The Child Raised by a Golden Retriever Boy-Mom - Chapter 1

The air inside the Omega Fusion Reformation Factory was humid, and the overcast weather brought a bone-chilling cold.

A sturdy, blonde Omega stood out exceptionally among the crowd. His muscles were full and tight, stretching an ill-fitting, thin white T-shirt until it was deformed, revealing the hue of the skin beneath the fabric. Most Omegas around him were slender, but he alone possessed a robust physique.

Perhaps due to his Golden Retriever genes, no one could tell he was merely a fifteen-year-old youth; he looked more like a tall, grown man.

“Feng You, help me nurse that little kitten Omega. He has been crying nonstop,” a factory staff member called out.

“Okay,” Feng You replied.

Feng You stood up and scooped the young white cat Omega out of a crude crib. He skillfully patted the kitten’s tiny body, letting the little cat lean against his soft pectoral muscles.

“Don’t cry, little kitty. Food is coming right now,” he coaxed softly. He rocked the kitten gently with one arm while skillfully preparing the formula and shaking the warm bottle with the other hand.

The kitten Omega clutched the bottle and began to drink, finally quieting down. He stared with jewel-like blue eyes at the gently smiling man. Reaching out a small hand, he grabbed a drooping Golden Retriever ear from the blonde hair. Finding the dog ear soft to the touch, the kitten broke into a smile despite the tear stains still on his face.

“How did our little kitty get milk everywhere?” Feng You asked. He cradled the kitten, swaying as he comforted him, and used a tissue to wipe the milk stains from the corner of the kitten’s mouth.

His powerful arms encircled the kitten’s tiny body, while his drooping Golden Retriever ears remained gripped in the kitten’s hand. Feng You was not annoyed; he lowered his head to let the cat play with his ears while his own fingers teased the kitten’s ears, which were still covered in fine, downy fur.

A gentle smile appeared on his face as he pursed his lips to make a funny face, making the kitten laugh. The little white cat Omega was clearly an unfinished product. He was weaker than a typical human infant, with a thin layer of silver fuzz on his cheeks like a newborn kitten. A circular wooden tag hung around his neck, with the number 09 crudely carved into it.

The kitten uttered indistinct syllables, grinning at Feng You’s coaxing even as tears still clung to the corners of his eyes. Once the kitten was full and sleepy, Feng You placed him back in the crib and carefully tucked in the quilt.

“Feng You, over here! Change this little Omega’s diaper.” “Feng You! That kitten is awake and crying again; give him a hug.” “Feng You!”

Feng You spun around the room like a top. When he finally had a moment to rest, he was so exhausted that he collapsed directly onto the floor, sitting on his own Golden Retriever tail. He rubbed his aching arms. His relaxed bicep muscles were so soft they deformed like dough under his touch.

A young snake-hatchling Omega, dragging a tail behind him, walked to Feng You’s side and sat down with a plop. A cold hand patted his arm.

“Mama, hug.”

The snake-hatchling’s speech was unclear. When he called Feng You, it sounded more like two “ah” sounds. He was in poor health and developmentally delayed; even at seven years old, he was still tiny.

Feng You tilted his head and rubbed the small head, his finger scratching the tiny, reflective snake scales on the boy’s cheek. He hooked his arm around the little one’s shoulder and pulled him toward his chest.

“Come here.”

The snake-hatchling’s body was very cold, only slowly warming to a human temperature as he leaned against Feng You. The little one’s snake tail coiled around Feng You’s arm, dark cyan scales wrapping round and round, before quietly tightening. The tail sank into Feng You’s arm, dividing the muscle into several segments.

Startled by the heat of Feng You’s body temperature, the little one fussed and whimpered, crying softly in his arms.

“You little fellow,” Feng You smiled helplessly, unwinding the snake tail from his arm loop by loop and straightening the little snake-hatchling’s body. He patted the boy’s head and said earnestly, “Little Seven, you are a snake. Cold-blooded animals should not always try to crawl into people’s arms.”

Little Seven stood before Feng You, picking up his own tail to hold it in his arms. The tail was coiled in layers, draped over the boy’s small arms. He stood there sobbing, his body shaking with every breath.

“Mama, want hug.”

Feng You leaned in, pinching the snake-hatchling’s chubby face and brushing the back of his hand against the tear-wet scales. “Okay, okay, do not cry. Your eyes are all red.”

He looked around but could not find any toys in the empty space. The factory would not bother providing entertainment for the little Omegas; keeping them fed was considered enough. The hired staff only cared about keeping them alive and never considered their emotional needs.

Among everyone, only Feng You would go to great lengths to play with the children.

Feng You held the little one’s hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of it to warm the small, underdeveloped hand. “Stop crying, Little Seven. How about I let you play with my puppy tail?”

He turned slightly, and the golden dog tail behind him curled upward into a small hook.

“Tail!” Little Seven mimicked Feng You. He spoke haltingly, but his voice rose with excitement. He raised his arms, and his own chubby snake tail blocked his small face. “I have a tail, Mama.”

Feng You rubbed his head and responded patiently, “Does my good boy want to trade tails with me?”

“Yes! Tail!”

Feng You took the snake tail and turned his back to the little snake-hatchling. “Okay, then I will give you the puppy tail too.”

The dog tail was covered in thick, long golden fur; when it stood up, it curved inward and wagged from side to side. Little Seven seemed to have found a toy that satisfied his hunting instincts, swatting at the Golden Retriever tail with both hands. He ruffled the golden fur until it shook wildly. Getting caught up in the fun, he stood up and pounced on the tail.

Feng You turned his head slightly. Seeing the smile on the child’s face, he could not help but smile too. He braced his hands on the ground, intentionally wagging his tail to tease the child. The little snake tail resting on his lap also flickered with excitement, occasionally slapping against his knee. Fortunately, the child’s strength was small, so it did not hurt.

Feng You had grown used to this life. Since he was very young, he had been looking after these young fusion-type Omegas. He had been different from other Omegas since childhood. His Golden Retriever traits became more pronounced with age, and he developed sturdy muscles that an Omega should not have.

His excellent physical fitness and robust body made him unique in the factory, making it unlikely for anyone to choose to adopt or buy him. He accepted this fact with equanimity and found his place working within the facility.

Feng You was very good at this job. Perhaps it was his soft, warm embrace, or the gentle temperament of a Golden Retriever, but he was very popular with the little ones. They began calling him “Golden Retriever Mommy” one after another, and eventually, the name grew on him.

At fifteen, he had become the “Golden Retriever Mommy” here. For every fusion-type Omega, the factory consisted only of dark, damp rooms and cold walls. Only the Golden Retriever Mommy’s gentle smile and warm, soft embrace provided the sole comfort.

“Feng You, come to my office.”

The factory director appeared unexpectedly and called Feng You away from his work. The office was warm and bright. The hot air from the air conditioner soon made Feng You sweat. The sudden change from cold to heat made his nose itch, and he sneezed several times in succession.

“Change your clothes.” The director brought over a brand-new suit.

The clothes were “one size fits all,” which was not Feng You’s size. He pulled on the white shirt. It was so tight he could not fasten the buttons, and the shoulders were strained to the point of risking a burst seam.

Feng You shared an awkward look with the director, then forced the buttons closed under the other man’s annoyed gaze. The brand-new shirt was stretched out of shape, straining across his chest and revealing skin beneath the fabric. The sleeves gripped his shoulders so tightly he could not raise his arms. He looked less presentable than he did in his original hoodie.

“What a hassle.” The director scratched his head and had someone bring a large-sized casual T-shirt.

When Feng You put on the cream-colored T-shirt, he looked even less aggressive, as if a soft-focus filter had been placed over him. He was forced to turn around by the director, who finally offered a satisfied compliment.

“This is good. This will definitely meet the employer’s requirements.”

The director gave Feng You many stern instructions, which eventually boiled down to one sentence: “Be sharp later. Do not mess this up; this is a very rare opportunity.”

Even Feng You was curious about this mysterious employer. They waited in the reception parlor for a long time before seeing an Omega man dressed in jewels and finery walk in. The man waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards behind him to hand over a human infant.

While Feng You was still dazed, the director nudged his arm, signaling him to step forward. Just as he took the human infant into his arms, the child, sensing a stranger, suddenly burst into a loud cry.

Before Feng You could react, the infant opened his mouth and bit down directly on his chest. The teething child had a strong bite, sucking with all his might as if nursing. The pain made Feng You’s vision go white for a second, and his Golden Retriever tail stood straight up. Feng You frowned deeply, yet he did not instinctively defend himself in a way that would hurt the child.

He bowed slightly from the pain, but even being bitten for the first time, he kept the child cradled in his arms. Realizing he had not successfully obtained milk to satisfy his hunger, the child immediately began to wail.

The Omega employer, irritated by the crying, lost his temper instantly and barked, “So annoying! What are you crying for? All you do is cry all day.” He turned to the bodyguard. “This brat has a father to sire him but no father to raise him. Where are the sleeping pills? Why are you standing there? Stuff them in his mouth!”

“Sleeping pills?”

Feng You was shocked. He instinctively shielded the child in his arms, his palm gently patting the boy’s back to soothe him. He turned and urgently protested, “How can you give adult sleeping pills to such a small child? He is just hungry. I have a bottle over there; I will go feed him.”

The child biting his chest was surely mistaking him for a mother to nurse from; there was no malice.

Feng You ran all the way back to the pantry. He skillfully prepared the warm water and formula with one hand while softly coaxing the restless, hungry child in his arms. He could no longer worry about the pain in the left side of his chest; he only felt that after the run, his heart was beating very fast and would not calm down.

Holding the warm bottle, the little boy drank milk vigorously. His bright eyes stared unblinkingly at this stranger, a trace of tears still in the corners of his eyes.

Feng You breathed a sigh of relief, his finger brushing away the child’s tears as he patted the round head that had not yet grown full hair. As he calmed down, he finally felt the sharp pain in his chest.

“How could they give such a small child sleeping pills? These lunatics.”

The big Golden Retriever’s gaze toward the little boy held a hint of pity.