He’s a Fox Ch 91

Chapter 91

“Judging by the look on your face you’re going to tell me to keep this short again, so I’ll skip to the point.”

“Go on.”

“You’ve seen the article—Kim Kyungseok’s got a fire under his feet. He’ll try anything. If he contacts you, do not pick up.”

“…Why would I take his call?”

Even putting Hyunseok aside, Kangwoon had little to do with the wolf Kim Kyungseok. If it were his father’s side, perhaps—but this? The tiger’s baffled look asked, what kind of nonsense is that. Hyunseok looked genuinely surprised.

“Really? I heard a tiger showed up at my uncle’s business the other day. Thought it was you.”

“Not at all.”

He had been out lately, true, but never to any place that tied back to that side. If that had been the case, he’d never have introduced the kid in front of him to Amur—he would’ve just tossed his cousin into the pit personally. Thinking of the friend who had surely done just that, Kangwoon shook his head.

At his denial, Hyunseok actually smiled wider, mouth tilting at the corners as he grumbled on.

“Since he’s snagged, might as well let the whole thing collapse. But looks like he didn’t leave any smoking gun.”

“No paperwork?”

“Right. He’s claiming he just rented out the venue without knowing anything. Whatever. Failing to report it is still a problem, so it’ll stick.”

Stretching with satisfied ease, Hyunseok studied Kangwoon openly. The almighty Beom Kangwoon voluntarily walking around in human form—no matter how many times he saw it, it was still strange. Live long enough and a man really does see everything.

Entertaining an old-man’s thought, the wolf floated a guess.

“Anyway, only your family moves about with tiger heads on. Would it be Lady Taeryeong?”

“…Father hates small-time crime like this; odds are best it’s her.”

Beom Jaegwon, all machismo, clucked his tongue at this breed of offense: if one were going to be a criminal, at least do it with real scale. Petty, mean little schemes earned only contempt. Raised under that father, Kangwoon struck him off the suspect list entirely.

By Amur’s words, a “barbaric” Western tiger would never roam the East half-beast like that. Which left, naturally, the Beom family’s eldest daughter. Lately she’d been quiet—end-of-year busy, he had thought. Now he wasn’t so sure what she was up to. He sighed, picturing his older sister.

The firstborn who resembled their father had little interest in matters like trafficking when nothing touched the family—that was then. Now, with stakes and rivals at play, even Kangwoon couldn’t predict her. Corner a rat and it bites a cat; step on a worm and it writhes. Between Hyunseok’s half-tip and his own instincts, he decided security would have to tighten.

On his orders, the mansion’s surveillance ramped up that very day. To the point where, even if Yuri and Hohyun went out merely to play in the garden, two guards minimum shadowed them without fail. The only reason it didn’t end in tears was because the little princess noticed and scolded them. Otherwise, Hohyun might not have realized they were being tailed at all.

Of course, Yuri’s private cuddle-time with Doggy Oppa being interrupted made her furious. Tail puffed, face fierce, she raged—until the crocodile approached and whispered something to her. After that, she still bristled, but allowed it, grudgingly. ignorant of the living room conversation that had sparked all this, the fox could only assume something happened the day Hyunseok visited.

Life under ironclad watch proceeded. Kangwoon went to the hospital. He returned steeped in that hospital antiseptic smell, a large pill canister dangling from his hand. Unlike before, the bright yellow plastic now brimmed with vivid orange tablets.

Hohyun had waved it off—three months’ worth at once, perhaps—until lunch, when he saw the tiger take his medicine and very nearly fainted.

The number in that large palm was not normal. One, two, three… even at a glance, more than five. Given the size of each tablet, it looked enough to serve as a post-meal dessert.

No matter what it was, this was excessive. Even vitamins might cause trouble in such quantities. Intimidated by the sheer amount, the fox ventured a careful question.

“Boss.”

“Mm?”

“Do you… really have to take all that?”

Seeing those worried eyes, Kangwoon looked apologetic as he nodded. He would never fly into animal heat like a dumb beast—but the swelling of impulse was a fact. For now, it amounted to clinging and biting, little else. But winter still stretched ahead; pharmaceutical help was essential.

For predators like him, one slip in strength control could spill blood—he refused even the possibility. Hurting a small, young fox was out of the question. If need be, he’d rather fill a rice bowl with pills and eat that. Faced with the firm refusal, the fox stamped his feet in helpless frustration—but could do little more.

About a week later, with watch still strict as ever, a message arrived for Hohyun. Half-dozing on the bed while the tiger showered, he jolted at the buzz by his pillow. The sender—his second‑oldest brother, unseen in months. The fox’s face lit warmly at the overdue contact.

Tapping a reply, he pricked his ears. The water had stopped. He hopped up and hurried to the bathroom door. When it opened, he threw his arms around the tiger without a word. Unstartled, the tiger simply lifted him into an embrace.

“May I drop by home tomorrow?”

“Home?”

“Yes. My second brother is finally visiting.”

Ye Minhyun—the Ye family’s second child—had just succeeded in marrying his first love and was blissfully happy, the sort of victory planned since he was thirteen. After marveling at that, the fox remembered: Kept busy “caring for his pregnant wife,” the man hadn’t dared show his nose at the main house in over six months.

He had likely carved out only a brief window now; miss it and the next chance would be unknown. Eyes bright with hope, the fox asked. Water beaded and slid from the tiger’s hair; he’d catch a cold at this rate. As he waited for an answer, the fox reached for the towel draped over the tiger’s shoulder. He’d just begun to rub when the tiger nodded.

“You can go—on one condition. I’m coming with you.”

“Oh—does your schedule allow it?”

“Most of the urgent things are done.”

Permission granted so readily, the fox cheered and texted his brother. The thread ended with the promise of a long‑awaited reunion. Watching his fox positively glow with anticipation, the tiger quietly found his mother’s number to coordinate.

Before departure, they dropped Yuri at the main house. The way Beom Jaegwon’s face brightened at the sight of his youngest daughter—priceless. With that, all was set.

The fox keyed the address into the navigation from the passenger seat—and then simply watched the tiger drive, heart thudding. A hand’s flick at the wheel, a glance at the mirrors—somehow it all fit him like a movie still. Having been taught not to distract a driver, the fox kept silent until the tiger started conversation. Before long, the cabin swelled with mellow talk.

A bit over two hours later, a familiar house came into view. Since the visit was unannounced, the tiger chose to wait in the car. With a smiling eye‑crinkle, he waved him on. The fox stepped away reluctantly, only to be revived instantly by the scent of family soaking the entryway.

Beep. Beep‑beep. He unlocked the door and stepped in. Heads turned as one from the living room. His older sister checked the youngest and then the time, and spoke, genuinely surprised.

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