Daily Life of a Wealthy Woof

Chapter 1: The Puppy and the Man's First Meeting

Zuo Ning was being carried under the arms, and this open posture made him shy, wanting to curl up his legs to cover his hairless little balls. Even his still uncontrollable tail tried its best to help, but his legs were too short, his tail too thin, and its fur not yet fluffy enough. After struggling a few times to no avail, he gave up.

His bright, black eyes darted nervously from side to side, unwilling to meet the intimidating gaze of the man before him. Even if he wanted to make eye contact, the man wouldn't give him a second glance. After all, Zuo Ning was just a little puppy, a helpless creature, and to this man, a troublesome one at that.

Lu Chenghe, after reading halfway through his book, placed a bookmark inside and closed it. He looked up at his mother, who was trying to please him by holding a small puppy. His sharp and cold eyes softened slightly when they landed on the elegant woman who, despite being nearly fifty, still retained her charm.

However, when he heard his mother's request, he glanced at the fragile little creature that could easily be crushed with one hand and coldly said, without a trace of emotion, "If it's left at home, someone will naturally take care of feeding it. If you're worried, let the butler hire a professional dog trainer. When you come back, I guarantee you'll see a healthy dog."

Hearing the refusal in her son's words, Lu's mother cradled the puppy back into her arms, rubbing her well-maintained face against the puppy's soft white fur. She looked at her son with pleading eyes and said, "But if we do that, Little Pudding will become someone else's dog. Whoever treats it well, plays with it, and feeds it will be its master. Darling, please take care of it for a while. It's better for Little Pudding to recognize you as its owner rather than a servant or a dog trainer."

She lovingly stroked the puppy's fur and sighed, "Your Aunt Wenpei, though a bit strong-willed, truly loved that Wan fellow. He seemed like a good man-honest and decent-but who would have thought he had a secret child? Now that your Aunt Wenpei has divorced him and wants to travel, of course I have to accompany her. This little Pudding just arrived and hasn't even settled in yet, so I can't just leave it with the servants. Darling, could you take care of it for a while? Little Pudding is very obedient, doesn't make noise, and is really well-behaved. You don't have to do much-just play with it when you're free, feed it on time, and soon enough, it will recognize you as its master. The servants will handle the rest."

When Lu Chenghe heard the words "doesn't make noise" and "well-behaved," he skeptically glanced at the little white furball. Samoyeds, after all, had a reputation for being silly and destructive. Though they weren't as extreme as some other breeds, they were far from the quiet and obedient pet his mother described.

Before Lu's mother could further emphasize how well-behaved the puppy was, the butler knocked on the door, announcing that the car was ready to depart. With a determined heart, Lu's mother placed the puppy in her son's arms and said decisively, "I'm off to travel with your Aunt Wenpei now. If I come back and find that Little Pudding isn't close to you, or that you haven't taken good care of it, you can expect at least ten blind dates!" With that, she left, her high heels clicking as she disappeared gracefully out the door.

Zuo Ning, having heard the entire conversation, lay motionless on the man's chest, not daring to move, fearing that one wrong move would result in him being thrown out. After all, to someone like this cold and serious man, all puppies looked the same-losing one wouldn't be a big deal, and he could easily buy another. This man was so cold and distant, not even warm when speaking to his own mother, that Zuo Ning was sure he wouldn't be treated with kindness.

However, the cruel treatment he had expected never came. Zuo Ning only felt a heavy, oppressive gaze on him for about half a minute before the man grabbed the scruff of his neck, causing him to stiffen completely. Before he had time to feel nervous, he was placed on the sofa.

After lying quietly for a while without the man making another move, Zuo Ning carefully sneaked a peek. The man sat against the light, and the sunlight streaming in from the window seemed to cast a halo around him. From Zuo Ning's vantage point, looking up, the man's features were deep and chiseled, with a resemblance to the woman who had taken care of him for the past two days, though his face was much colder and more handsome.

That face, Zuo Ning thought, was probably the best-looking he had ever seen in his short twenty years of life.

Seeing that the man was engrossed in his book and paying him no attention, Zuo Ning breathed a sigh of relief. After all, having transformed from a human into a dog, he hadn't yet fully adapted. He had never owned a dog before-at most, he had teased his neighbor's-so he was still a bit clueless about how to interact with people in a dog's body. For now, it seemed safest to do nothing and stay obedient. He could figure out the rest later.

Once Zuo Ning stopped glancing around and lay quietly, Lu Chenghe, who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye, finally returned his full attention to his book. He didn't dislike dogs, but he wasn't particularly fond of them either. As long as they were quiet, he could tolerate them.

As for how Zuo Ning, who had once been human, had turned into a two-month-old puppy, Zuo Ning himself had no idea. Born into an ordinary family, his father worked on ships and was rarely home, while his mother was a homemaker. Raised by his simple, sheltered mother, Zuo Ning had grown up with a straightforward personality.

Unfortunately, this peaceful life was shattered when Zuo Ning was nineteen. His parents died in a tragic accident while traveling, leaving Zuo Ning devastated. After finally coming to terms with his grief and adjusting to living alone, he suddenly found himself transformed from human to dog.

How it had happened, Zuo Ning didn't know. If no supernatural forces were at play, he supposed he must have died. However, it didn't seem like a typical reincarnation, since when he woke up in the dog's body, he was already two months old, just recently brought home by Lu's mother. As for how he had died, Zuo Ning was clueless.

Had his parents still been alive, he would have been desperate to find a way back to them. But now, with his dearest family members gone, there was no one left for him to miss.