Chapter 2 : Chen Mo, Are You a Dog?

At just 20 years old, Song Zhiyi got married young, tying the knot late last year. A college junior at the time, she’s only been married for half a year.

But why is it that men can remain youthful forever?

As for Song Zhiyi? She’s determined to stay a girl at heart for life!

“Are you hurt?” Chen Mo asked, his deep, penetrating eyes sweeping over her.

“…” Song Zhiyi gently shook her head.

“Wait a minute!” The tattooed, bald man raised his hand in urgency, pointing at Song Zhiyi. “She’s innocent? Look at my backside—it’s got her footprints on it!”

A moment ago, he had exchanged a few moves with this girl. Innocent? She was no naive schoolgirl—more like a street-smart little delinquent!

And honestly…

Just by looking at her, you’d think she was a bad-tempered wife!

Chen Mo’s gaze shifted, and he grabbed the man’s wrist in one swift motion. With a forceful twist, he had the man kneeling on the ground.

“Argh! Argh!”

“You’re still acting tough in custody?” Chen Mo towered over him, a flash of anger flickering in his eyes.

“Hurts! Hurts! I give up! I’m sorry!” The man was drenched in sweat, begging for mercy on his knees.

Note to self: never challenge a cop’s authority.

Chen Mo released his grip, and the man quickly scurried behind the other officers, clutching his hand and whimpering in embarrassment. His tattoos had never been more humiliated.

Poor guy…

“Come here and give your statement,” Chen Mo said to Song Zhiyi.

“Oh.” Song Zhiyi obediently followed Chen Mo into the interrogation room.

Chen Mo didn’t bring anyone else in. After pouring her a glass of water, he sat across from her and opened his notebook.

“Name.”

“Song Zhiyi.”

“Marital status.”

“Married.”

“Spouse’s name.”

“…” Song Zhiyi paused slightly, her hand tightening around the glass. Then she raised her head, her cat-like eyes flashing with a hint of confusion. Her voice was soft, hesitant. “Am I allowed to say that?”

Chen Mo’s long, well-defined fingers tapped lightly on his notebook. “Why not?”

Song Zhiyi bit her lip, glanced at him, and murmured quietly, “Chen Mo.”

The man across from her didn’t move. Song Zhiyi noticed he hadn’t even written it down.

Was he messing with her?

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Chen Mo’s lips. He continued, “Address.”

“Your house!” Song Zhiyi snapped, exasperated.

He already knew all her personal details, yet he still had to ask? Clearly, he was doing this on purpose!

“If you don’t cooperate with the police, I won’t let you go home.”

“…”

Who’s the dog here—you or me?

Song Zhiyi glanced at the clock. It was already 10 p.m.

Fine, she’d give in.

The rest of the process went much faster. By 10:30, the two of them walked out of the interrogation room. The young officer from earlier was still there.

“Captain Chen,” the officer said, “that guy refuses to confess. Should we detain him for now and deal with him tomorrow?”

“Hmm.”

“And what about this young lady?” The officer glanced at Song Zhiyi, who looked a bit anxious. “Shall I take her home?”

“It’s fine. We’re heading the same way.”

“Oh…”

The officer stood at the door, watching as Song Zhiyi skillfully opened the passenger door of Chen Mo’s SUV and got in, looking rather eager.

Huh?

This girl sure acted like she owned the place.

…

By the time Chen Mo drove into the military compound, it was already past 11 p.m. Song Zhiyi unlocked the door and headed straight for the fridge.

Today was her birthday. She had specially bought a small cake, hoping to celebrate it with Chen Mo.

But after being caught up in that incident with the bald guy, then spending ages at the police station giving her statement, she had wasted so much time.

“Song Zhiyi.” Chen Mo grabbed her wrist.

“Hmm?” Song Zhiyi was eager to grab the little cake.

Chen Mo pulled her over to the corner of the room and made her stand still.

Song Zhiyi rarely saw Chen Mo with such a serious expression. For a moment, she was stunned, standing before him as obediently as a little kitten.

“I remember telling you to call me first when you’re in danger, didn’t I?”

Standing at 190 cm, Chen Mo had a well-built, athletic figure from years of training. Right now, standing in front of Song Zhiyi, his commanding presence as a soldier was on full display.

“Y-yes, you did,” Song Zhiyi nodded hesitantly.

When Chen Mo wasn’t wearing his uniform, he could look a bit intimidating—like one of those rebellious school bullies who would pick a fight without warning.

“Then why did you get into a fight with him?”

Provoking someone like that was of no benefit to a young girl, especially someone as pretty as Song Zhiyi.

“But you taught me self-defense…” Song Zhiyi had just wanted to end things quickly. It wasn’t worth letting some scumbag ruin her birthday. She hadn’t expected the police to show up.

“What if there were more of them?”

“…”

“How many people do you think you can take on? The more you resist, the more it excites the attacker.”

“…” Song Zhiyi opened her mouth but couldn’t refute him. What kind of outrageous logic is this?!

She got it now!

Chen Mo was just here to settle accounts after the fact!

Even though she felt wronged, she admitted that she had been reckless.

Song Zhiyi glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 11:30. She lowered her head and said, “I’m sorry… I won’t do it again.”

She apologized sincerely. Now could she go get her cake?

“You realize your mistake?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Song Zhiyi nodded quickly.

“Good. Then your punishment is to stand at attention for one hour. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

Song Zhiyi: “???”

Are you serious, dude?

If she stood for an hour, it would be past midnight!

“Time starts now.”

Seeing him standing there, completely serious, she gritted her teeth and angrily muttered, “Chen Mo, are you a dog?”

The little girl wasn’t good at insults. The moment she said it, her face turned red.

“I’ve taught you how to stand at attention too. Do it properly,” Chen Mo said as he turned and walked into his study.

The living room fell silent.

“…”

Good grief. She had been so excited to come back and celebrate her birthday with her husband, and now he was making her stand at attention?

Song Zhiyi’s temper flared as she stood facing the wall, scratching at a tiny black speck on it.

Then, she realized something heartbreaking—Chen Mo didn’t even remember it was her birthday…

Fine. He could forget about eating any of the cake in the fridge!

At 11:50 PM, Chen Mo emerged from the study, holding a small square box.

He saw Song Zhiyi curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. With a sigh, he gently lifted her and carried her to her room.

“Dog…”

“What?” Chen Mo leaned closer to her lips, unsure of what she had just muttered. Did she want a puppy?

“Chen Mo… good dog.”

Chen Mo: “…”

This little girl, with her delicate beauty, had always attracted unwanted attention. Teaching her self-defense was meant to help her escape danger—not to pick fights.

Chen Mo tucked her in carefully, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

Then he took a small box from his pocket and placed it on her bedside table. “Zhizhi, happy birthday.”

The Doraemon alarm clock on the table read: 11:59 PM.