Domineering Moral Animal Husbandry: Where Can Sanhua’S Lovely Wife Escape? Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Wedding Heist

Since that day, the German Shepherd became a regular at the Sanhua Café.

The German Shepherd didn’t say much. He liked ordering a latte but rarely drank it, simply enjoying the atmosphere, sitting for half an afternoon at a time.

Is the coffee not to your taste? Sanhua asked curiously.

Sanhua’s reflection appeared in the German Shepherd’s brown eyes.

Of course not, he explained seriously. The coffee is excellent. It is just that excessive caffeine can damage a canine’s sense of smell. For a police dog, that is fatal.

That is easy to fix. Sanhua took away the latte and replaced it with a cup of flower tea.

Coming to a café and not drinking coffee feels a bit rude.

I don’t mind. Sanhua looked at him with a smile. If you want to come in the future, just message me. I will save the window seat for you. I have tried it; the sunlight there is the best for basking.

The German Shepherd hesitated slightly.

Is that not okay? Sanhua looked up with clear eyes. You helped me catch the hamster and saved the Cat Café’s reputation. I thought we were already friends.

Of course. The German Shepherd’s ears flattened slightly. He pulled out his phone and scanned Sanhua’s.

The cat and dog added each other as friends.

Sanhua cheered internally, setting the contact name as—Mr. Police Dog.

The German Shepherd watched his back as he walked away in his little pink apron. His beautiful tail swayed gracefully behind him. His white, orange, and light gray fur covered his body evenly; from a distance, he looked like a fluffy marshmallow, radiating the scent of coffee and pastries.

He looked very…

Good for cat sniffing.

It was all the Corgi’s fault. Who told him to nag every day about how hitting the cat once feels great, but hitting the cat forever feels even better?

Beneath his black fur, a wave of heat rose to his cheeks where no one could see.

The German Shepherd shook his head, warning himself not to have any improper thoughts about his delicate cat friend.

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Sanhua took out his phone and liked the German Shepherd’s posts.

The German Shepherd’s image on social media was just like the impression he gave in person: steady, reliable, and low-key. Most of the content consisted of “Captured a criminal” (handcuffs.jpg), “Overtime” (a blue velvet-like office window), and “Exercising” (a tidy single dorm with bone barbells). Sanhua read through them with great interest.

In the last three months, the German Shepherd had posted more frequently. The Cat Café, decorated with pink clouds and donut seats, appeared in his feed almost every day off. It got to the point where people were asking if he was no longer single.

To all of these, the German Shepherd replied: No, I am a single dog.

Sanhua blinked. Just then, the German Shepherd posted a new update. It was still the Sanhua Café, and a small lace edge of Sanhua’s pink apron was subtly visible in the corner of the photo.

Their mutual friend, the Corgi, commented below—

So, do you know the joys of hitting the cat now?

German Shepherd: …

Corgi: By the way, I heard you have a fiancée. Is she a noble cat?

Noble cats are all beautiful and gentle, right? After all, they have been the dream marriage partners of the animal kingdom for twenty years running.

I am so jealous. You will be able to hit the cat every day after you are married…

Sanhua didn’t finish reading the rest. With a sharp sound, he couldn’t help but extend his claws, scratching the tablecloth printed with pink clouds.

He stood there and thought for a moment, then returned to his bedroom. He dialed a number and sent the German Shepherd’s photo to the recipient.

I am giving you ten minutes. Find out who this dog’s marriage partner is!

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House of Ragdoll.

What should I do? What should I do?

An exquisite, beautiful white cat paced back and forth inside the villa. A sky-blue silk bow was tied to his ear, and the cat bell around his neck made a crisp sound.

The white cat’s voice was even more pleasant than the bell. He said sadly, Didn’t they say we hadn’t been in contact for over ten years? Why do we suddenly have to fulfill the marriage contract? What should I do, Big Brother? Am I really going to marry a dog?

I have heard that dogs are all crude, they smell bad, and they don’t even lick their fur! That German Shepherd is all black, tall, and sturdy. He could flatten me with one paw and bite through my throat in one mouthful! I’d rather die than marry him!

Sitting opposite the white cat was Young Master Da Bu. Seeing his younger brother’s watery, heterochromatic eyes, his heart ached. He had also heard from the servants that Young Master Xiao Bu hadn’t been eating or sleeping well these past few days, and his shedding had increased by thirty percent. The entire cat was in a state of low spirits.

It is my fault for being useless. I couldn’t get the House of Shepherd to give up on the marriage contract.

Looking at his brother’s terrified expression, the marriage contract held in his paw felt like a red-hot iron. His claws couldn’t help but pop out, itching to shred it to pieces.

Xiao Bu walked gracefully behind the Ragdoll cat, his beautiful eyes looking at the text on the contract.

Both parties represent the House of Ragdoll and the House of Shepherd. Betrothed before birth, the wedding shall be held once the offspring of both families reach adulthood. Dowry: 1,314 pure gold marrow bones, 666 diamond-encrusted cat bowls, 88 sets of antique cat collars…

The contract had been unearthed from a corner of the study. The butler had handed it to a lawyer as Da Bu instructed, and key clauses had been highlighted. Xiao Bu skimmed through it quickly.

His eyes flickered. A tear fell from his pointed chin. As if he were afraid the tear would ruin the contract, Xiao Bu quickly reached out a paw to wipe it away and let out a trembling meow. Don’t be sad, Big Brother. I know you have done your best.

Actually… actually, even if Big Brother can’t save me, it is okay. I am willing to marry into the Woof Kingdom, as long as Big Brother doesn’t abandon me!

Seeing how sensible he was, Da Bu’s heart felt even more like it was on fire. He stared at that tear, the blurred ink entering his vision.

Both parties betrothed before birth… Wait, strictly speaking, the one who was originally engaged wasn’t you…

His voice trailed off. There was a moment of struggle on Da Bu’s face, a cold light flashing in his deep blue eyes.

Don’t worry, Xiao Bu. I will never let you marry a stinky dog!

Find Young Master Sanhua and bring him back, he coldly instructed the butler.

Yes.

The previous Persian Butler had been accidentally injured by a speeding elk while out. Replacing him was a Siamese Butler. He respectfully obeyed Young Master Da Bu, then turned around and sent a text message to a certain number—

Mission accomplished!