HLM -Chapter 1417 Not Wearing Clothes

Adrian made a phone call. His colleagues rented a car and brought two suitcases over. Then Wang Bo took them to the animal farm, where all the fur kids were.

Zhuang Ding and the Fat Cat brothers were roughhousing, three of them sprinting wildly together, chasing each other and suddenly swiping at one another—playing with full-on enthusiasm.

Princess was begging visitors for treats. A little girl had a cotton candy in her hand. Princess picked up a black twig from the grass and placed it down; she then laid on it, looking exactly like the cotton candy in the girl’s hand.

Seeing this, the little girl giggled and squatted down, offering her cotton candy to Princess.

Princess immediately jumped up, swinging her fluffy tail, happily tearing at the cotton candy. Her little eyes squinted into joyful slits.

Seeing Wang Bo, Zhuang Ding and Little Wang ran over excitedly. Princess, however, snatched the cotton candy and ran toward them with it in her mouth.

The little girl shouted, “Kitty, that’s my candy!”

Princess glanced back and gave her a disdainful, cold smile: Who are you calling a kitty? Who are you calling a kitty? Go find a kitty to ask for your candy. What, don’t like it? My dad’s here—don’t like it? Go fight him!

“Wow, what an adorable bunch of little ones,” Adrian complimented.

Wang Bo patted his forehead and said, “What you’re seeing is just an illusion. None of these little brats are easy to get along with!”

The suitcases were opened to reveal neatly arranged clothing and accessories.

Zhuang Ding came over, curiously glancing inside, and saw a golden crown. He reached out a paw to touch it.

Wang Bo glared at him. “Is this yours? Who told you to touch it?”

Zhuang Ding licked his lips and sat down sulkily next to him, no longer looking at the suitcase.

Adrian took out the crown. “This is for your liger. It’s the king of nature; it should wear a crown.”

“King of nature?” Wang Bo looked at Little Wang skeptically.

Little Wang, seeing a stranger, hid behind Wang Bo and peeked out cautiously. When the stranger looked at him, he quickly pulled his head back.

Seeing this, Adrian laughed. “I read an introduction about your liger in a magazine. It’s a shy, timid little guy, isn’t it?”

“One time, we were watching Jurassic Park. When a dinosaur appeared, this kid got so scared he wet himself. At that point, it wasn’t just shyness—whether he even has courage is hard to say,” Wang Bo laughed.

“That’s just too adorable.”

Wang Bo pulled Little Wang over and placed the crown on his head. The crown had straps to secure it.

At first, Little Wang was obedient, but once it was on, he shook his head violently, trying to fling the crown off.

Wang Bo understood completely—animals are naturally free and don’t like wearing things on their bodies.

So he didn’t scold Little Wang. Instead, he ran over, hugged him, and said, “Come on, little buddy, don’t shake it off. Just try it on, alright? You’re not wearing it forever.”

Little Wang: “Awooo!”

He continued shaking his head, trying to throw the crown.

Wang Bo’s patience immediately went through the roof. He gave Little Wang a light slap on the rear: “Want a spanking? No? Then sit still like a good boy!”

Little Wang sat down miserably. Zhuang Ding looked at him disdainfully. What a fool!

Zhuang Ding had a hat—a very proper gentleman’s hat. Once Wang Bo put it on, Zhuang Ding sat confidently, then tossed his head back and clawed at it with his hind legs.

Easily, the hat was scratched off. Little Wang imitated him and quickly lifted his back legs too.

Wang Bo, holding Er Pang to dress him, saw this scene and casually tossed him: “Don’t move!”

Er Pang looked bewildered: “Wuwu, wuwu!”

Wang Bo awkwardly rushed to pick Er Pang back up, smiling wryly. “Dad got you all confused. Come on, little one, don’t be stunned—smile for me.”

The outfits were all roughly similar, mostly suits. Short-legged ones got bow ties, Zhuang Ding and the others wore ties, Little Wang looked best in his crown and cape.

None of them wanted to wear these things, especially the cats like Fat Cat and Princess. They hated it; as soon as the clothing touched their fur, they cried unhappily.

Wang Bo pointed at them: “Behave. Today is just for trying them on. But given your uncooperative attitude, from now on, you’ll have to wear them for a bit each day to get used to it.”

Little Wang: “Awooo!”

Fat Cat: “Wuwu!”

Zhuang Ding and Princess: “Woof woof woof!”

Commander opened his mouth: “Ah, no…clothes, ah…so silly.”

Wang Bo is a tyrant—whether they like it or not, he chuckled and scooped up the commander, putting clothes on him. He pulled out the wings, straightened the tail, and tossed him outside: “Come on, fly for me.”

Clothed, the commander struggled to fly, flapping and wobbling, before finally “splat” landing on the grass.

Wang Bo waved kindly: “Commander, don’t like wearing clothes?”

Commander shouted: “Ah, no…clothes, ah, no…clothes.”

“You don’t dislike it—you’re just not used to it. From now on, two hours a day. Once you get used to it, you’ll never want to take it off.”

Commander couldn’t understand such complicated words. He blinked his little eyes, sensing trouble, and hopped around grumbling.

The Fat Cat brothers’ suits were a bit tight, while Princess’ dress was slightly loose.

Adrian observed, “We assumed lynxes have long fur. Didn’t expect it to be this short. And we overestimated the snow fox’s fur length. No problem, it can be adjusted.”

Wang Bo nodded. “Alright, have your team measure and make it fit better.”

The Fat Cat brothers were too chubby; the suits looked a bit awkward.

The designer hesitated: “Should we switch to denim? Some cats look good in denim, especially if they’re chubby—it’s slimming.”

Wang Bo shook his head. “No, I’ll have them slim down. By the way, do you know about Chinese Tang suits? I think you could design a Tang suit for them. Chubby people look cool in Tang suits; maybe cats will too.”

Er Pang scratched his neck hard. The collar pinched him, and the bow tie irritated him even more—he couldn’t stand it.

Little Wang quickly got used to the crown and cape. Running made the cape fly in the wind, which he seemed to find fun. He ran back and forth, making the cape flap wildly.

Seeing this, Adrian said, “Looks like your liger enjoys dressing up. We can have makeup artists style him and add some armor-like designs to his outfit later.”

Wang Bo nodded. Little Wang was still running around blissfully, unaware of what awaited him.