Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: A Debt Too Heavy to Accept

Rong Ye, who had been quietly observing the whole scene like a wronged husband at a marketplace, finally snapped.

Why—just why—was Han Jue out here securing a full wolf army, while he, a proud and handsome fox, had zero cubs to his glorious name?!

"Lan Lan..." he began, his tone dripping with grievance, "you can’t be this biased toward that stinky wolf. He doesn’t even want that many cubs..."

He placed a dramatic hand on his chest, looking utterly heartbroken.

"But I do!"

Before she could respond, Rong Ye suddenly puffed up with pride, raising both hands and wiggling all ten fingers like he was making the deal of a lifetime.

"How about this?" he said shamelessly, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You give me ten cubs."

As if that wasn’t outrageous enough, his two fluffy fox tails swished behind him, and he even let out a playful little howl...completely ignoring how ridiculous he looked.

Then, leaning in slightly, he gave her a cheeky grin.

"Come on, Lan Lan... don’t you think I deserve at least that much?"

The room went completely silent for a full second.

Su Qinglan, who had been crying her heart out just moments ago, slowly stopped... sniffed... and turned to look at Rong Ye.

Her mouth literally fell open.

Just like that, all her grief packed its bags and left...replaced entirely by pure, bone-deep exhaustion at this man’s shamelessness.

"Ten?!" she snapped, her voice caught somewhere between a laugh and a scolding.

She pointed at him like an angry teacher catching a student cheating.

"Rong Ye, if you want ten cubs, then go give birth to them yourself! Do I look like a factory to you?!"

Rong Ye blinked, clearly not expecting to be attacked like this.

The other husbands, however, collectively let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Ah... there she was.

Their feisty, terrifying, sharp-tongued Lan Lan had returned.

The gloomy shadows from earlier still lingered in the corners of the room, but as the argument over the completely ridiculous "cub quota" began, warmth slowly crept back in.

It finally... felt like home again.

Meanwhile...

The three little cubs were bouncing all over the place like hyperactive popcorn, completely hyped by the chaos.

"Beat! Beat! Beat!"

"Mom, spank Father Rong Ye!!"

They growled in their adorable, broken cub language, tiny paws waving in the air as if cheering for a grand battlefield victory.

Rong Ye: betrayed by his own children, whom he fed milk daily.

He hadn’t said a single word since she woke up. He just watched the chaotic, emotional reunions, the crying, and the sudden bickering over how many cubs each husband wanted. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

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