The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Atavism 7.0

Yu Congyue looked down to find Bai Xun staring blankly with those little button eyes, his brow furrowed as if deep in thought. He tried to read his mind, but only caught fuzzy fragments of phrases.

Things like “moved,” “wrapped around his finger,” and “private care.” He quickly rearranged and expanded these in his head; no matter how he pieced them together, the result looked like: “Because of my special care, Bai Xun seems to have been moved.”

His mood, which had been somewhat irritated by Yu Congji, instantly cleared from cloudy to sunny. If that were the case, Bai Xun’s furrowed brow could be interpreted as uncertainty regarding these newfound feelings.

Yu Congji had intended to continue his “tantrum” to seek his brother’s help, but when he looked up, he met a tender smile he had never seen before. He blinked hard in disbelief, only to find it wasn’t a hallucination.

“Brother… in all my life, when have you ever smiled at me like that?” Yu Congji clutched his chest, dramatically acting heartbroken as he pointed a finger at his brother.

Bai Xun finally snapped out of it. Turning his head, he once again felt his heart skip a beat at those beautiful eyes. His lips curled up unconsciously, and his wet nose nudged Yu Congyue’s cheek.

Yu Congyue shot a dry look at his useless younger brother on the floor before refocusing on Bai Xun, his long fingers gently kneading a thin, furry ear. “If you don’t have anything else, go back to your own place. Don’t stay here and give me a headache with your noise.”

“Wait, I actually do have something I need help with from my sister-in-law—I mean, Xiaobai!” Yu Congji sprang up like a carp, dove over the coffee table, and snatched Bai Xun from his brother’s arms. Fearing for Bai Xun’s safety, Yu Congyue had to let go, but his eyes warned his brother to return the dog immediately.

The “dog in question” felt the world spin. The next second, Yu Congji’s face was inches away. The scent of fig perfume on him was so strong that Bai Xun instinctively shrank his neck and turned his head away in resistance.

Yu Congyue stood up abruptly, stepped forward, and swatted away the hands restraining Bai Xun. His brow creased slightly. “Just talk. Why do you need to get so close?”

“Isn’t the Wooge monthly livestream the day after tomorrow? I checked—it’s his turn to supervise on-site. Xiaobai hasn’t gotten a new assistant since the contract termination, right? Look at me, I think I’m perfect for the job.” Yu Congji propped one hand on the coffee table, looking piteously at the man and dog.

Bai Xun’s head tilted as he projected himself into a webnovel scenario: a poor protagonist being harassed by a “predatory CEO” at work. The thought of a hardworking new graduate finally getting a permanent position only for it to be sabotaged made his blood boil. He bared his teeth and barked angrily at Yu Congji, which led to a fit of coughing from overexertion.

Yu Congyue always felt Bai Xun was a laid-back person with few emotional swings; he hadn’t even seen him this angry when his former company cheated him. Though he didn’t know the exact reason, he knew this was non-negotiable.

“Calm down, calm down.” He smoothed Bai Xun’s bristling fur and issued an eviction notice to Yu Congji. “No deal. Get out.”

Knowing his brother’s temperament, Yu Congji left sheepishly. Just before leaving, he slapped his forehead as if remembering something and shouted back into the living room: “Big Brother and his family are coming over next week. Dad might be coming too. You should get ready, Brother.”

“What are they coming for?” Yu Congyue was puzzled. They lived comfortably in Haicheng and rarely visited except for the New Year.

“The proposal for overseas expansion you mentioned at the Q1 shareholders’ meeting passed the probation period. Several local brands in the outer regions have clear intentions for cooperation. They’re likely coming for that.” Yu Congji threw up his hands and slipped away.

Yu Congyue recalled the revenue and market performance reports from Wooge’s overseas branches. But coming back exactly at this time… it probably wasn’t just about business.

As he pondered other possibilities, he paced the living room with Bai Xun in his arms, rhythmically patting the pup’s back to soothe his lingering anger.

His parents weren’t particularly demanding about their children’s partners. Unlike the older generation who obsessed over bloodline purity and demanded endogamy, they only required the partner to be of good moral character. Despite criticism from conservative kin, it was undeniable that their open-mindedness helped expand the family empire, which eventually shut the critics up.

Based on his mother’s attitude last time, she liked Xiaobai. That meant his father likely wouldn’t object either.

Whatever. I’ll call and ask during the day.

Bai Xun had been fuming, but the combination of physical exhaustion and Yu Congyue’s hypnotic back-patting eventually sent him into another nap. He even started “running” in his sleep, his four paws paddling the air while he let out little grumbling whines.

Yu Congyue changed into loungewear, finished replying to all his messages, patted the puppy’s head, and turned off the lights for a very healthy night’s sleep.

…

After nearly another week of recovery, Bai Xun’s condition was significantly better. He could run and jump, and despite his human side’s control, he couldn’t quite suppress the instinct to “remodel” the furniture.

However, he was smart about it—he went to Yu Congji’s house to do his shredding. After a few rounds, his anger toward the “evil CEO sabotaging the worker” plot had mostly dissipated.

On the other hand, Yu Congji would return home after a long, fruitless day of chasing Qiu You to find shredded paper towels and cushions everywhere. He suspected ghosts but never suspected Bai Xun. By focusing all his energy on “exorcism,” he had less time to bother Qiu You.

Meanwhile, Yu Congyue’s clarification video exploded. The comments were overwhelmingly positive.

“Aww, puppy! The world needs more puppies!” “Wait, he’s this small? I thought Xiaobai looked nearly 1.8m in his videos. He’s still a puppy?” “Did anyone see him trip at the end? Hahaha, a literal front roll!”

Yu Congyue scrolled through the comments while waiting for Bai Xun. He noticed a new one:

“Hey guys, insider info: Xiaobai was supposedly threatened by one of YCY’s sasaeng fans. I think that might be the ‘unavoidable factor’ mentioned.” “What? Sasaengs? That’s disgusting. They always harass whoever works with Congyue. Can we lock them up?” “Wait! I was at the local police station to renew my ID and I think I saw Xiaobai and a masked girl entering the mediation room. Oh my god…”

Yu Congyue checked the user’s IP; it wasn’t local. Since the studio staff signed NDAs, it was likely leaked by entertainment reporters. This wasn’t a bad thing, though—the comment was quickly upvoted, suppressing doubts about the “unavoidable factors” and pushing the boycott of sasaengs to a new level.

“Tell the Wooge official account to post the final livestream teaser. No rush for Xiaobai’s part, let’s take it slow,” Yu Congyue told an assistant.

Ever since the new product photos were released, the official account had been teasing a “mystery guest” for the monthly livestream. The silhouette suggested it wasn’t a human. With Yu Congyue’s repost, the hype was real. The account even offered a prize: one year of pet food and four health check-ups (redeemable for cash) for one person who guessed correctly.

The potential reward—totaling over 100,000 yuan—drew in crowds. Guesses ranged from baby mountain lions to fat cats to human toddlers in animal onesies. The few who guessed Bai Xun were buried in the sea of comments until the account admin manually found one and liked it, sparking a debate.

“No way, Xiaobai’s pet counts as Xiaobai?” “Xiaobai is a huge dude. Even if he’s a dog Beastman, he wouldn’t look like that, right?” “Hard to say. Beastmen have Atavism Month. But would he really appear in this form?”

By the time Yu Congyue’s clarification video dropped, the “Prophet” comment had hundreds of replies. The number of people registered for the livestream jumped from 14,000 to nearly 50,000.

“President Yu, Teacher Bai’s styling is ready.”

Forty minutes later, the stylist opened the door. Bai Xun hopped out, bouncing like a rabbit toward Yu Congyue.

He wore his familiar collar but with a new lake-blue knitted vest. His curly fur had been groomed, and the long hair over his eyes was trimmed, making them look even rounder.

Everyone’s hearts melted. Yu Congyue, seeing the vest matched his own tie, was highly impressed. He personally paid for a 500-yuan-per-person late-night feast for the whole team.

“Perfect. Get ready. Three, two, one, action!”