Domineering Moral Animal Husbandry: Where Can Sanhua’S Lovely Wife Escape? Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Undercover

A few minutes later, the German Shepherd, who had been led to a private room and served a plate of bone biscuits, learned from the Cow Cat that Sanhua had been forcibly taken away by wealthy relatives and was about to be married off to a Woof Kingdom fiancé she had never even met.

He heard that the fiancé was ten years older than Sanhua, a Single Dog, and a large breed!

It seems that betrothing kittens in advance is a tradition in the noble dog circles, the Corgi noted, raising an eyebrow at the coincidence with their previous topic.

Boss Sanhua is very worried because she doesn’t know what the dog’s character is like or if he’s suitable for marriage.

What kind of good dog would use an engagement from over ten years ago to blackmail a cat from a good family!

…Actually, I know this doesn’t count as cat-trafficking, and they are Boss Sanhua’s relatives, but…

The two police officers listened as the Cow Cat pleaded with them to visit the House of Ragdoll to see Sanhua and, while they were at it, investigate the fiancé’s background. The German Shepherd said, This isn’t official business. Sanhua is my friend; I am simply going to help a friend.

A-Ke added, Leave it to us!

The Cow Cat thanked them profusely and served A-Ke a cup of the shop’s most expensive coffee, then served the German Shepherd a cup of flower tea. Boss Sanhua specifically gave instructions for this.

After she left the private room, A-Ke said, Ade?

Hmm?

Aren’t you a bit too agitated?

I am not.

… A-Ke said, Why don’t you look down?

The German Shepherd snapped out of his serious contemplation and saw the bone china cup, half of which had been bitten off by him.

He fell silent for a moment. I just have a strong hatred for evil.

Right, right, right.

I will pay for it.

A-Ke said, That’s not the point. My point is, you just chewed it up and swallowed it?! Do you really not need to go to the hospital?

My stomach is very strong.

…

After leaving the gastroenterology emergency room, the German Shepherd looked up the address for the House of Ragdoll.

The Cow Cat didn’t know much about Boss Sanhua’s wealthy relatives, only that they were the kind of rich cats who had glass beads embedded even in their front gates.

Unsurprisingly, the House of Ragdoll villa was located in Mid-Levels Bay, where property prices were astronomical. It sat against the mountains facing the sea, boasting excellent scenery.

The German Shepherd felt it looked a bit familiar, but he didn’t think much of it.

After a moment of hesitation, Ade sent a message to Sanhua:

How have things been lately?

Sanhua replied with a selfie of herself wearing a white lace ruffled apron:

Not bad. I’m learning how to make braised Marrow Bones.

In the photo, Sanhua was leaning over, her pink nose lightly sniffing the bones in the pot.

The snow-white, intricate lace was tucked amidst her tri-colored fur, rising and falling gently with her breath, looking like a cream cake decorated with a bow.

The German Shepherd felt as if he could smell the fragrance of the bones, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He typed a few words into the chat app, then deleted them one by one.

Atop his head, his black ears, which had originally been perked up energetically, gradually drooped as time passed.

The German Shepherd suddenly realized that he couldn’t find a suitable reason to pay Sanhua a visit.

They were merely in a shopkeeper-customer relationship, and had only just become friends.

He silently put away his phone, silently returned to the police station, silently changed into his police uniform, silently passed by the interrogation room, silently…

A shrill curse erupted from the interrogation room: You dog lackeys, do you know who I am?

The hamster arrested half a month ago had not yet been released from the police station because he refused to plead guilty.

He stood on the interrogation table, jumping up and down as he shouted, Open your dog eyes and look! I am the 1,342nd cousin of the capital tycoon, Mouseros!

You are framing an innocent mouse, abusing cat-torture, conspiring between dogs and cats, and discriminating against the mouse race! I’ll have my cousin expose you on the television station he bought!

If you have the guts, don’t let me out, otherwise just you wait! And that meddling cat, tell him to watch his step in the future, lest he accidentally breaks all two hundred plus bones in his body, squeak squeak squeak squeak!

The German Shepherd guessed the hamster was trying to let out a villainous cackle, but his natural conditions weren’t quite up to the task—however, that wasn’t important. His black eyes lit up, and he practically sprinted back to the office to submit a report to the Director.

A few hours later, Director Mastiff received this request for action from his capable subordinate.

An innocent citizen has received death threats from a criminal group due to an act of bravery, and you, Ade, have decided to go undercover by the citizen’s side to provide close-range protection?

Having no doubt about the German Shepherd’s integrity and courage, and seeing that he chose to use his own vacation time to perform this duty, the Director signed his name without hesitation: Approved.

I guarantee the mission will be completed! The German Shepherd gave a salute.

After he left with the utmost urgency to carry out his undercover mission, the Director brewed a cup of tea and pulled up the case file on his computer to understand the ugly true face of the criminal in detail.

…

Pfft—

A few tea leaves slowly slid down the screen.

The Director glanced at the sun outside the window, wondering if he was still dreaming.

The world had truly turned upside down; a dog wanted to protect a cat from a mouse!