The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Heavy Counterattack

“Teacher Bai! Over here, watch out!”

The TaoMai business and field teams had arrived at the orphanage early to prepare. As Bai Xun opened the car door, a staff member ran over to greet him, her eyes glued to his heavily bandaged leg. It wasn’t until she noticed the person pushing the wheelchair that her eyes widened in shock.

The man was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, but she recognized him instantly.

Isn’t this Yu Congyue?

“Ah, is Teacher Yu here today too?” This was her first time interacting with him so closely. Her hands were shaking with excitement, but she maintained her professional decorum and began confirming the schedule.

“I’m just here as a background character today; you can ignore me,” Yu Congyue said with a gentle smile in his eyes. He skillfully locked the wheelchair, carefully lifted Bai Xun into it, and checked the filming equipment before following Lily to officially start the shoot.

“Hello everyone, long time no see! This is Xiaobai. My hiatus was mainly due to a small accident…” Bai Xun pointed the camera at his cast. “But it doesn’t matter! Today, we’ll take a new perspective for our latest Career Challenge! Let’s begin!”

The intro went smoothly on the first take.

Before he could review the footage, he heard a chorus of chirping voices. He looked up to find himself surrounded by a group of children wearing brand-new padded coats.

“Brother Xiaobai! Long time no see!” “Thank you, Brother Xiaobai and the older brothers and sisters from Tao… TaoMai for the new clothes!” “Brother Xiaobai, what happened to your leg?”

The milky voices of the younger children made Bai Xun’s heart melt. He patiently answered each one. He noticed several older children standing in the back who looked familiar—he’d seen them in the original owner’s old photos. They had grown, but their features hadn’t changed much.

He waved at them. Perhaps because they were in their self-conscious teenage years, they hovered at a distance for a while. Only when they saw Bai Xun acknowledge them did they approach with slight smiles, acting nonchalant while their eyes remained glued to his leg.

“Brother Bai, is your leg okay?” The speaker was a boy with squirrel ears. His tail stood high, and as he spoke, he inconspicuously blocked the smaller children who were trying to pounce on Bai Xun. “Just asking. Hey, don’t press on him!”

“It’s fine. I should be able to walk in a month or two.” Bai Xun patted the boy’s arm. “I feel like you’ve grown much taller. You’ve been eating well, haven’t you?”

“I guess… yeah, I eat.” The boy turned his head and rubbed the back of his neck. Seeing the Director approaching, he pursed his lips and led the younger kids away.

“Xiaobai, the home is truly grateful for your help. The children will have a much warmer winter. We couldn’t have done this without you.”

This was Bai Xun’s first time meeting the Director in person. He looked more tired and aged than in the photos. Bai Xun reached out and took the Director’s hand. The cool touch made him notice the man’s old, thin down jacket. For some reason, a pang of sorrow hit him.

“It’s what I should do. The home raised me for so many years. I’m happy to use my abilities to improve life here.”

The Director’s expression flickered with a momentary daze and surprise at Bai Xun’s words. The anomaly vanished instantly, and the Director regained his kind smile, looking at Yu Congyue behind him. “Is this a staff member too? He looks familiar.”

“Ah, no—”

“Yes, I am ‘Little Yu,’ responsible for protecting Teacher Bai today. Thank you for your hard work, Director.”

Yu Congyue cut in before Bai Xun could explain. The Director nodded. “Today we’ve arranged some light tasks for you. One is helping the procurement team register the accounts, and the other… Please follow me here.”

They entered a secluded classroom. Bai Xun saw several children playing quietly with toys. It was obvious that their bodies were, to varying degrees, disabled.

The Director sighed and lowered his voice. “These children have difficulty moving and can’t participate in outdoor activities. They saw your videos and think you’re amazing. They wanted to meet you, so we arranged a segment for you to draw with them or read picture books. Is that okay, Xiaobai?”

“Of course. I love playing with kids.” Bai Xun’s eyes softened. Having spent just two weeks in a wheelchair, he had already felt the immense inconvenience and the psychological pressure. He accepted the task without hesitation.

The Director still looked like he wanted to say something, but he merely patted Bai Xun’s shoulder and started the day’s “work.”

The other teachers were delighted to see Bai Xun. Through chatting, he learned many stories about the original owner. The words “kind” and “introverted” appeared in almost every memory.

“Oh, Xun-er used to be so shy, but we always knew you were a good boy. We’re so happy you’re doing well now.” A logistics teacher showed him well-preserved old photos while labeling new appliances.

Bai Xun took them carefully, and Yu Congyue leaned in to look. In every photo, the original owner avoided the camera, clutching his hem and looking down shyly, though his smile was genuine.

“Conditions were tougher back then. You always wanted to give the best things to the younger kids, even though you wanted them too,” the teacher whispered, wiping the corner of her eye with the back of her hand. “What child doesn’t want nice things? Looking at your diaries back then, the teachers felt so…”

Diary?

This reminded him of the locked diary at home. He had tried to crack the four-digit code—testing birthdays and dates from photos—but nothing worked. He’d forgotten about it in the recent chaos, but it seemed he needed to investigate it again.

Bai Xun continued organizing materials while subtly asking about the orphanage. The teachers, thinking it was for the video, answered in great detail, saving him a lot of trouble.

Yu Congyue remained quiet throughout, listening intently while appearing to check work messages. Whenever a story about Bai Xun’s past came up, his gaze would drift to the photo album on the table.

Because Bai Xun had done similar work during his internship, he handled the records with ease. In two hours, a year’s worth of logs was processed. At lunchtime, they went to the canteen to experience serving food. When the kids went for their naps, Bai Xun noticed Yu Congyue had already prepared a tray for him.

He took one bite and realized the taste was very familiar.

“Brother, did the Auntie from home make this?” Bai Xun whispered as people bustled around.

“You can tell? It seems her efforts have been recognized by a certain observant puppy.” Yu Congyue brought over medicine and a thermos from the car. After supervising Bai Xun’s meds, he peeled an orange for him. “The main meal is from the Yu Group canteen, but I had Auntie make you something special.”

“I see…” Bai Xun pushed the small pot of seaweed and rib soup toward Yu Congyue. “Brother, you’ve been busy all morning. You have some first.”

“I’ll eat later. You have to interact with the kids soon, right? I’ll eat then.” Yu Congyue checked his watch and the group schedule. “Time is tight. You have about forty minutes. Eat quickly and then take a short nap.”

“Okay, but this soup is great. I’ll leave half for you.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind sharing. You drink; I’ll finish the rest,” Yu Congyue urged. Bai Xun finished quickly and napped in the back seat of the car.

Perhaps because the new heaters made the room cozy, the 45-minute nap stretched into an hour and a half. The teachers didn’t wake them, seeing how soundly the children and Bai Xun were sleeping.

Yu Congyue was happy to let him rest. It wasn’t until the sky turned gray and raindrops drummed against the glass that Bai Xun woke up. He realized the time and nearly jumped out of the car in a panic.

“Take it slow. The kids slept late too; they just woke up.”

Yu Congyue put away his tablet, stepped out into the rain, and securely lifted Bai Xun into the wheelchair to wheel him to the activity room. The children cheered the moment they saw him.

“Okay kids, Brother Xiaobai’s leg is hurt, so we must be careful not to press on it. Can we do that?” After a resounding “Yes!” from the children, the teachers wheeled him inside.

Yu Congyue intended to wait outside, but a call from Tracy came in. He sent Bai Xun a quick message and, still worried, found Fu Yu to ask her to keep an eye on him before finding a quiet spot to join the meeting.

Bai Xun saw the message and felt a fleeting sense of disappointment when he saw Fu Yu standing where Yu Congyue had been. He shook it off and focused on finding a picture book. Just as he was about to start a story, a bright orange figure appeared at the door—a fox beastman.

The man seemed to know Fu Yu. After a warm greeting, he walked in. His movement stiffened for a second when he saw Bai Xun’s face. He walked over carefully, frowning when he saw Bai Xun’s confused expression.

The children clearly knew him, shouting “Brother Little Orange!” as they surrounded the two of them.

Little Orange?

Bai Xun tried a tentative greeting: “Little Orange?”

The man’s eyes lit up. He suddenly crouched down and gripped Bai Xun’s hands tightly—so fast that Bai Xun couldn’t react. “Are you not angry anymore?”

At the contact, a shiver ran through Bai Xun. He instinctively yanked his hands back, a nameless wave of nausea making him feel faint. He took several deep breaths to suppress the sensation. Seeing the man’s hurt expression, he stammered, “Haha… sorry, I just reacted a bit strongly.”

“Axun, you’re still mad at me.” ‘Little Orange’ lowered his eyes, but his expression neutralized instantly as he began playing with the children as if nothing had happened.

The activity proceeded peacefully, though Bai Xun felt a persistent, inexplicable unease. When it was time to end, the children clung to them, asking when they would meet again.

After finally soothing them, ‘Little Orange’ naturally pushed Bai Xun’s wheelchair out of the classroom. Fu Yu had just finished her work. Seeing them, she tapped her head as if remembering something.

“I forgot to introduce you. Xiaobai, this is Cheng Yi’er. He’s the spokesperson for TaoMai’s Winter Charity season and one of our shareholders. Part of the renovation budget came from him. Yi’er, this is Bai—”

“Axun and I are old acquaintances. Don’t worry,” Cheng Yi’er said with a smile, leaning down to naturally drape an arm around Bai Xun’s shoulder in an intimate gesture.

Fu Yu looked at the two skeptically, as they didn’t seem particularly close.

“We’ve known each other for nearly twenty years. Look.” Cheng Yi’er stood up and showed her an old photo. After comparing it, Fu Yu felt reassured. “Then I’ll leave him in your care. I need to follow up on some appliances that haven’t arrived yet.”

Bai Xun watched Fu Yu walk away, unsure of what the relationship between the original owner and Cheng Yi’er actually was. Since the filming was done, he let the man wheel him around the home.

They wandered until they reached a stairwell. Suddenly, Cheng Yi’er stopped. He moved to the front of the wheelchair and crouched down, his hands covering Bai Xun’s knees. There was an obsessive look in his eyes that made Bai Xun’s skin crawl.

“Axun, I know you still blame me for that matter, but I had no choice.” Cheng Yi’er’s voice was extremely low. In the dim light, the atmosphere felt like a horror movie.

Something is very wrong. I need to leave.

Bai Xun muttered “I don’t remember” and “It’s all in the past,” trying to turn the wheelchair. But Cheng Yi’er’s hands clamped onto the armrests, pinning him into the corner.

“How can it just be in the past, Axun?” Cheng Yi’er spoke slowly, his dark eyes locked onto Bai Xun like a predator. “I’m happy you’re doing well. My Axun has improved.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go, now.” Bai Xun tried to stay calm, pushing Cheng Yi’er away. But when he met those eyes—cold and slimy like algae in a dark ditch—his strength failed. Brief images flashed through his mind, too fast to grasp. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Bai Xun was now 100% certain: this person had done something to the original owner. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have such a violent physiological reaction.

“Leave? You can leave whenever you want.” Cheng Yi’er spoke expressionlessly, yet he showed no sign of letting go. “Axun, you said it yourself. Why did you break your word first?”

His palms slid up from Bai Xun’s knees inch by inch, his body leaning closer. Bai Xun could feel the nauseating warmth of the man’s breath on his neck.

“Get away from me! I don’t know you! Help! Let go… mmph!” Bai Xun held his breath and pushed him hard. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth from behind.

At this point, Bai Xun didn’t care about anything else. He grabbed Cheng Yi’er’s wrist and bit down hard on the palm covering his mouth. Even as the metallic taste of blood hit his tongue, the man didn’t let go.

Is this guy insane? Does he not feel pain?

Bai Xun’s heart was racing. His smartwatch vibrated with a high-heart-rate alert. Then, he heard Cheng Yi’er laugh.

“Axun, you’re still the same. You bite whenever you’re unhappy.”

Dammit, he really is a maniac.

The tension made Bai Xun’s breathing increasingly shallow. The intense smell of orange blossom on the man made his head spin with nausea.

Suddenly, he heard rapid footsteps and a sharp, urgent cry: “Xiaobai!”

In the next instant, he saw Cheng Yi’er sent crashing to the ground by a heavy punch.

The tension in Bai Xun’s body snapped. The phone he had been hiding behind his back clattered to the floor.

“Ah… Brother, you’re here…”

Then, everything went black.