer to Shang Fuyan.
Tiger Mom is scary… QAQ
Tiger Mom snorted, then leaned in, bit Lin Jiangye’s collar, and dragged him to her belly. She curled into a half-circle, shielding her fragile human cub tightly.
She didn’t understand what Shang Fuyan had said—but she could sense he wasn’t trying to hurt Lin Jiangye. The pain in his eyes wasn’t fake.
If Shang Fuyan wasn’t the one hurting her cub, then the words themselves must have hurt him.
She couldn’t understand the content—but she understood the name “Fang family.”
So those people hadn’t just caused trouble today. They had done even worse things to her cub in the past.
Tch. Today’s punishment had been too light. She should’ve slapped their faces—if not faces, at least break a few leg bones!
Lin Jiangye had no idea what dangerous thoughts Tiger Mom was having. Looking at the fur piled everywhere, his mood gradually recovered.
He stayed quiet. Shang Fuyan didn’t force conversation. He simply stayed by Lin Jiangye’s side while the room filled with the sound of the cubs’ purring snores.
The scene felt familiar to Lin Jiangye. In the other world, he had also been surrounded by cubs like this.
Only here, there was one more human beside him.
He turned his head to look at Shang Fuyan. No lights were on. Soft moonlight draped over Shang Fuyan’s face like gauze, smoothing his features, tiny silver flecks shimmering in his eyes.
“What are you looking at?” Shang Fuyan asked. Perhaps he sensed Lin Jiangye’s gaze burning. There was even a hint of shyness in his eyes.
Lin Jiangye smiled silently. He stroked Zang’ao still hanging around his neck. The little cat was soft and sweet-smelling, sleeping hard. Even being lifted didn’t wake it—until Lin Jiangye buried his face into the warm little belly.
The tabby’s green eyes opened drowsily. It looked down, saw Lin Jiangye, yawned, and went right back to sleep.
After inhaling enough “cat scent,” Lin Jiangye stuffed the cat into Shang Fuyan’s arms, then turned and flopped onto Tiger Mom—another deep, full-body inhale.
Shang Fuyan, meanwhile, stroked Zang’ao’s belly fur until the cat melted into a pancake—while watching Lin Jiangye go from cub to cub, sniffing and rubbing like he was exchanging strength with them.
Soon, Lin Jiangye’s scent became messy and mixed.
But it was a gentle kind of mess—warm, powerful.
If Lin Jiangye’s heart had once been like solid concrete—strong but cold—
Now his heart-wall was built from furry “mii-mii” and “woof-woof” voices piled together: soft and warm.
Even if something attacked, it would hit that fluffy wall and bounce away from the springy softness.
Most of these fluffy creatures had been picked up by Lin Jiangye. He’d raised them from skinny, timid, wary little things into glossy, relaxed, bright-eyed companions.
And now, the cubs he raised had gained the strength to protect their owner.
Finally, Lin Jiangye returned to Shang Fuyan’s side. His eyes were like a leopard hidden in the night—and Shang Fuyan felt like prey being watched.
Shang Fuyan suddenly grew nervous, his body faintly heating.
The next second, Lin Jiangye’s handsome face leaned close—so close their faces nearly touched.
Lin Jiangye brushed his nose tip against Shang Fuyan’s nose.
Lin Jiangye had done that with other cubs too—but between humans, it was different.
The closeness tangled their breathing together. Shang Fuyan reflexively tensed, his ears burning hot.
Thankfully—maybe thankfully—this intimate contact lasted less than half a minute, before Shang Fuyan completely lost his composure.
After doing it, Lin Jiangye didn’t explain. He simply lay down on the floor, ready to sleep.
Shang Fuyan didn’t dare speak. He was afraid his voice would come out too hoarse and expose him.
And he didn’t leave either.
As long as Lin Jiangye didn’t kick him out… that meant he was silently allowing him to share the pillow.
They slept under a thin blanket. With the cubs packed around them, not a trace of cold air could get in—warm and cozy all night long.
Shang Fuyan had thought he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. But with steady breathing all around him and those familiar scents, his restless heart gradually settled down too.
Early the next morning, when Jiang Xin came up to call them for breakfast, he was greeted by cubs sprawled all over the floor—and two humans nestled right in the middle.
No one knew what the two of them had done last night, but Lin Jiangye was somehow sleeping sprawled across Shang Fuyan’s stomach, while Shang Fuyan was using the Mountain God’s back as a pillow. Zang’ao was flattened like a cat pancake—half draped over Shang Fuyan’s chest, the other half hanging across Lin Jiangye’s head.
…Wait. That posture could still sleep??
Staring at this chaotic sleeping arrangement, Jiang Xin honestly couldn’t understand how they managed.
Especially Shang Fuyan—didn’t he feel weighed down?
Heavy? Of course it was heavy!
The first thing Shang Fuyan did after waking up was clutch his chest and say blankly, “I feel like I got sleep paralysis last night…”
“Yeah? I feel like my neck’s kind of stiff,” Lin Jiangye said, rubbing at it.
Hearing their conversation, Jiang Xin put on a weird smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
Good. You should feel uncomfortable! With that sleeping posture, the strangest thing is that you two didn’t wake up in the middle of the night.
Still, all the way downstairs, Jiang Xin kept secretly watching Lin Jiangye’s face. When he saw Lin Jiangye’s color and lightness return to normal, the stone in his heart finally dropped completely.
As for what happened last night—he wasn’t that curious.
As long as Lin Jiangye was okay, nothing else really mattered.
That day, Shang Fuyan truly spent the entire day with Lin Jiangye, just hanging out and having fun together.
In the morning, they played ball with the cubs at home. At noon they went out to a private kitchen restaurant, and Lin Jiangye ate until he could barely lift his head. In the afternoon they went to a riding stable and even competed—Lin Jiangye won by bribing Shang Fuyan’s horse.
By evening, they still didn’t want to go home. They drove to the banks of the Tongji River, planning to fish, grill the fish, and eat.
This time they weren’t going to the place where they’d found a corpse before, but to a “holy fishing spot” recommended by a veteran angler.
“A veteran angler? Or a veteran ‘air force’ guy?” Lin Jiangye asked.
Shang Fuyan burst out laughing. “Don’t you dare say that in front of Qi Gaoyang—he’ll absolutely break down.”
So the veteran was Qi Gaoyang?
“Yeah. He loves fishing. He’s tried just about everywhere in Yue City, and only that ‘holy spot’ can get him fish.” Otherwise how could it be called holy? Even the air-force guy could land fish there.
Lin Jiangye raised an eyebrow. See? He knew it—veteran air-force.
They followed the riverbank to a corner. Even at night, there were tons of anglers here—each one with a pile of gear, looking extremely professional.
As for Lin Jiangye and Shang Fuyan? They brought only the simplest setup. Forget a landing net—they didn’t even bring stools.
Instead, the things they brought the most of were grilling tools and seasonings.
“Do you think we can actually catch a fish?” Lin Jiangye looked around at four or five anglers nearby and snuck a glance into their baskets. The most anyone had was two fish—and they were palm-sized little things.
Fish that small, grilled, would only be a taste.
Shang Fuyan wasn’t worried at all. He glanced around, then leaned close to Lin Jiangye and whispered, “It’s fine. Worst case, we’ll go to a fish restaurant nearby and eat grilled fish there.”
There was a fish restaurant nearby???
Shang Fuyan nodded. “If people can’t catch anything here, a lot of them go buy a fish at the restaurant and take it home…”
You can’t exactly go back empty-handed, right?
Hearing that, Lin Jiangye suddenly thought of something.
“Then Qi Gaoyang’s fish—did he really catch them, or did he buy them at the fish restaurant?”
Is this ‘holy spot’ even real?
Shang Fuyan curved his lips into a meaningful smile. He lifted a long finger and wagged it lightly in front of his mouth.
Alright, got it. A man-made holy spot, huh?
They quietly moved to a side area instead of crowding next to others.
This wasn’t Lin Jiangye’s first time fishing, but it was his first time using a modern rod. Back in the other world, he basically used a stick, a line, and a bit of bait—if it worked, it worked; if not, forget it.
Under Shang Fuyan’s guidance, he cast the rod out. The float had barely hit the water when it suddenly sank.
“Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?” Lin Jiangye was shocked by the speed. After learning it was a “man-made holy spot,” he’d already prepared himself to blank out.
But it hadn’t even been a minute.
“It’s on!” Even Shang Fuyan was startled by that speed.
After reeling a bit, Lin Jiangye pulled it in—a two-plus-jin sharpbelly fish.
“Dinner’s secured!” Perfect for grilled fish! Even if they didn’t catch another one, at least they wouldn’t go hungry.
Lin Jiangye’s instant bite drew a lot of attention. The anglers had already been quietly watching them since they arrived—because the two of them looked like models and didn’t seem like serious anglers at all.
When the anglers saw their gear, everyone thought: yep, amateurs.
But these two “amateurs” caught a two-jin fish in under a minute!
What is this—newbie protection?
They looked at themselves: sitting an hour with not even a tiny “mimi fish” nibbling. Meanwhile, those two cast once and landed a big sharpbelly immediately.
If it were only that, people would just be jealous. But over the next half hour, the two of them looked like they were cheating. The shorter young man landed a sharpbelly, the taller man landed a three-jin catfish; then the young man pulled in a nearly four-jin snakehead; then the man hooked another sharpbelly.
…Wait. Are you two here to restock inventory?
More and more anglers gathered around them, unable to resist casting near their spot.
But even standing in the same place—even with rods less than two meters apart—they could only watch as Lin Jiangye and Shang Fuyan kept hauling fish in one after another.
Damn it! They wanted that “constant bites” feeling too, QAQ.
Someone couldn’t take it anymore and asked to swap rods with Lin Jiangye.
“I want to know if it’s the bait or the rod!”
Refusing to admit the real problem might be… the person.
But no worries—Lin Jiangye didn’t mind shattering someone’s illusions.
They swapped rods and bait, cast into the same spot, and waited patiently for three minutes.
Then Lin Jiangye’s rod jerked again.
Not just jerked—it pulled hard. Clearly a big fish.
“Holy—this is almost six jin, isn’t it?” A five-plus-jin sharpbelly, nearly six. Absolutely the kind you’d photograph for social media.
Looking at the silver-shining fish on the ground, plenty of eyes went bright.
“Bro! Can I borrow it for a photo? I’ll pay!” Green-lit eyes stared at Lin Jiangye like starving cats spotting fish.
Lin Jiangye laughed helplessly and waved off the money. He backed up a few steps and cleared space so the other “air force” guys could take turns posing with the fish.
Soon the area was full of click-click photo sounds—so much that the man holding Lin Jiangye’s rod nearly cracked.
Just when he was about to give up, his hands suddenly sank.
He didn’t even get to celebrate for a few seconds before the heavy pull nearly dragged him away.
“Fish! I’ve got a fish!”
Excited—sure. But when he realized he was practically being hauled forward, the man started screaming in panic.
If Lin Jiangye hadn’t reacted fast and wrapped an arm around the man’s waist, yanking him backward with force, the guy would’ve been dragged straight into the river.
Only… Lin Jiangye’s rescue grip made the man feel like his waist almost snapped.
Then Shang Fuyan and Lin Jiangye grabbed the rod properly, and with help from others, they finally hauled the heavy thing up.
Good news: it really was heavy.
Bad news: it was a 26-inch suitcase.
