Some despicable person?
She wasn't being referred to, was she?
Hearing that, Fei Chaichai immediately abandoned the idea of sneaking away.
After all, in Li Yuyuan's eyes, she wasn't just an ungrateful wolf who got his help and then told him to scram—she was also a pervert who loved taking advantage of people.
If he started making up stories again today and misled the front desk guy, how could she ever tie the knot with No. 108 in the future?
No way, no way.
Fei Chaichai absolutely could not let that happen.
She quickly restored her smile, turned around, and first tried to build rapport: "Wow, what a coincidence, we meet again. Looks like we're really destined to cross paths! You made it home safely last night, right?"
The wobbling potted plant was pushed back into place.
Li Yuyuan lowered his head to wipe his hands. Upon hearing this, he spared a glance downward.
The young lady had a strong sense of safety awareness—she even wore a helmet indoors. Beneath the round shell was a round face, and a pair of round eyes.
When she looked up at someone, her pupils were clear and pure, like amber. Even a single speck of impurity would be plainly visible.
Even fake expressions and exaggerated tones couldn't conceal that.
Li Yuyuan didn't call out her insincere words. His gaze swept over the hand that was secretly at work, and he said flatly, "Probably."
"Huh?"
Such precise wording?
Fei Chaichai tugged back Second Senior Brother, who had caught his attention, to keep it from meeting an untimely demise, all while pondering what "probably" meant. Then she heard him add, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing in front of you right now."
"…"
Why did his words have to be so prickly?
Was he blaming her for running off too fast last night?
Fei Chaichai wasn't in the right, and she couldn't defend herself, so she could only force a dry laugh: "Ha, haha, you're so funny."
The front desk guy thought she was pretty funny too and chimed in: "Little miss, if you know Brother Yuan, why were you just asking me about our director's younger brother?"
"…"
Damn it.
She'd been so focused on shutting Li Yuyuan up that she'd completely forgotten about that!
Fei Chaichai had torn down the east wall to patch up the west, her brain running at maximum capacity, and she momentarily froze, her laugh turning even drier.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, that lazy voice fell from above her head again, rescuing her from the situation: "Probably because I look fierce and menacing, like a dog in human clothes, unworthy of being Yan Ci's brother."
"Huh?" Fei Chaichai turned her head in surprise. "How did you—"
Before she could finish the word "know," she met those beautiful yet dangerous eyes, instantly snapping back to her senses. She furrowed her brows in grievance and said with hurt in her voice, "How could you think so poorly of me?"
The young lady's high spirits from just a moment ago suddenly deflated.
Li Yuyuan didn't interfere with her performance, listening as she improvised: "I came here to ask about you because I was worried about you. Good thing you're fine—otherwise, I'd blame myself for the rest of my life."
That was quite the convincing story.
Li Yuyuan's expression remained calm, whether he believed it or not. He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly said, "Not entirely fine."
"…Didn't you just say you made it home safely?" Fei Chaichai's exaggerated expression froze.
Li Yuyuan: "I misremembered."
"…???"
That was allowed?
It was the first time Fei Chaichai had seen someone so blatantly go back on their word. She cast a resentful glance at the front desk guy.
Wasn't he supposed to be as gentle as a spring breeze?
What kind of spring breeze was this?!
Fei Chaichai tried to use her eyes to appeal to the front desk guy for justice.
But before she could even lock eyes with him, a force pressed down on her head from the man beside her—through the helmet, not heavy, but it pulled her whole body to the side without warning.
The next second, the front desk guy sprayed water all over the floor.
He'd been about to take a sip of water to calm his nerves, but before he could swallow, he was hit with another visual shock. Not bothering to wipe his mouth, he anxiously warned: "Pig pig pig!"
"Pig?"
What about the pig?
Fei Chaichai retracted the resentment in her eyes and looked over in confusion.
The piglet that had been perfectly fine just moments ago was now, as if possessed, collapsed on the counter, foaming at the mouth.
"…Second Senior Brother?!"
Startled, Fei Chaichai quickly grabbed its two hooves and shook it, trying to rouse it.
But after a moment, it started rolling its eyes again, looking on the verge of death. Terrified, she let go with both hands and didn't dare move a muscle.
The piglet lost its support and tipped over.
Just as its head was about to hit the counter, a broad palm caught it steadily.
Fei Chaichai didn't see that. She seemed to have lost her soul, asking the front desk guy, "Wh-what do we do… Is my Second Senior Brother about to ascend to heaven to become Marshal Tianpeng…"
It had been perfectly fine just now—how did it end up in critical condition the moment someone showed up?
The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she became, and she couldn't help but shoot a sidelong glare at "someone."
Though it was just a glance from the corner of her eye, the emotion it conveyed was anything but subtle—a blatant suspicion that he had something to do with all this.
Li Yuyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.
Whether it was her accusation or her complaint, he accepted it all without a word. He simply closed his palm and walked off with the piglet.
"…Hey?"
Fei Chaichai stood there dumbfounded, never expecting Li Yuyuan to just leave like that.
It took her a moment before she realized the pig was gone too, and she quickly shouted at him, "Where are you taking my pig?!"
The corridor was long and empty.
Her trailing words had yet to fade.
Another cold, slow voice layered over them, and before entering the examination room, it unhurriedly tossed back two words: "Dismemberment."
D-Dismemberment?
Fei Chaichai exchanged a glance with the front desk guy, reading the same terror in each other's eyes—Li Yuyuan was fully capable of doing something like that!
The moment the words landed, both of them bolted after him.
The moment she pushed the door open, Fei Chaichai saw the poor piglet lying on the examination table, neither missing a limb nor a leg—in fact, its face had gotten considerably cleaner.
And the ruthless man sat before the table, tossing used gauze into the trash bin. He didn't look up at the commotion, simply taking out a thermometer to confirm.
Fei Chaichai: "?"
This wasn't quite the bloody, violent scene she'd pictured.
Completely baffled, she stopped at the doorway.
The front desk guy, on the other hand, let out a relieved breath and backed out to quietly ask her, "Little miss, have you saved my Brother Yuan's life before?"
"Huh?" Fei Chaichai was still dazed, thinking for a moment. "Does saving him in a dream count?"
"…"
So she hadn't, apparently.
In that case, why would someone even their own director struggled to get ahold of personally treat her pet?
The front desk guy mulled it over as he walked back, then noticing Fei Chaichai still looked worried, quickly turned around to reassure her: "Don't worry, Brother Yuan's amazing. Your Second Senior Brother will definitely be fine."
Li Yuyuan? Amazing?
If she remembered correctly, he wasn't even in this line of work, was he?
Fei Chaichai was half-convinced, half-doubtful, but didn't press further, her gaze locked tightly on Li Yuyuan.
In the bright, spotless examination room, sunlight flooded the floor and the white walls were immaculate. Only he stood out—wrapped head to toe in black, cold-eyed, with eye-catching tattoos, not a single thing about him looking like a decent person.
She was terrified that if she blinked, Second Senior Brother would end up ruined in his hands.
But even after staring until her eyes ached, Fei Chaichai couldn't catch a single mistake from him.
After recording the temperature, he put on his stethoscope, listening to bowel sounds with one hand while slowly pressing along the piglet's sternum with the other, checking the abdominal cavity. His technique was professional, and his movements were unexpectedly gentle.
Even if her prejudiced lens was thicker than a city wall, there was no way she could twist such an obvious examination into "dismemberment."
Then why had he said something like that earlier?
Just as she was thinking, the quiet air was broken by an uncomfortable whimper.
Fei Chaichai recognized it as Second Senior Brother's voice and rushed in, nervously confirming: "How is it? Is my pig seriously ill? Does it need surgery? What's the cause…"
Her worried rambling mixed with the clatter of metal instruments.
Li Yuyuan didn't rush her or interrupt. He took off his stethoscope, leaned back into the chair, and listened to her talk with an air of indifference, yet his gaze settled on those lips that wouldn't stop moving.
His look wasn't intense—it even carried a lazy, distracted quality—but it was impossible to ignore.
Fei Chaichai's eyelid twitched, and she instinctively clamped her mouth shut.
Her words cut off abruptly.
Li Yuyuan was in no hurry at all. Only when the air went completely silent did he lift his eyes to ask her, "Done talking?"
Actually, not quite.
But Fei Chaichai had calmed down by now. She nodded, bracing herself for the result: "Just say it straight—I can handle it!"
She put on a brave front, but couldn't stop her unconscious deep breaths.
Li Yuyuan glanced down at the piglet that had her so worked up, and said, "It probably can't."
Those words sent Fei Chaichai's heart plummeting.
She immediately covered the pig's ears and asked with reddening eyes, "It… what's wrong with it?"
Her voice, confident just a second ago, suddenly carried a sob. Li Yuyuan's gaze paused, lifting to catch the tears pooling in her eyes.
Before they could fall, he cut off her grief: "It's lost its chance to become Marshal Tianpeng."
Lost its chance… "to become Marshal Tianpeng?!"
What on earth.
Fei Chaichai's emotions swung sharply upward, but her brain was still offline. She looked at him, confused: "What do you mean?"
The mist in her eyes gradually receded.
Li Yuyuan finished the examination and walked toward the computer by the window, replying, "It means a pig with indigestion isn't qualified for a marshal title."
"…In-di-ges-tion?"
So it had just eaten too much?
It sounded ridiculous, but it made perfect sense for Second Senior Brother. After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and before leaving, it really had been stuffing its face.
But the "dismemberment" thing was still fresh, and Fei Chaichai didn't dare trust Li Yuyuan's words so easily.
She quickly followed him and pressed further: "Does indigestion make its eyes roll back?"
"No."
Li Yuyuan pulled up the medical record and was about to prescribe medication when his dark eyes, fixed on the computer screen, suddenly gave a slight lift. His words didn't pause as he continued lazily: "Unless it was violently shaken by its owner."
"…………"
With that, Fei Chaichai was relieved and waited for the payment slip.
But Li Yuyuan made no move to proceed.
She thought something else had gone wrong and quickly leaned over to look at the computer.
The screen displayed Second Senior Brother's medical records.
February 22, chief complaint: vomiting undigested food. Examination result: acute pancreatitis.
February 23, chief complaint: itchy skin. Examination result: the owner's heart was itchy.
February 28, chief complaint: diarrhea. Examination result: the owner mistook curry for pet excrement.
…
March 12, chief complaint: listlessness. Examination result: faking illness to avoid the owner's high-intensity weight loss plan.
Fei Chaichai: "…"
What a detailed record. One glance was enough to tell that her real intention lay elsewhere.
But so what.
Fei Chaichai assumed Li Yuyuan's inaction was due to dissatisfaction with her actions, and without making excuses, she said with unearned confidence: "What's the matter? Can't I spend my time inquiring about Director Yan Ci's news? It's not against the law."
Li Yuyuan hadn't originally planned to bring it up, but since the person in question seemed eager to talk about it, he played along and commented: "It is."
"…Wh-what law did I break?"
"The Animal Abuse Prevention Act."
"…"
He was implying that she was messing around with Second Senior Brother for no reason.
Fei Chaichai had nothing to say, so she could only retreat to the side and secretly shoot daggers with her eyes.
Li Yuyuan caught every single one without missing a beat, but said nothing. His gaze returned to the computer screen as he quietly served as her target.
Fei Chaichai was still waiting for a fight, but didn't expect it to end so soon. She wrinkled her nose, suspecting that he simply couldn't stand her getting any information related to No. 108.
Well then, she would just have to inquire anyway!
Even if it was just a scrap of information, she'd still count it as a small victory.
With that thought, Fei Chaichai set her sights on Li Yuyuan. Her eyes swept over him, and suddenly an idea struck her. She asked in a seemingly casual tone: "By the way, how old are you?"
The crisp sound of the keyboard didn't pause.
Li Yuyuan stared at the screen without looking at her, speaking lazily as if talking to the air: "Why not ask while looking at my face."
Fei Chaichai, who avoided eye contact with people whenever she felt guilty, stammered: "Wh-why?"
Li Yuyuan: "So I don't have to think of you as even more despicable than I already do."
"?"
It was just a question about age. What was so despicable about that?
Could it be that he'd figured out she was actually curious about No. 108's age?
Just as she was thinking this, a spring breeze rose from outside the window, sending a few pale pink petals drifting in.
One of them fluttered lightly, descending gracefully into Fei Chaichai's field of vision, overlapping with where her gaze had landed.
Only then did she realize that when she'd asked "how old are you," her casually cast gaze had landed, neither to the left nor the right, precisely and exactly, right between Li Yuyuan's legs.
Fei Chaichai: "…"