Chapter 16: An Elementary School Argument~
Big Brother Shen treated the cub with the communication style of a peer. The cub felt respected and decided to give Big Brother Shen a little reward. He beckoned with his paw—the movement looking exactly like a “Beckoning Cat”—signaling Shen Zeyu to come closer.
Shen Zeyu didn’t understand, but he followed the cub’s instructions and moved closer anyway. Shen Lin used Shen Zeyu as a cat tree, grabbing his military uniform and climbing into his arms.
“A-choo~”
The silver sash brushed against the tip of his nose, and the little cub let out a heavy sneeze. His center of gravity became unstable, and inertia made him fall backward. Shen Zeyu’s eye twitched; his hand was faster than his brain as he pressed the little cub back into his arms.
The cub didn’t take the danger just now seriously at all. His moist pink nose twitched.
Shen Zeyu asked irritably, “What are you sniffing?”
Hmm, the scent of blood is gone; Big Brother’s wound should have healed.
In a corner where no one could see, fine pink threads drilled into the wound to clear the blood vessels blocked by the black source of pollution, promoting rapid blood flow. After finishing these tasks, the cub wiggled his little bottom and slid down from his cheap big brother’s body. He hugged the red plume again, turned his head, and waved his small paw as if impatiently shooing him away.
Shen Zeyu was both annoyed and amused. He gave the cub’s soft fur a light rub, straightened his clothes, and left.
Ninth Legion Specialized Medical Area.
“Major General, the healing speed of your wound this time is miraculous. Even subsequent beastification won’t cause the wound to split. Major General, tell the truth—did you use some advanced medical reagent?” The medical officer asked in wonder.
Shen Zeyu touched the wound that had nearly pierced through his waist and abdomen. An answer flashed through his mind so fast he couldn’t catch it.
“I don’t want the matter of my wound healing to reach a third person’s ears. Do you understand?”
“Of course,” the medical officer nodded, adjusting his glasses.
“Major General, I also suspected before that someone was behind your injury. But I sent people to check back and forth several times, even those distant relatives he barely knows. He was just an ordinary exile who committed a crime; I truly can’t find any other suspicious points.” The adjutant helped the Major General put his clothes back on, relaying the information he had gathered over the past few days.
“Among the beastmen exiled to the border stars, those who committed embezzlement and bribery alone number over a million, let alone those who committed other crimes. Many of these people are from the high-tier zones, accustomed to lives of luxury and unable to stand the bitter cold of the border stars. If, at this time, someone revealed that they could have high positions and great wealth just by making me a lunatic or keeping me in the border city forever…”
Shen Zeyu didn’t state it explicitly, but the adjutant had already understood. It turned out he had overcomplicated things; the answer was already very obvious.
The Major General’s wound had been caused by someone using the bones of a bloodline-frenzied beastman ground into a sharp weapon. A beastman whose bloodline had frenzied to the limit was like an untouchable, taboo source of pollution—anyone who touched it would have problems, and serious cases would turn them into mindless lunatics. The Major General’s bloodline grade was top-tier; by a stroke of luck, he hadn’t become a lunatic, but his wound simply wouldn’t heal.
The person behind it must feel it was a pity, but thinking that Shen Zeyu’s injury would prevent him from normally strengthening his bloodline, thus preventing him from fully controlling the Ninth Legion…
“Hiss—” The adjutant felt more alarmed the more he thought about it and couldn’t help but gasp.
“Going back this time, we might even catch a big fish.” Shen Zeyu grabbed the beast whip beside him and tipped his hat, a bloodthirsty light flashing in his dark eyes. No matter who reached out, he was determined to chop off one of their hands this time!
On the first day after his cheap big brother left, Shen Lin was still a bit unaccustomed to it. From hatching until now, his cheap big brother had never let anyone else handle feeding the cub; he always timed it perfectly to feed the next spoonful, ensuring the cub was full and well-fed. The cub only had to open his mouth.
But with a different person, the cub felt a noticeable difference. Regardless of any discomfort, his belly had to be filled. He could only open his mouth and wait for the maid sister to feed him. Only when there was no food in his mouth would he kick his legs and pat the thick padding of the cub chair, his dark eyes full of longing for food.
The maid wore a smile, but her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Shen Zejue, who had been coming home on time recently to “clock in” for dinner, had a mouth like a shovel, scarfing down food with “ka-ka” sounds. After eating and drinking his fill, he had nothing to do and developed a trace of curiosity about feeding the cub.
“Let me try.”
Before the maid could react, the spoon in her hand was gone. The cub had just opened his mouth to eat a mouthful of air.
“Awoo~”
Shen Lin: ?
The cub’s action of tilting his head in confusion was incredibly cute. Shen Zejue couldn’t help but laugh out loud, only managing to stop under the little cub’s dissatisfied and accusing gaze. With food in front of him, Shen Lin was in no mood to bicker with Shen Zejue.
“En-ying~” The cub wants to eat~~
“Here, Bingbing, Third Brother will feed you, ah~”
Shen Lin opened his mouth wide, and one could clearly see the gums where teeth hadn’t officially grown yet, the small pink tongue, and the tiny throat. Shen Zejue scooped up a spoonful of complementary food and shoved it in with a heroic gesture. That manner wasn’t “feeding”; it was more like “pouring” it into the mouth.
The cub only furrowed his little brows uncomfortably but didn’t show a look of rejection. Shen Zejue, feeding a cub for the first time, clearly didn’t have so many considerations; finding it fun, he kept pouring food into the little cub’s mouth.
“Third Master, that’s enough feeding. Any more and the Young Master will be stuffed,” the maid reminded him in a timely manner.
Shen Zejue stopped reluctantly. The little cub’s face and chest were stained with a lot of food, and even some had gotten into his tiny nostrils.
“Eww~ how filthy. Bingbing, you’re a dirty cub now—so ugly.” Shen Zejue had a look of disdainful mockery on his face, but his hands weren’t idle as he used a silk handkerchief to help the cub wipe his mouth.
Pfft!
“Ah! You brat, what are you doing?! My new clothes!!”
Shen Zejue’s black clothes, printed with a cool cloud pattern, were covered in food residue, and there was even a familiar milky scent.
Hearing Shen Zejue’s words, Shen Lin was a bit angry. He had filled his mouth with a mouthful of drool, intending to spit it in his face, but he had miscalculated the height distance between him and Shen Zejue. The mouthful of drool was entirely dedicated to Shen Zejue’s clothes.
Seeing the cub’s little mouth bulging again, Shen Zejue quickly pinched the cub’s mouth shut. Shen Lin was forced into a “duck beak.”
“Small mouth, no talking!”
“Ying~”
Shen Zejue looked down at the dirty “Starfall” clothes—the latest model of the season he had begged his second sister to buy—and small flames flickered in his eyes. But hearing the cub’s whimper, the curse words about to burst out were swallowed back down. He gave a “tsk,” released the cub’s mouth, and turned to leave the dining room without a word.
Regarding the conflict between the two brothers, Uncle Chen wanted to mediate, but the Third Master left too quickly and gave him no chance to speak. Shen Lin didn’t feel wronged because of Shen Zejue’s anger; his face still bore a small expression of anger as he made “en-en wu-wu” sounds in “Ying-language.” Although it couldn’t be understood, it must have been some very dirty cursing.
Shen Zejue had pinched his mouth until it hurt. This was an important “tool” for filling his belly; if it was pinched broken, how could he eat? Third Brother is bad!
Perhaps the cub didn’t get the point of Shen Zejue’s anger at all, but he was sensitive to others’ emotions and naturally discovered Shen Zejue’s dislike for him. But so what? Who told him to speak about him first? It wasn’t the cub’s fault anyway! He didn’t intend to live in this house for long; at most, they would be strangers living under the same roof in the future.
After this battle, the little cub made up his mind not to associate much with the emotionally unstable Shen Zejue.
“Third Master just finished the academy’s physical test, and the power of his bloodline strengthening hasn’t faded yet, so his temper is naturally irritable. At this time, if the Young Master gets angry with the Third Master, it’s easy to get accidentally hurt, and there’s no need for it.” Uncle Chen chattered while carrying Shen Lin toward his residence.
The cub pursed his lips and looked down at the rapidly moving light-panels beneath his feet without speaking. Uncle Chen sighed; the tempers of the young masters and young lady in this house were as stubborn as the Marshal’s. For the first three, a stubborn temper didn’t matter much; top-tier Fierce Beasts were thick-skinned and wouldn’t be affected by a bit of injury. But the Young Master didn’t have that natural advantage and was a weak herbivore. Living with three top-tier Fierce Beast bloodlines, even if the other party didn’t do it intentionally, a trace of bloodline energy would hurt the Young Master.
Uncle Chen thought secretly that the matter the Eldest Master had ordered must be moved up. He’d have people compare which mechanical master in the Prime Star city had the best craftsmanship for building weapons. If the Young Master was covered in weapons from head to toe, he probably wouldn’t lose too badly in a fight.
Butler Uncle Chen didn’t notice that the scales in his heart had already begun to tilt toward the little cub.
Shen Zexi finished a day’s worth of social engagements and returned home smelling of alcohol. She heard about the conflict between her two brothers earlier that day.
“Shen Zejue is such a big person, and he’s still bickering with a cub?”
The attendant standing silently nearby kept his mouth shut. Now was not the time for him to speak.
Shen Zexi pinched the bridge of her nose and took out a lady’s cigarette from a hidden compartment in the coffee table and lit it. The nicotine-flavored suppression medicine filtered through her lungs, relieving her nerves that had been tense all day. These past few days were the special period of her bloodline’s reverse tide; the Black Mamba’s venom would circulate through her entire body. Her emotions weren’t much better than Shen Zejue’s, who had just undergone testing.
Furthermore, she often played mind games with those old foxes in the White Tower whose hearts had more holes than a sieve. Her temper had to be precisely controlled to avoid showing a state of ugliness and being caught by others. Especially with Father’s accident, she had been trapped in this high-pressure work for a month, and the venom in her body was flowing faster. Currently, the number of times she used the medicine daily had increased, and her sleep quality was gradually declining. One could say she hadn’t had a normal night’s sleep in almost a month.
“If Little Four hasn’t shown any abnormal behavior, let this small problem be resolved internally between the brothers.” Shen Zexi stubbed out the cigarette and waved her hand to the attendant.
The door closed, and the room fell into silence. Shen Zexi got up and entered the washroom. When she came out again, the drying machine ran, and her damp hair was dry in an instant, falling smoothly over her shoulders as she walked toward the study. At this hour, the sky over the Prime Star city was already covered by nebulae, and even the robots had gone to sleep in their charging pods in the corner. Yet Shen Zexi still had to bury her head in work.
Council members of the White Tower looked respected, but they were actually as tired as dogs behind the scenes. She signed her name on a document and waited for the person on the light-screen to execute it. As the light-screen automatically scrolled to the next piece of work, there was a knock at the door.
“Enter.”
The attendant said, slightly out of breath, “Second Miss, the Young Master has a fever.”
The voice reporting work on the other side of the light-screen gradually grew quieter. Shen Zexi stood up and said to the person on the light-screen, “Summarize the root cause of the problem and wait for me to discuss it further at the White Tower tomorrow.”
“Understood, Excellency.”
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