Jian Xun couldn’t remember what happened next.

He only remembered fighting off his sleepiness and going to the front desk to pay.

After all, he’d said he would treat me, and if he fell asleep, the meal wouldn’t count.

Jian Xun patted his cheeks, shook his head, and blinked hard to hold back the sleepy tears. He said to the cashier, “Hello, checkout for private room 207.”

The cashier smiled. “Please wait.”

“The total is 1,200 yuan. Rounded down, 1,000 yuan.”

Jian Xun’s eyes widened. So expensive!

“Card.” Shang Xuci pulled out a card.

Jian Xun quickly stopped him, glaring unhappily. “It’s my treat! I have money!”

He pushed down Shang Xuci’s hand and pulled out a black, fluffy wallet from his pocket. The wallet was embroidered with a white cat head, adding a touch of cuteness.

Unzipping it, Jian Xun revealed a few crisp red banknotes, a wad of worn notes, and a handful of coins.

He carefully unfolded the bills one by one, stroking and counting them with focused precision, making sure he didn’t miss a single one.

“Here you go.” He stacked the counted money neatly and placed it on the counter. His eyes stayed fixed on the cashier as they counted it again. Once he was sure it was correct, Jian Xun neatly folded the remaining bills, tucked them into his wallet, and slipped it back into his pocket.

Shang Xuci noticed how Jian Xun treated money like it was his most precious possession, and he lowered his head, wondering if he had underpaid him.

On the way home, Jian Xun couldn’t resist the drowsiness in the back seat. He leaned against Shang Xuci’s shoulder and drifted into a deep sleep.

The next day—

Jian Xun stretched, his body expanding and lengthening in an incredible way.

He looked down and saw snow-white paws. Then he looked again and saw a strong, broad chest beneath him. His paws pressed against a hard jaw.

“Meow?”

How had he turned into a cat? And why was he lying on the boss?

Jian Xun recalled last night’s events, but his mind was blank. He only remembered paying the bill and getting into the car with Shang Xuci to go home.

And… the boss seemed to have asked him if he liked him. What exactly did Shang Xuci say?

The big white cat covered its face, unable to remember.

He had only taken a sip, imitating Sui Sui, asking the very question the cat had wanted to ask. But even with something so important, he couldn’t remember the other person’s answer!

Drinking really does lead to mistakes!

“Sui Sui.” A magnetic and pleasant voice came from overhead. The big white cat lifted its head and gracefully leapt from him onto the bed, then leaned in to cuddle.

Whatever. Let’s see what the boss thinks first.

Shang Xuci acted as usual, pinching the cat’s paw pads and ears before getting out of bed and calling someone to change the sheets. Jian Xun looked down. The sheets were covered in his fur, wrinkled and rumpled, as if they had been ravaged by a wild animal.

Could it have been him?

The cat’s eyes widened. The white cat dug through the quilt with its paws, pushing the shed fur into a pile. Even he was surprised by how much he had shed. As soon as the auntie arrived, the big white cat quickly jumped off the bed, ran back to his room, and then returned to Shang Xuci with a comb in his mouth, asking to have his fur groomed.

…

At a high-end restaurant.

Xu Rong fidgeted, glancing at the door repeatedly.

Ten minutes later, Du Guan appeared.

Xu Rong quickly stood to greet him.

Du Guan wore a hat and a turtleneck sweater, dressed all in black, keeping a very low profile.

He walked into the room and closed the door.

“Why do you want to see me so suddenly? Didn’t we agree to keep a low profile for a while?” Du Guan’s tone was serious, but his expression remained gentle.

“Shang Jue held a family meeting. He’s already starting to suspect me. Judging from Shang Xuci’s behavior, I think he knows something—no, he might even have evidence.”

Since the concert at sea, Xu Rong had stopped pretending, minimizing contact with Shang Xuci and focusing entirely on her plan with Du Guan. Shang Wei, unaware of her betrayal, had drowned himself in alcohol and women. Recently, he had shown signs of improvement, though he seemed to be slipping back into depression, with more and more hospital visits.

It seemed that if Shang Xuci interfered, their plan would fail. He also had the ability to revive the Shang Group. The old man had just spoken to him privately, saying he intended to strip Shang Ye of his power and give it to Shang Xuci. Wasn’t that essentially handing the company over to him?

It all depended on whether Shang Xuci was willing to accept. After all, he was still a member of the Shang family.

“Don’t worry. The plan is moving forward,” Du Guan said gently. “You don’t need to do anything for now. I’ll take care of it.”

Hearing that, Xu Rong let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, Dad.”

“How’s Xiao Yi now?” Du Guan still doted on his grandson. He resembled Xu Rong, and his simple personality was very much like Du Guan’s long-deceased wife.

“I sent him back to Country M to reflect on his actions,” Xu Rong said helplessly. “Xiao Yi has been spoiled.”

Originally, he had been sent abroad to avoid the spotlight, but he sneaked back and went to find Tang Mu. Upon returning home, he angrily confronted her about everything she had done. Xu Rong couldn’t help but slap Shang Yi and immediately booked him a flight abroad. Even now, the two of them were still in a cold war.

What she had done wasn’t for Shang Yi’s sake. After Du Guan’s explanation, Xu Rong finally understood. Shang Xuci had sent Fang Xiuyuan to prison. Although Fang Xiuyuan took all the blame, Xu Rong knew Shang Xuci would not let her off so easily.

Sending Shang Yi abroad would not only prevent Shang Xuci from threatening her, but also avoid conflict within the Shang family. In the end, whether Shang Xuci won or lost, her son would remain completely blameless.

“I still need to coax him.”

“Okay, I’ll bring him to see you once this is over.”

The two finished their meal and left.

Xu Rong returned home to a dark room. She turned on the light and saw someone sitting on the sofa—her eyes met Shang Wei’s.

“Why didn’t you turn on the light? You scared me.”

Shang Wei glanced at her. “Why are you just getting home now? Where were you?”

“I was out eating and chatting with friends,” Xu Rong said as she put her bag away. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Really?” Shang Wei met her gaze with suspicion, then set aside his phone. “No. I haven’t finished the task the old man gave me yet. How could I be in the mood to eat?”

Xu Rong didn’t see her aunt. She opened the refrigerator and looked inside. “I’ll make you a bowl of noodles.”

After serving the noodles at the dining table, Xu Rong was about to return to her bedroom when Shang Wei called her back. “Come eat with me. I want your opinion on the company’s affairs.”

Xu Rong was surprised he had asked her to stay, but thinking of the company, she stopped and sat beside him.

Shang Wei mostly spoke while she listened. Xu Rong didn’t interrupt, and the few opinions she offered were simply what Shang Wei wanted to hear.

When Xu Rong finally went back to her room to rest, Shang Wei followed her in.

After combing the cat’s fur, Shang Xuci carried it back to the bedroom to sleep.

Maybe it was because of seeing Shang Jue in that room, but Shang Xuci hadn’t dreamed in a long time.

Outside the window, the sky was so gloomy it seemed almost dark. The boy knelt on the ground, while the old man sitting on the stool asked, “Do you know you’re wrong?”

The boy said nothing, his eyes stubborn.

He remained silent, while the mother holding the child beside him cried bitterly. Hearing her cries, the child joined in, wailing without understanding why.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Do you know you’re wrong?” the old man sternly demanded. “Why don’t you apologize?!”

The boy remained silent, sneering inwardly. What good would it do to speak? No one would believe him; in the end, he would still receive a beating.

“I don’t need to tell you the rules,” the old man sighed as he stood up. “Let’s go through the family rules.”

As soon as the old man left, the woman stopped crying and called out, “Sister Tang!”

A sturdy woman entered quietly, a long whip in her hand.

“Young Master, take off your clothes yourself, or I might ruin them, and you’ll have to pay for it.”

The boy removed his coat, leaving his frail body shrouded in a thin white shirt.

A flock of blackbirds flew across the low sky outside the window.

Inside, the whip cracked like lightning, and the boy’s white shirt gradually turned red. He bit his lip hard, forcing himself to endure the final lash.

Afterward, he collapsed into illness and was bedridden for a month. Bowl after bowl of medicine was brought to him, and his so-called kind stepmother practically forced it on him as if it were water—poison disguised as care. If he refused, Sister Tang would pry open his mouth and pour it in.

The boy’s already frail body could no longer withstand the torment.

From that day on, the old man no longer had him beaten; corporal punishment gave way to mental torment.

At the slightest hint of disobedience, his stepmother would immediately complain, exaggerating everything, and he would be locked in his room, forbidden to step outside.

His freedom was stripped away.

His younger brother often came to provoke him, as though to prove he was the family’s most favored child.

The turning point came on the day the boy was about to graduate from elementary school. His elder brother returned to the old house with a group of classmates to play. The boy slipped into the cold storage room. He flipped the switch, but the light wouldn’t turn on. Just as he was about to leave—snap!

The door was locked from outside.

He rushed to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. His knocks and desperate cries for help were swallowed by laughter and the crackle of fireworks outside.

This time it wasn’t punishment. It was closer to death than ever before.

Around him was pitch black, deathly silent, bone-chillingly cold.

After sending a distress message on his phone, the boy sat on the ground, clutching his legs, and waited.

The waiting dragged on endlessly, stretching beyond what a child could endure. His consciousness grew sluggish, as though frozen. His hands trembled, stiff as ice. His heartbeat pounded violently, his vision slowly adjusting to the dark until he could make out a thin layer of frost gathering on the metal walls. The air itself seemed thick with the stench of death.

His breathing grew ragged, and he realized his body heat was slipping away rapidly. He tried to call for help again, but his voice froze in his throat—only a faint, inaudible whimper escaped. He reached for his phone, but his fingers had stiffened so badly they could hardly bend.

It was only the will to survive that kept him moving, groping blindly in the darkness, searching along the tightly sealed walls for any possible way out.

Time ticked by, and his consciousness began to fade.

Then—luckily—he heard the screech of a rescue truck outside, followed by a woman’s voice shouting at the security guards to get the people out.

That voice was all too familiar.

Chest tight and breath growing short, the boy felt his life force slipping away bit by bit. He began to hallucinate, thinking he saw his mother.

Unwilling to give up, he summoned the last of his strength to kick over a metal bucket—then passed out.

In a daze, a warm breath brushed his cheek.

Numb, tingling.

Shang Xuci suddenly opened his eyes. A warm presence was beside him. Sui Sui was asleep, nestled against his neck, their faces almost touching.

He pulled the lion cat into his arms, burying his face in its soft fur. Breathing in its unique scent, the tension in his chest eased at once.

Sui Sui, as if by reflex, rubbed his head affectionately against him, licked his lips, purred, and drifted back to sleep.

Feeling Sui Sui’s trust and clinginess, Shang Xuci stroked him with unreserved tenderness. Now he fully understood why people kept cats—cats truly were a source of comfort.

He let out a long breath. It had been a long time since he’d dreamed of his childhood. Meeting Shang Jue in the study earlier had stirred memories he thought he’d forgotten.

But now, he had let them go. When he dreamed of the past, it felt distant and unreal, like fragments of a previous life.

Beside him, the big white cat flicked its ears, shifted position, and twisted its head to rub against his face. It smacked its lips twice, then settled back to sleep.

Shang Xuci smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the cat’s ear. He couldn’t resist giving the tip a playful bite.

The cat didn’t stir, sleeping soundly.

Day was just beginning to break.

A message from Xu Huai lit up his phone. They set a time to meet, and after breakfast, Shang Xuci drove to Xu Huai’s house.

“Just come in, no need to take off your shoes.” Xu Huai, holding a cup of water, stood there in loungewear with messy hair, looking lifeless and in poor condition.

Shang Xuci glanced around the room: the oversized cage in the living room, the feeder at the foot of the dining table, the climbing frame by the sofa, and the box in the hallway overflowing with cat toys…

“You got another cat?”

Xu Huai poured him a glass of water and shook his head. “No, these are Tu Tu’s.”

At the mention of Xu Tutu, his expression brightened. Thinking of the man’s message, a faint spark of hope lit in his eyes. He asked expectantly, “Do you know where he is?”

Shang Xuci nodded. “But he doesn’t seem to want to see you.”

Xu Huai’s excitement vanished instantly. He lowered his head, his dry lips moving. “Why?”

“I don’t know the details,” Shang Xuci said after a moment’s thought. “But think about it—what could the cat have done wrong? If he ran away, it means you hurt him. He has his reasons for not wanting to see you. Until we figure it out, don’t meet for now.”

Xu Huai knew Shang Xuci also had a cat who once ran away, and its behavior had been even more extreme than his own. Sharing that same experience, he opened his mouth to speak, but Shang Xuci cut him off. “I have a good relationship with Sui Sui. He’ll come back when he’s had enough fun.”

Xu Huai: “…”

“I… want to see him,” Xu Huai said after a pause. “Even if it’s just from a distance.”

“Honestly, I know he’s not the kind of cat who’ll stay home and wait for me. Last time I brought him back, I tried my best to give him freedom,” Xu Huai continued with a wry smile. “But he still wanted to leave. If he doesn’t like it here, then at least… take me with him.”

Having known Xu Huai for some time, Shang Xuci was well aware he was good at hiding his emotions—especially from others. He was cold and indifferent, never flattering. Even in the Xu family, he had liked no one.

In him, Shang Xuci saw a reflection of himself, only Xu Huai was more pure—without hatred, and unconcerned with profit. It seemed his whole life revolved around his cat.

Now, looking at him—his eyes red, his fists clenched, emotions finally breaking through—Shang Xuci understood his feelings completely.

“I’m going on a business trip next week, so let’s do it this weekend,” Shang Xuci said, looking at him. “You might hear something useful at my house.”

Xu Huai took a deep breath and replied, “Okay.”

“Just watch from a distance. Don’t disturb him.” Shang Xuci was uneasy—what if Xu Huai couldn’t resist rushing over, startling Xu Tutu, and driving him away? His little cat would be angry.

“Don’t worry.” Xu Huai felt as if he had come back to life. Just one look would already be enough for him. He didn’t dare charge in to drag him back. Deep down, Xu Huai knew he had to resolve the misunderstanding and explain things clearly. Otherwise, Xu Tutu would only leave again—where would he find him then?

With half of his burden lifted, Xu Huai finally felt some peace of mind.

But he wasn’t content with just that; he wanted to know more.

Shang Xuci had already prepared for this. He took out an investigation file and set it on the table—the one he had commissioned out of jealousy and suspicion of Xu Tutu’s identity.

“Thank you,” Xu Huai said gratefully. He immediately took the file and began flipping through it. Most of it was filled with Xu Tutu’s work history and social connections.

When he had no money, he would transform into a cat and sleep under bridges or in trash cans.

When he had money, he’d rent a shabby little apartment. Because he couldn’t cook and had to save money, his three daily meals were nothing but steamed buns and bread, with the occasional instant noodles cooked with vegetable leaves.

Xu Huai recalled the instant noodles he used to eat at home—the same kind he’d secretly buy. Every time Xu Tutu caught him, he’d toss the junk food straight into the trash in front of him and scold him.

Each time, Xu Tutu would refuse to yield, turning back into a cat and refusing to eat even a grain of rice. At night, he would jump onto Xu Huai’s bed and give him a round of cat punches…

Xu Huai couldn’t help but miss those days.

The family was poor, and life had been harsh.

Just as he had feared.

Xu Huai continued reading.

Despite his lack of education, Xu Tutu was bright and quickly found a job.

He was a fast learner, but far too trusting and never fought for his own rights.

Later, as he gradually learned the unspoken rules of the workplace, Xu Tutu even sued a boss who hadn’t paid his social security. With that experience, he managed to find a new job. Although he changed jobs often, his career advanced step by step.

He started by collecting scrap and selling it, then washed dishes, worked at a cat café, and eventually moved into sales. Even after switching companies, he remained in sales.

The documents gave only a few short lines about each of Xu Tutu’s jobs, but Xu Huai could almost picture how difficult those times must have been for his cat.

Just a year ago, he had been Xu Huai’s precious treasure—yet now, he was working part-time jobs. Xu Huai’s chest ached with sadness, and he almost wanted to cry.

Was it really so easy to become just another overworked social slave? Was his precious child being exploited by his boss? Bullied by his coworkers? Harassed by customers?

Was the work too hard?

Was the pay enough?

Had he gained any weight?

Should he rent a small place on his own, or was he still turning into a cat and sleeping under bridges?

Each question he asked himself only weighed heavier on his heart.

Although Tu Tu had a fierce personality, Xu Huai feared that, in the human world, he would still suffer.

By the time he finished reading the documents, Xu Huai felt utterly dejected.

He just wanted to hug his cat.

After finishing the matter of Xu Tutu, Shang Xuci moved on to official business. Before leaving, he confirmed with Xu Huai, “You really don’t have any other cats?”

Xu Huai pursed his lips, raised his hand, and swore, “I don’t.”

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Shang Wei glanced at Shang Xuci and began explaining his plan for a solution.

To resolve the Shang Group’s predicament, the first step was to sell the tourist village they had invested in. Shang Wei had already assigned Shang Ye to oversee the group’s financing. He himself would meet with the head of the bank as chairman and persuade Shang Yan to change the resort’s operating methods. Although he was rejected, the accounts could still be audited.

Shang Ye had previously asked the head of the finance department to show him the cash deposit details. The head admitted to falsifying the accounts but refused to reveal who had instructed him. Now, thinking back, one person seemed suspicious. He couldn’t help but glance at Xu Rong.

Shang Wei continued, explaining that the first priority was to resolve the group’s debt crisis. The only solution was for all the debt to be consolidated into a single company, which could then be purchased.

Two things needed to be done. First, Shang Yan had to agree to sell the tourist village, transfer the debt to this company, and then find a buyer. The second step was actually securing that buyer.

No one would be foolish enough to buy an unprofitable company that was losing money. Shang Wei and his son had been searching for a buyer, but none had shown interest, rejecting them outright.

Unable to find a buyer, Shang Wei abandoned that path and asked Shang Ye to handle the problem. Shang Ye considered Shang Xuci. Shang Xuci’s New Domain Company was indeed capable, but it wasn’t involved in this industry, so there was no reason they would buy it—especially since Shang Xuci was the boss.

Saving it would have been the easiest option, but it made sense that he wouldn’t. After all, Shang Group had nothing to do with Shang Xuci anymore.

Meanwhile, the bank was urgently demanding payment of 8.2 billion yuan in loan interest, with a one-month deadline, threatening to forcibly confiscate the company’s assets. Competitors were also stealing their customers, and Shang Group’s stock performance was bleak. The company was already mired in a quagmire.

Shang Jue listened to Shang Wei and knew they were on the right track. He had to persuade Shang Yan to agree, since he could handle any internal conflicts.

Finally, the old man summoned Shang Xuci for a private conversation.

…

Study

The light from the corridor slanted through the lattice windows, scattering spots of brightness on the floor. Mahogany bookshelves still lined the walls. A new leather sofa had been placed in the room, large enough for an adult man to lie down on. Shang Jue’s clothes were laid across it. The table was cluttered with medicines, books, old photos, and a ruler that Shang Xuci knew all too well.

The entire table was in disarray, as if the owner had deliberately rummaged through every corner. The room itself seemed much smaller than he had imagined.

“You were the one who suggested it to them, and you know who the best buyer would be, right?” Shang Jue asked bluntly.

“No fool would buy a loss-making tourist resort. But if we add Yuanqu and sell it as an established brand—with the added bonus of a resort—I’m sure someone would be willing.” Shang Xuci pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs as he stared at Shang Jue.

“You were also the one who suggested transferring the debt to a company,” Shang Jue said firmly, looking at Shang Xuci with growing admiration. If the Shang Group had been handed over to him, it wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

“Grandpa knows you’re talented. You’re my eldest grandson. Are you really willing to let the company go to someone else?”

“Grandpa wants to give the company to me now?” Shang Xuci’s innocent face tilted slightly, a mocking smile etched across his features. In his previous life, he had paid a heavy price for what he wanted, but now, with just a word from the old man, he could have it. What did all his past efforts amount to?

“If you save the company this time, all my shares will be transferred to you.” Shang Jue coughed twice, reaching his dry, twig-like hand out from the blanket. He tried to grasp something, but his hand froze in mid-air before finally falling limply back onto the blanket.

Shang Xuci lowered his eyes, silent.

Shang Jue said, “About your mother…”

Shang Xuci interrupted him. “Grandpa should also know about the chronic poisoning I suffered as a child.”

Shang Jue paused. “I only found out later.”

“Yes, you found out later. I can forgive my mother. After all, she was ill—and you drove her crazy,” Shang Xuci said expressionlessly. “I know everything. You don’t need to say more.”

Shang Jue opened his mouth, then sighed. “Grandpa is sorry for you.”

He shouldn’t have trusted Doctor Fang so blindly. He had never investigated the medicine. It wasn’t until after Xu Rong’s miscarriage that he finally ordered an investigation and discovered Shang Xuci’s medicine had been tampered with. He blamed himself: his own health was worsening with each prescription diet, while Gu Ming—the boy who took care of Shang Xuci—only seemed to grow stronger…

“The past is the past. I don’t want to remember it.”

“The more you say that, the more I feel I owe you. I shouldn’t have forced your mother into an arranged marriage. I know Shang Wei’s character—and I know it’s pointless to say more now.” Shang Jue paused, then continued, “I’m getting old. My body and my mind are failing. I don’t know how much longer I have left… Xiao Ci, Grandpa wants to make it up to you.”

Shang Jue had only fallen; his body wasn’t yet in a dying state. The doctor’s examination revealed that he needed brain surgery, but the success rate was less than 30%.

Shang Jue was the only one who knew this. Looking back on his life, he had been successful in his career but had failed his family. He had no one to confide in. Now that the Shang Group had reached this point, who could predict what kind of chaos would erupt if he announced his impending death?

Shang Xuci knew Shang Jue’s fate, but he didn’t interfere. Seeing the old man’s expression remain calm, he said, “No need. I already have everything I want.”

He could achieve whatever he desired through his own efforts.

Shang Jue’s lips trembled. “Don’t say that. Grandpa is really going to die…”

Shang Xuci suddenly stood up. “You’re in this state now. Go back to the hospital and have the surgery.”

It was useless for anyone in the Shang family to play the emotional card now; he would not forgive them.

Shang Xuci turned, picked up his clothes, and left. Shang Jue’s eyes widened slightly.

Did he… notice?

In truth, before Shen Yanran fell ill, Shang Jue had doted on Shang Xuci, giving the child several happy years. But after Shen Yanran’s death, and soon after that Old Madam Shang’s passing, Shang Jue was left heartbroken and buried himself in work. He didn’t even care about Shang Wei, let alone Shang Xuci.

He had turned a blind eye to Xu Rong’s actions, allowing little Shang Xuci to suffer endless bullying. He knew all of this, and he could understand Shang Xuci’s current indifference.

Shang Yuren felt a growing sense of sadness and regret. If only he hadn’t been so consumed by work—how much better it would have been to notice sooner. If only he had been more resolute and never allowed Xu Rong into the family, wouldn’t things have turned out differently?

As Shang Xuci passed through the hall, the butler was setting out food.

“Young Master, aren’t you going to eat?”

Shang Xuci glanced toward the living room, shook his head, and replied calmly, “I have something important to attend to.”

Concert.

After finishing his meal, Jian Xun stood by the roadside, waiting.

With just over ten minutes left until the concert, he sent Shang Xuci his location. The man quickly replied, saying he’d be there soon.

Concert – at the theater entrance.

Jian Xun spotted Shang Xuci standing on tiptoe, waving at him quickly, his fist clenched in excitement. Yet when Jian Xun saw the man’s tired, dejected expression, he immediately understood—he must have been wronged at the Shang household.

Anger flared in Jian Xun’s chest. If he had known, he would have turned into a cat and followed him secretly!

“Have you been waiting long?”

Shang Xuci gave him a faint smile. Then Jian Xun felt a sudden warmth on the back of his hand. Looking down, he found a cup of hot milk tea pressed into his palm.

“Boss, is this for me?”

“Yes.”

Jian Xun took a big gulp right then and there, his face lighting up as he said cheerfully, “It’s delicious.”

Shang Xuci’s smile softened his heart. The dark clouds that lingered on his face dispersed, replaced by clear warmth. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “As long as you like it.”

The two of them sat down, one across from the other. Jian Xun sipped the milk tea—it was sweet and warm.

By the time the concert ended, it was already ten o’clock.

As Jian Xun made his way out of the crowd, thinking of ways to cheer Shang Xuci up, he suddenly heard a familiar female voice.

“Xu Ci,” Meng Jingxue said softly. “Are you here for the concert?”

Her gaze shifted slightly, landing on Jian Xun—shielded protectively by the man at his side.

Meng Jingxue immediately understood why Jian Xun had agreed so readily. “I was wondering why you chose this restaurant. Turns out you were going to a concert with Shang Xuci.”

She began to let go. It wasn’t that she lacked the time or the feelings—it was that she already had someone else in her heart.

She and Jian Xun had shared dinner and chatted alone, and she could see that the young man was indeed innocent. Though his identity was suspicious, he wasn’t trying to get close to Shang Xuci with any ulterior motive.

“Did you have dinner together?” Shang Xuci frowned, staring at Jian Xun sideways as if waiting for an explanation.

Jian Xun wanted to say that Meng Jingxue had treated him, but he was afraid Shang Xuci would misunderstand. His eyes darted aside, and he only gave a low “hmm.”

Meng Jingxue quickly explained, “I invited him. Didn’t I see him last time at Ludao Garden? I asked about Grandma.”

Shang Xuci looked at her and said, “You can ask me directly.”

“Aren’t you busy?” Meng Jingxue glanced meaningfully at Jian Xun and smiled at Shang Xuci. “I didn’t expect you’d have time for a concert.”

Jian Xun leaned forward. “Miss Meng, are you also going to a concert?”

He should have thought of that. In the book, the two of them often went to concerts together. Maybe this time the boss had invited Meng Jingxue, and since the other person wasn’t available, he asked her to use the tickets instead.

The thought slipped into Jian Xun’s mind, and the corners of his mouth turned downward.

Meng Jingxue shook her head. “I’m working nearby and happened to be waiting for someone here.”

Shang Xuci nodded. “We’ll leave first.”

“Okay.”

She actually wanted to ask Shang Xuci in person about their relationship, but when she saw the man’s possessive expression, she quickly said goodbye.

“I’ll visit Grandma Gu another day.”

After Meng Jingxue left, Shang Xuci looked at Jian Xun. Seeing him still staring longingly at her retreating figure, he said calmly, “She’s already gone.”

“Oh.” Jian Xun pulled his gaze back.

“Meng Jingxue invites you to dinner, and you go?”

The words came out sharper than intended, but the displeasure in his tone was unmistakable.

“I didn’t know how to refuse. Besides, she’s your—”

“My what?”

“Forget it, I won’t go next time,” the boy muttered, lowering his head. Then he looked up at Shang Xuci expectantly. “How about I treat you to dinner?”

“Now?” Shang Xuci studied him, noticing the hope in his eyes. He lifted a hand and ruffled a tuft of hair on the boy’s head. Jian Xun leaned into his palm, his fair neck revealed in the motion.

It was exactly like the little gestures Sui Sui used to show affection.

“Are you hungry?” Jian Xun patted his belly. He and Meng Jingxue had eaten without much enthusiasm, and she had peppered him with questions throughout the meal. Jian Xun hadn’t eaten much, and now he was feeling quite hungry.

Shang Xuci noticed the young man patting his belly and smiled. “What do you want to eat?”

Jian Xun pinched his bulging wallet and said, “A big meal.”

Not only did they enjoy a big meal, but Jian Xun also shared some drinks with Shang Xuci.

“I’ve heard alcohol can help soothe sorrow. I’ll have a few drinks with you. If you’re upset about anything, you can tell me. I’m a tight-lipped person!” Jian Xun had even made advance sales at the front desk to buy the most expensive bottle of wine in the store.

The teetotal cat-man took just one sip, and his fair face flushed red. He gave up pretending. A pair of furry cat ears sprouted from his head, and his tail lashed wildly as he muttered frantically, “Why can’t I stand?”

He swayed, and Shang Xuci’s long arms caught him. Jian Xun raised his eyes to meet his. The man’s handsome face was so close that Jian Xun, captivated by his beauty, collapsed into his arms. His cat ears twitched as he settled directly on Shang Xuci’s lap.

“Come on.” He rubbed his head against Shang Xuci’s chin, his soft ears brushing like feathers against his heart. Wrapping his arms around Shang Xuci’s neck, he leaned on him, moving back and forth.

Shang Xuci rubbed his head, then glanced down. His chin brushed against the boy’s soft lips as he tilted his head back. It was Jian Xun’s first kiss, and he froze, uncertain how to respond.

After a few seconds of silence, he realized he was being too intimate. He tried to pull back, but the boy’s weight pinned him down. The seat sagged, their legs pressed together.

The boy looked at him with a natural, innocent expression. His eyes were large, round, and bright, their pupils gleaming like a cat’s—pure and beautiful—focused solely on him.

Shang Xuci’s heart suddenly pounded. The boy’s face was so close he could feel his breath. His own breathing grew uneven, a tingling sensation rushing through his chest.

Moonlight filtered through the branches outside the window, a gentle breeze drifting in. Shang Xuci felt himself growing a little tipsy, and shamefully, his body reacted to the boy’s restless movements.

His eyes darkened as he averted his gaze. Voice hoarse, he said, “We’ll continue when we get home.”

He carefully lifted Jian Xun and set him beside him. Then he placed his hat back on his head and tucked his tail into his pants. The soft, fluffy tail brushed against his palm, making Shang Xuci’s heart tremble—he couldn’t help but give it a squeeze.

Jian Xun lay still, letting him adjust his clothes. Shang Xuci’s fingertips brushed over him, each touch making him crave something deeper.

He gazed at Shang Xuci and asked softly, “Are you happier now?”

Shang Xuci let out a low chuckle. “Happy.”

“Me too,” Jian Xun replied shyly, a smile tugging at his lips. “When I save up a lot of money, I’ll treat you to dinner every day.”

The boy said with naïve sincerity, “Happy every day.”

Shang Xuci echoed gently, “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy every day.”

Jian Xun froze, his mind going blank. Heat rushed through him, his face growing redder as if drunk. He leaned weakly against Shang Xuci, like soft boneless silk. Thinking of what Meng Jingxue had said during dinner, he pinched the hem of his clothes and whispered, “Do you like me?”

“Yeah.” The man’s voice was deep and magnetic—gentle, yet dropping into Jian Xun’s heart like a stone in a still lake, sending ripples outward.

Jian Xun’s face grew hotter, his breath unsteady. Covering his cheeks with both hands, he shamelessly asked, “Compared to Sui Sui?”

Why compare yourself to a cat? Shang Xuci almost asked, knowing full well Jian Xun was Sui Sui. But instead, he said, “Equally precious.”

Satisfaction flashed in Jian Xun’s eyes. His long lashes trembled, his heavy lids threatening to close.

Shang Xuci wasn’t ready to let him go. He gently pinched the boy’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “What about you? Do you like me?”

Jian Xun’s lips curved into a sweet smile. “Yes!”

“As much as Sui Sui.”

---

Shang Xuci pondered for a moment, then turned and left. On the way, he ran into a gardener, who told him to go to the back garden first.

Jian Xun had to put in some effort to drag Xu Tutu to the front door. Since both he and Xu Tutu were wearing hats, it was hard to see what they were doing. After Xu Tutu cleared his head with some fresh air, Jian Xun hailed a car, gave the driver the address, and took him home.

As soon as Xu Tutu left, Jian Xun returned to his room, transformed into a cat, and went to look for Shang Xuci.

“Meow.”

“Sui Sui.” Standing in the bedroom, Shang Xuci walked toward the cat, one hand cupping its sturdy hindquarters, the other pinching its ears. Remembering the cat’s words, he felt as if something precious—once lost—had been restored to him.

He wanted to tell him that he would never be with anyone else, that his feelings for Meng Jingxue were only friendship, and that he would never let go of his cat. Whether he was a cat or a human, whether a few years or a decade had passed, as long as he lived, he would never give him up and would always love him.

Telling this to Sui Sui might not make the cat understand. But when Jian Xun finally opened up and told him the truth—that he was Sui Sui, his cat—Shang Xuci wanted to make a promise to the insecure man.

Shang Xuci himself wasn’t secure either. When he saw his grandmother collapse that afternoon, he felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, frozen solid. His blood reeled. He was afraid things would never change, and he was equally afraid that Sui Sui would leave him one day.

Hearing the little cat’s words, his heart warmed and calmed.

The cat felt the heat of the man’s gaze, even more intense than usual. He held her in a close, intimate embrace.

The big white cat stretched out its front paws, pressing its paw pads against the man’s cheek, staring at him firmly while meowing softly.

“Meow—”

It’s okay. Grandma will be fine.

“I’ll take you to see her after dinner.”

“Meow.”

…

Gu Zhen was hospitalized, and Shang Xuci spent countless hours at her side. Sui Sui also lay by her bedside, running to Shang Xuci whenever there was any movement.

Once things stabilized, Jian Xun returned to work, using his annual leave to make up for the time off.

Study.

Shang Xuci obtained Xu Tutu’s information. His background was similar to Jian Xun’s: both had lost their parents and grown up in an orphanage. The difference was that Xu Tutu only had a high school diploma and had graduated from a special school.

He had looked into the school, and it seemed that all the students there were non-human. Only those paying close attention would notice its unusual nature—it offered classes from elementary through university level.

At noon, while Shang Xuci and Jian Xun were having lunch together, he pretended to casually ask about Xu Tutu’s situation. This further confirmed both her identity and her attitude toward her previous owner.

Thinking Xu Huai’s change might be connected to the cat, Shang Xuci planned to bring up the matter during contract negotiations in a few days.

…

Shang Group.

Shang Ye stared solemnly at the latest issue of a financial magazine, which analyzed the Shang Group’s recent performance—and it was dismal.

Some experts predicted that if the current situation continued, the group would be bankrupt within six months.

Shang Jue was ill and had been recuperating. A few days ago, word of the crisis reached the old man, who flew into a rage and called an emergency family meeting for tomorrow night.

The thought of what awaited him then filled Shang Ye with irritation. He dropped his pen on the table and pressed his temples.

Knock, knock—

Xu Rong pushed the door open.

“These are former partners. They’re all withdrawing their investments.” She placed the documents on Shang Ye’s desk and caught sight of his gloomy expression. After a moment’s thought, she added, “It’s eight o’clock tonight. The Xu family’s youngest daughter is having her birthday. Don’t lock yourself up in here—go out, meet some people. Maybe that problem will find a solution.”

“No.” Shang Ye frowned. He was about to be put on trial in front of the family tomorrow night, and he had no mood for parties.

…

Seven o’clock in the evening.

Shang Ye appeared at the Xu residence, still in his suit and tie, a polite smile on his face as he headed straight for his target.

He knew the Xu family’s youngest daughter was interested in him, and Shang Ye wanted to try a different approach—perhaps it could save the company.

Xu Xiaoxiao was surprised to see him. She walked over, exclaiming, “Senior, you’re here?!”

The two were alumni.

They chatted for a while, Shang Ye maintaining a graceful smile throughout. Xu Xiaoxiao was so amused that she couldn’t stop laughing. When the party officially began, Shang Ye invited her to share the first dance.

Jiang Yuanqing was also there. When a friend mentioned she thought she’d seen Shang Ye, Jiang Yuanqing didn’t believe it. Before arriving, she had even run into Xu Rong, who said she’d invited Shang Ye but he had declined.

Shang Ye had indeed been busy with company matters lately and hadn’t had time for dates. Jiang Yuanqing had been understanding. After all, they were both career-oriented, putting work before anything else. She herself had been focused on filming, carefully studying her scripts and roles. They admired this trait in each other.

But as time went on, Jiang Yuanqing began to feel that Shang Ye wasn’t as remarkable as she’d once imagined. The few times she saw him helpless in the face of work challenges made her realize her boyfriend was just an ordinary man.

“Look, it really is Mr. Shang!” a friend whispered, tugging her inside. “He’s dancing with Xu Xiaoxiao!”

At first, Jiang Yuanqing refused to believe it. But when she saw the man’s face on the dance floor, it was indeed Shang Ye—and her smile froze.

She texted him, then stared blankly as the dance ended. Afterward, she slipped away to a quiet corner and called him.

“Honey, are you still busy?”

Shang Ye covered his phone, stepped quickly outside, and after a brief pause answered, “Yes.”

“Are you still at the company? I just got off work and thought I’d come see you.” Jiang Yuanqing’s tone was casual, unlike her usual warmth. From the third-floor balcony, she happened to glance down and spotted Shang Ye standing in the courtyard.

“No need.” Shang Ye turned his head to look at Xu Xiaoxiao, who was waiting for him in the lobby, then continued, “I’ll be working overtime very late. I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yuanqing said coquettishly. “Then we have a deal. I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

After hanging up, her expression darkened, a mixture of emotions clouding her face. Shang Ye had actually lied to her!

Soon after, Jiang Yuanqing lost all desire to stay and went straight home.

…

Weekend.

Shang Wei went to the hospital to pick up Shang Jue. Feeling weak and unwell, he decided to get a checkup. When the results came back, he was devastated.

How could he have that disease? Shang Wei consulted another doctor, but the results were the same. His face turned pale in an instant, and he walked out of the hospital trembling.

Just as he left, he saw Xu Rong on the other side of the street, arm in arm with a man, behaving intimately.

So this woman had cheated on him before, and now she dared to do it again!

Shang Wei felt even worse. He rushed forward angrily, only to lose them around a corner. His phone vibrated in his pocket—it was Shang Jue calling.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Shang Wei recalled Shang Xuci’s words. He forced himself to take a deep breath, calm down, turn around, and slowly walk back.

…

Xinyu Company.

Shang Xuci checked the time. He had to leave work early today. Since Shang Jue already knew about the Shang Group’s difficulties, the purpose of tonight’s dinner was obvious.

He expected another argument, and he didn’t want to bring Sui Sui along.

After sending a message to Jian Xun, Shang Xuci pulled two concert tickets from his drawer and waited quietly.

The moment Jian Xun entered, he asked, “Boss, what do you want to talk about?”

Shang Xuci slid the tickets across the desk. “There’s a concert tomorrow night. Can you come with me?”

“Okay.” Jian Xun agreed readily. He still remembered the last time Shang Xuci had locked Maomao in the room and gone to the concert alone on the cruise ship. Was this compensation? Even if it wasn’t for Sui Sui, he didn’t mind.

After agreeing, Jian Xun carefully examined the tickets, flicking them between his fingers as he walked briskly back to his workstation.

A female colleague, noticing his joy, asked, “What’s that? Did your boss give it to you?”

Just moments ago, everyone had seen him enter Mr. Shang’s office. His cheeks were rosy when he went in and just as rosy when he came out, waving a slip of paper in his hand. No one had ever seen him so happy at work—except during holidays or payday.

“Concert tickets.” Jian Xun sat at his desk, proudly holding them up for her to see.

At once, the others rushed over. “Wow, you’re going to watch this with your boss?”

Jian Xun quickly explained, worried they’d get the wrong idea: “It’s just part of the job.”

After all, the newly signed contract included escort duties as part of the three-escort agreement.

Meng Jingxue, who happened to be passing by, overheard and stopped in her tracks to look over.

“Jian Xun.”

They had last met at Ludao Garden, and they were already somewhat familiar with each other. Meng Jingxue recalled how, on several occasions, she had accidentally spotted Jian Xun getting out of Shang Xuci’s car—always from the passenger seat, a place she herself had never been allowed to sit.

So that seat was reserved for him?

And now this talk of “accompanying”? Meng Jingxue couldn’t help but think negatively. Could Shang Xuci really be that kind of man—playing games and keeping someone like a mistress?

She didn’t like to speculate, but her curiosity pushed her forward. As she approached, the group surrounding Jian Xun scattered.

“Miss Meng.” Jian Xun was flustered. It seemed she had overheard what he’d just said. Had she misunderstood?

“Are you living with Shang Xuci now?” Meng Jingxue asked with a smile.

Jian Xun nodded, then immediately shook his head, blurting out almost desperately, “I’m just doing this for the money. There’s nothing going on between us.”

Little did he know, his explanation only deepened her misunderstanding. She had already asked the security guard at Ludao Garden, who confirmed that Jian Xun did indeed live there.

Meng Jingxue wasn’t deeply interested in Jian Xun himself; what fascinated her was Shang Xuci’s attitude toward him. Now that she had uncovered this hidden side, she wanted to dig deeper.

“Shang Xuci is coming back to the old house tonight,” she said casually. “How about I treat you to dinner?”

“Huh?” Jian Xun was bewildered. Why would Meng Jingxue invite him to dinner? Did she want to pry into Shang Xuci’s affairs?

“I’ll meet you downstairs at five.” Without giving him a chance to refuse, Meng Jingxue smiled and left, as if the matter was already settled.

The nearby colleagues, who had been eavesdropping with great interest, whispered among themselves: “Is this turning into a Shura field?!”

“Jian Xun won’t get bullied, will he?”

One female colleague close to Jian Xun suggested gently that he didn’t have to go if he didn’t want to.

Jian Xun nodded and said he’d think about it.

Not long after, Secretary Fu informed him that Shang Xuci had left work early and returned home. Around five o’clock, Meng Jingxue called. After some hesitation, Jian Xun finally agreed.

The restaurant was near the musical theater, so he figured he could wait for Shang Xuci there afterward.

…

The old Shang family residence.

When Shang Xuci arrived, everyone was already seated at the table.

Shang Jue sat in a wheelchair, a thin blanket draped over his lap.

The old man was very frail now; the fall had nearly cost him his life. After surgery, his body had withered and his face had grown gaunt, yet his cloudy eyes still retained a sharp gleam.

Shang Yan and Shang Dao sat beside him, both looking far younger than their father. Shang Xuci hadn’t seen the three brothers sitting together so peacefully in a long time. It seemed their grandfather understood what he meant.

Shang Ye stood between Xu Rong and Shang Wei, composed and unflinching. He turned and gave Shang Xuci a polite smile.

In addition to these familiar faces, there were also members from the eldest and second uncles’ households, as well as Shang Jue’s most trusted confidants.

An empty seat was left next to Shang Jue. Shang Xuci knew the old man had reserved it for him, but instead he drew out a chair near the door and sat down, saying calmly, “Everyone’s here. Let’s begin.”

Shang Jue noticed Shang Xuci sitting at the farthest end. He frowned slightly, let out a quiet sigh, then raised his voice: “I believe everyone knows why I called you here, don’t you?”

His gaze swept across the room before settling on Shang Ye.

No one spoke, not even Shang Ye, who kept his head lowered, looking as though he were listening respectfully.

At a signal from Shang Jue, the aide behind him stepped forward, laying several documents on the table.

The old man struck his cane against the floor and thundered, “It hasn’t been long since I handed over power, and yet you’ve already reduced the Shang family’s generations of hard work to this state! If you keep concealing things from me, the next time you’ll be telling me we’re bankrupt!”

Shang Yan slouched in his chair, sneering coldly at his younger brother. Shang Dao, meanwhile, glanced nervously at both elder and younger brothers, tormented over how he might mediate their quarrel.

Even so, Shang Jue’s fury was justified.

Calling each of them by name, he demanded, “Tell me your solutions.”

Shang Wei, who had already received a plan from Shang Xuci, responded first. He explained what he was doing, then turned to Shang Yan and said, “That depends on my uncle and the others.”

Shang Yan snorted. “I’ve already said—Yuanqu is my life’s work.”

He hadn’t begged Shang Ye to step in; he had signed the contract himself. Now that the two companies had reached this point, whether they could still be saved—or even if they went bankrupt—he would never ask Shang Jue for help. As the eldest son, he still resented that his father had given the family business to his younger brother. Shang Yan had never let that go.

Now, if they wanted the companies to merge, it would have to be Shang Jue who came to him.

“What’s the point of stalling? Just say it.”

---

That red flower was the most beautiful, fragrant, and largest one Maomao had ever found while strolling through the garden!

No matter the color, condition, or shape, it was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

Gu Zhen was slightly stunned. “For me?”

The lion cat stared at her. “Meow.”

“A birthday present?”

“Meow.”

“Oh my god, Maomao picked a flower just for Sister Gu!”

“Yes, it looks like she carefully selected it. Look how beautiful it is.”

“I’m so envious! It makes me want to get a cat.”

“My cat is so sweet—even when I pet her. Sui Sui is such a good cat.”

When Grandma saw the snow-white cat staggering over with a red flower in its mouth, her heart was completely captivated. She was filled with admiration and praise.

Even Gu Ming, who stood nearby with a serious expression, couldn’t help but smile.

The old lady was overjoyed. Unconcerned with the cat’s dirty feet, she immediately picked it up, kissed its head, and said with a smile, “Thank you, Sui Sui.”

The cat curled up its paws and whimpered softly.

Gu Zhen’s heart melted. This was the first time she’d ever received flowers from a cat, and they were the most beautiful of all. Her joy overflowed. She immediately took off the jeweled necklace from her neck and asked the cat, “Grandma, can you give this to Sui Sui?”

The big white cat tilted its head back. “Meow.”

The old lady smiled as she placed the jade necklace around the cat’s neck, then leaned closer for a look. “It’s really beautiful.”

Shang Xuci said, “Grandma, just give it to him. He already has plenty.”

He usually only wore it for photos. Normally, he kept it in his treasure box. Besides, this one had been a gift from Grandpa.

“Sui Sui is so well-behaved, so why not give it to him? Besides, if you never find a companion, who else will I leave this to?” the old lady said with a sigh, stroking the cat. “It’s better to give it to Sui Sui.”

When the big white cat heard that the necklace around its neck had been a gift from Shen Tianlei to Gu Zhen, it stopped tilting its head and reached out with its claws, trying to pry the necklace off.

“Then you might as well give Suisui something he actually likes.”

“What would he like?”

“Give him a red envelope.” Shang Xuci paused, noticing how the big white cat visibly stiffened at the words red envelope. He continued calmly, “He’ll like that.”

Who doesn’t like money?

Xu Tutu, not far away, nodded in agreement. Shang Xuci was being practical. Those gemstones might belong to Sui Sui, but Jian Xun wouldn’t be able to handle them.

Money, however, was different.

Gu Zhen said firmly, “I’m happy today. I’ll give her the necklace and the money too.”

“I’ll prepare a big red envelope for Sui Sui later.”

The big white cat meowed even more sweetly, so happy it couldn’t wait to pick a few more flowers.

But that didn’t matter. Sui Sui would bring Grandma more flowers in the future—as long as it made her happy.

The lion cat lay back on Shang Xuci’s lap, its tail swaying from side to side as it basked in the sunlight filtering through the leaves and the man’s warm touch.

Gu Zhen sat nearby, surrounded by kind and energetic elderly ladies, chatting warmly. Whenever someone praised Gu Zhen or Shang Xuci, the ladies’ smiles never faltered.

The heartwarming scene felt almost unreal to Shang Xuci, and a faint smile curled at his lips.

Besides being reborn, what else had changed?

Probably just raising Sui Sui—the most precious gift God had given him.

The cat lay quietly for a while before getting up and padding back into the house.

Meng Jingxue, who was allergic to cats, breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how much the elderly lady loved the cat, she felt bad for disturbing her, so she kept a little distance.

Coming out of the bathroom, she noticed Jian Xun entering the house. Confused, she asked around and was surprised to learn that this young assistant actually lived with Shang Xuci. Could the rumors be true?

Meng Jingxue narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath, and followed him out.

It was tea time.

The table was laid with fresh fruit, crispy bread, and exquisite desserts, along with chilled wine, fragrant herbal teas, and a selection of ice cream.

But the warm and beautiful afternoon took an unexpected turn.

Gu Zhen had been chatting peacefully with her sisters when she suddenly developed heart palpitations and collapsed. Fortunately, Gu Ming was right beside her and immediately performed emergency measures before rushing her to the hospital. Shang Xuci went with them.

Jian Xun and the others only learned what had happened later from the housekeeper. Jian Xun grew restless at home, too afraid to call Shang Xuci and disturb him, so he could only worry. Finally, Shang Xuci got back to him, saying that the old woman was out of danger but would remain in the hospital for observation.

Jian Xun let out a long sigh of relief.

“Humans are truly fragile,” Xu Tutu murmured.

“Yes… Grandma was fine just moments ago.” Jian Xun had been nearly frightened to death when he heard the news. He thought the storyline from the book was beginning all over again.

If Gu Zhen died, there would be no one left in this world who loved Shang Xuci.

No—that wasn’t true. Cats woul d always love him.

Xu Tutu seemed to sense Jian Xun’s thoughts and asked seriously, “Jian Xun, will you always stay by his side, never leaving him?”

Shang Xuci, who had returned to retrieve something, froze in place. His heart tightened, and every second he waited for the answer felt unbearably long.

Jian Xun thought carefully. He knew he had become a cat with a mission, and he wasn’t sure if he would be forced to leave once it was complete.

Sui Sui’s fish wasn’t delicious, he couldn’t make money, and he was a male cat who couldn’t give birth to kittens. Food, clothing, and shelter—all of it was provided by Shang Xuci.

The man didn’t even like cats. He wouldn’t have raised one on his own. And yet, he had adopted this cat that offered nothing but companionship and a bit of cuteness.

Humans could live a hundred years, while cats only lived a little over a decade. How long could he really stay by Shang Xuci’s side?

And after finally getting the man to accept him as a cat, Jian Xun had turned back into a human. He wasn’t sure Shang Xuci would like him that way.

“I don’t know,” Jian Xun said. “If I could, I’d want to be with him forever.”

If he had a choice, he would certainly stay with Shang Xuci. He knew he was overthinking things and being a little greedy. He wanted Shang Xuci to have a partner who truly loved him and brought him happiness—yet at the same time, he didn’t want that to happen.

The love he had worked so hard to gain from Shang Xuci might one day be taken away by someone else, and Maomao would be very sad.

“You saw at the birthday party today. Grandma wants Da Lao and Meng Jingxue to be together, and Meng Jingxue really likes him. I know they’ll be together in the future,” Jian Xun said, lowering his lashes.

Shang Xuci unconsciously clenched his hands, silently protesting: No way.

He wanted to hold Jian Xun close, but he also wanted to know what Maomao had felt during her absence. Suppressing the strong urge, he forced himself to stay calm.

“During the time I was gone, I missed him terribly. Every day—while washing dishes, while slacking off at the factory and getting bullied, even after receiving my first paycheck…”

“I was happy to know he’d been looking for me, and even happier to know he wasn’t with Meng Jingxue.” Jian Xun’s voice was slow and soft. During the time he lived with Xu Tutu, he had never once mentioned Shang Xuci unless Xu Tutu asked, pretending not to care. But in truth, he cared deeply.

“Am I being selfish? I want it all. Now even I hate myself a little.”

Xu Tutu shook her head. Jian Xun had never told him these things before. Only after Gu Zhen’s accident, when faced with life and death, did he finally begin to confide in him. Xu Tutu was deeply moved.

At the same time, he said firmly, “No, cats can’t be selfish. You feel that way because your owner hasn’t given you enough of a sense of security.”

Jian Xun shook his head. “I think it’s the opposite—I haven’t given Big Boss enough security. Since I came back, he’s been even more controlling with the cat. He doesn’t let me leave the house without permission, and he even put a surveillance camera in the cat’s room.”

He touched his arm and continued, “He put a GPS on me when I returned. You know I’m unstable after switching from human to cat. Honestly, I really want to be human again. I could talk to him, communicate with him… He’s very lonely.”

Hearing the cat’s confession, Shang Xuci drew in a deep breath.

“You really love your owner.” Xu Tutu’s eyes softened with envy. It seemed Shang Xuci was utterly devoted to his cat—unlike Xu Huai…

As he trailed off, Jian Xun asked, “What about you? Don’t you miss him at all?”

Jian Xun could understand if Xu Huai hadn’t treated the cat well, but from what he had seen, Xu Huai did care for Xu Tutu. The last time he’d gone to the Xu family’s house, Xu Huai had been obsessed with the cat, even surrounding himself with countless substitutes.

“Occasionally,” Xu Tutu admitted after a moment’s thought.

In fact, after Jian Xun told him that Xu Huai had a tabby cat identical to his own, Xu Tutu couldn’t resist sneaking a peek. But when he saw the cat’s arrogant demeanor and his toys being trampled on, he was so furious that he smashed through the window and broke the man’s favorite cat cup—along with all the toys. If he couldn’t have them, he wouldn’t leave them for another cat either!

Shang Xuci’s expression darkened as he watched the two of them chatting so freely. Were they really that close? Jian Xun was telling him everything.

The sun gradually sank, tinting the sky a faint orange-red. The scattered clouds looked ablaze, their edges glowing with golden light.

Xu Tutu stood, leaning on his crutches. “I’ll be going home first.”

Jian Xun rose with him. “Brother Tutu, I won’t be able to take care of you for the next two days. Grandma’s still in the hospital, and I’m worried about the boss, so I want to stay with him.”

“It’s okay,” Xu Tutu said, patting his leg. “My leg’s lame, so it’s hard for me to move around. But at least I can walk—it’s not a big problem. Just focus on looking after Shang Xuci and his grandmother.”

Although Xu Tutu didn’t know Gu Zhen well, he had eaten with her that day. She had been kind, even asking about his leg. She was a good person.

He also hoped the old lady would recover soon.

“Yes,” Jian Xun nodded. “The boss said you’re my friend, so you can still come to Ludao Garden. When your leg heals, I’ll ask Uncle Zhao to cook you something delicious.”

“Okay.”

A gentle breeze blew, carrying with it a sweet, almost magical aroma. Xu Tutu’s nose twitched as if enchanted. His limbs went weak, and he stumbled uncontrollably toward the source of the fragrance.

“What’s that smell?”

Jian Xun caught a whiff too, and suddenly remembering something, he covered his nose. His eyes widened as he shouted, “Don’t go over there!”

There’s an abyss ahead!!!

Xu Tutu’s cat ears flicked, his tail shot straight up, and he tossed his crutches aside. Hopping on three legs, he leapt toward the catnip.

“Xu Tutu!” Jian Xun cried, hurriedly pulling on a mask and chasing after him. As he reached out to grab the boy, his own cat ears and tail popped out. He quickly tried to cover them with his hands, but two hands weren’t nearly enough. Nervously glancing around, he saw no one nearby and finally sighed in relief before tugging at Xu Tutu again.

Just then, Shang Xuci leaned back slightly, catching a glimpse of not one but two swishing cat tails. His gaze shifted upward—and froze.

Xu Tutu, sniffing at the catnip, and Jian Xun… both had furry cat ears.

Xu Tutu is also a cat?

Xu Tutu… Tu Tu!

Wait—wasn’t Xu Huai’s cat also named Tu Tu?!

---

Saturday.

Xu Tutu, dressed in a flowery dress and holding a cane, appeared in a corner of the garden and began surveying his surroundings.

A moment later, Jian Xun trotted toward him, followed by a man of distinguished bearing.

“Let me introduce you,” Jian Xun said cheerfully. “This is my elder brother, Xu Tutu.”

Then, pointing to Shang Xuci, he said, “This is Shang… my boss, Mr. Shang Xuci.”

Last time, Shang Xuci had only seen the young man’s profile, but this time, he saw his full face and could examine him openly.

From his height, appearance, and clothing, he left a good impression: he didn’t seem threatening, and he didn’t resemble Jian Xun.

“Mr. Xu is Jian Xun’s biological brother?” Shang Xuci calmly began to probe.

“No,” Jian Xun interrupted. “We’re not related by blood, but Brother Tutu treats me like a real brother.”

Xu Tutu stared at Shang Xuci and said slowly, “He’s not my real brother, but he’s better than one. Anyone who dares to bully Jian Xun is against me, no matter who it is.”

Shang Xuci frowned at his little cat standing so affectionately beside someone else, deliberately emphasizing his status. He lifted his hand and pulled Jian Xun away.

“There’s a way to sit and a way to stand,” Shang Xuci said coldly. How could a human still behave like a cat, clinging to others?

Jian Xun instinctively straightened his back and stood obediently at his side.

Xu Tutu sighed at Jian Xun’s obedient expression, then turned his gaze back to Shang Xuci.

Because Jian Xun had mentioned the contract—and because the man’s gaze toward his younger brother mirrored Xu Huai’s—Xu Tutu became wary. He didn’t want Jian Xun to be deceived again.

Humans were incredibly fickle and cunning.

Today, he had come to confront the man, to see what Shang Xuci’s attitude was. Sure enough, the man’s gaze was filled with possessiveness.

Fortunately, Shang Xuci had other matters to attend to, so he left after meeting Xu Tutu, leaving the two kittens to chat in the garden.

Ludao Garden, main gate.

The housekeeper informed Shang Xuci that someone claiming to be his brother wanted to come in to celebrate the old lady’s birthday. The call was transferred to Shang Xuci, who heard Shang Ye’s voice and instructed the guard to let him in.

Shang Ye soon appeared before Shang Xuci, a gift box in hand and a smile on his face.

“I heard Grandma Gu’s birthday is coming, so I came to congratulate her.”

Shang Xuci observed his tired expression, then glanced at Jiang Yuanqing, who followed behind him. He said calmly, “Unrelated people, please wait here. Follow me.”

He barely spared the woman a glance. Jiang Yuanqing, who had dressed up carefully, looked grim. Their relationship was already awkward, yet Shang Ye insisted on bringing her along, and she had no choice but to endure it for his sake.

When Jiang Yuanqing approached the housekeeper, she asked to be taken to see Gu Zhen.

The housekeeper only smiled politely and told her to wait. After all, the old lady wasn’t someone one could see at will. He remembered Jiang Yuanqing clearly: back when Mr. Shang was blind, she had visited Shang Xuci once—for the sole purpose of canceling their engagement.

Jiang Yuanqing sat alone on the sofa, growing increasingly annoyed. After waiting a long time without the housekeeper returning, she decided to look for him herself, beginning with a walk through the garden.

Study.

“Are you here about the Shang Group?”

Gu Ye nodded. “I don’t know what Dad told you, but Grandpa knows about it now. The company’s stock has plummeted, the funding chain is broken. If this continues, it’s probably doomed.”

“Grandpa gave you the authority. You can take Yinfeng Entertainment back.”

“Yinfeng Entertainment isn’t enough to cover the hole. I know you can help. Just name your terms—anything I can deliver, I will.”

Shang Xuci stood by the window, gazing out at the garden. He saw two people picking flowers. Instead of answering Shang Ye directly, he asked, “Shang Yi’s back. Did you know?”

Shang Ye’s peach-shaped eyes flickered. “I know.”

“I had a big fight with Xu Rong and ran away from home.”

Shang Ye didn’t understand why his younger brother was so resistant to going abroad. It was as if he had entered a rebellious phase, opposing the family in everything.

Ever since discovering Xu Rong wasn’t his biological mother, Shang Yi had quietly built a wall around himself. If Shang Ye had known this earlier, he might have treated Shang Xuci better. Yet even as brothers, Shang Yi remained the same spoiled young master, caring only about his own feelings.

Shang Ye asked, “Did you know he was back?”

“I just ran into him,” Shang Xuci replied. “Back to Xu Rong—she’s Executive Vice President now. Didn’t she help you?”

“You know she’s a latecomer,” Shang Ye said flatly. “Of course I wouldn’t let her make decisions.”

Still, Xu Rong had proposed a partnership with Aishile. Although she called it a partnership, it was really a financing and equity investment.

The Shang Group had always been a family business, never allowing outsiders to interfere—hence his refusal.

Shang Ye later learned from Shang Wei that Shang Xuci simply wanted shares. If it came to that, it might be better to give them to him. After all, Grandpa had promised all his shares if Shang Ye could take responsibility for the Shang Group. Shang Wei would do the same, so giving Shang Xuci a small portion wouldn’t matter.

He stared at Shang Xuci and said, “I know what you want.”

Shang Xuci leaned slightly to the side, staring intently at Shang Ye.
“I don’t need you to give me anything. If you want to save the company, investigate Xu Rong thoroughly. Let Shang Wei handle the rest.”

With that, Shang Xuci ended the conversation and headed downstairs.

Shang Ye, realizing Shang Xuci was targeting him with repeated mentions of Xu Rong, could no longer concentrate. He called his assistant and prepared to return to the office for overtime work.

He didn’t see Jiang Yuanqing downstairs, and no one answered his calls. After sending her a message, he drove away alone.

Garden.

Servants moved in and out of the doors and along the back garden path, preparing pastries and afternoon tea.

Jiang Yuanqing passed by, but no one came to greet her. She even asked where Gu Zhen was, yet no one responded. A spark of anger rose in her chest. Shang Xuci had never treated her like this before.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a man squatting in the flowerbed, pruning branches. Just as she turned toward him, a golf ball flew past, grazing her cheek and knocking the object from her hand.

Her phone tumbled into the flowers, vibrating a few times before going silent.

“Oh, sorry, Miss Jiang, I didn’t see you,” Meng Jingxue said in mock surprise as she walked over to pick up the ball.

“Who are you?” Jiang Yuanqing asked sharply, the other woman’s face vaguely familiar.

“My name is Meng Jingxue,” she replied with a smile, signaling for someone to help retrieve Jiang Yuanqing’s phone.

Gu Zhen had been looking for Meng Jingxue, but when he noticed Jiang Yuanqing there, his smile instantly vanished.

This woman… She abandoned his precious grandson during his darkest days. Not only did she break off the engagement, but she shamelessly attached herself to his elder brother, Shang Ye. Wasn’t that a complete slap in the face—and utterly disgusting?

He used to think well of Jiang Yuanqing. Her family owed Shang Xuci a debt, and she had once taken good care of him. But ever since she began entangling herself with Shang Ye, her mask had slipped.

No—she was just pretending to be pitiful.

“What are you doing here?” Gu Zhen asked coldly.

Jiang Yuanqing quickly regained her composure and forced a smile.

“I came with Shang Ye. I heard it was Grandma’s birthday, so I came to pay my respects.”

“You’ve seen me now,” Gu Zhen replied, her tone cool. She then softened, taking Meng Jingxue’s hand affectionately.

“When did you arrive? You didn’t even tell Grandma.”

Meng Jingxue pursed her lips in a smile.

“I just got here. I saw someone I know and was about to greet him, but I happened to run into Miss Jiang instead.”

“Who? Someone you know?”

“Shang Xuci’s assistant, Jian Xun.”

Jian Xun, who had been enjoying a melon nearby, stood up in confusion after being tapped by Xu Tutu.

Gu Zhen looked over. The young man was handsome, with bright blue eyes, fair skin, and slightly curly hair.

What caught his attention most was the gardener’s uniform, stained with flower petals and a bit of dirt at the corners.

His slightly long bangs had been lifted and tied into a small bun.

Gu Zhen immediately thought of Shang Suisui and couldn’t help feeling a fondness for him.

“Xiao Ci, what’s wrong? How could you let a guest do such a thing?” Gu Zhen looked at Jian Xun with affection and was about to lead them away.

Jiang Yuanqing was completely ignored. She was just about to speak when Shang Xuci’s voice came from behind her.

“Shang Ye’s gone.”

Jiang Yuanqing froze and instinctively looked over. Meng Jingxue had already approached the man, speaking to him in a low voice. Old Mrs. Gu gazed at the pair with a smirk.

At that moment, Jiang Yuanqing suddenly remembered who Meng Jingxue was—the one recently caught in a scandal with Shang Xuci. It was said they had known each other since kindergarten.

Meng Jingxue had also been the highlight of the recent socialite event, and people were already comparing the two women. After all, one was rumored to be the other brother’s “girlfriend,” while the other was his ex-fiancée.

Jiang Yuanqing’s expression stiffened as she realized she was the unnecessary one. She hurriedly excused herself. Her pace was brisk, almost a flight of escape.

No one paid any attention to her departure. Instead, Gu Zhen keenly noticed that when Meng Jingxue drew closer to her grandson, Shang Xuci quietly stepped back—his gaze fixed firmly on Jian Xun.

The next moment, he moved in front of the boy and gently wiped the small specks of mud from his face with a handkerchief. His voice was clear and unexpectedly tender: “How did you turn yourself into a little cat?”

“Huh?” Jian Xun blinked in a daze, standing still as the man wiped his face just like one would wipe Sui Sui’s mouth or paws. Tilting his head up, he pressed his cheek into the handkerchief with a catlike habit.

Shang Xuci froze, his cold fingertips accidentally brushing against the boy’s cheek. The touch was warm, soft, and delicate.

The boy’s long, feathery eyelashes trembled slightly. He stared at Shang Xuci without blinking, lips curved in a faint smile, dimples showing faintly at the corners of his cheeks.

Heat spread through Shang Xuci’s fingers, burning from the tips all the way to his palm, until his entire hand felt aflame.

The moment lasted only seconds. Shang Xuci quickly withdrew his hand and whispered, “Go back to the house and change clothes?”

Jian Xun nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Shang Xuci turned to Gu Zhen and said, “Grandma, everyone’s here. Let’s have lunch first.”

Gu Zhen, a little stunned, nodded. “Okay.”

As the group ahead moved away, Xu Tutu leaned close to Jian Xun’s ear and whispered, “Are you always this close?”

They walked in the other direction, and Xu Tutu added pointedly, “I mean in human form.”

Jian Xun tilted his head slightly, taking off his gardener’s coat as he walked.

“Is that considered intimate?”

“A grown man wiping another grown man’s face with his own handkerchief, and that’s not intimate?” Xu Tutu’s voice rose, tinged with disbelief.

“Do you think kissing doesn’t count as intimacy either?”

“No, we haven’t! The boss is just a germaphobe,” Jian Xun retorted immediately, his cheeks flushing at his own words.

He’s just a nice guy.

“Anyway, I think he treats you differently from others. You can think about it when you have time…” Xu Tutu said. Just then, an explosive aroma wafted from the kitchen, making his mouth water and his stomach growl.

He instantly forgot the rest of what he was saying, unable to move his legs. He urged Jian Xun, “Okay, enough teasing! Go change and let’s eat—I’m starving!”

He had agreed to come see Jian Xun mainly because he wanted to try Chef Zhao’s cooking. Jian Xun’s constant descriptions of the food’s aroma had made him crave it for a long time.

The spring sun shone brightly, filtering through the lush foliage of the garden and casting dappled shadows across the round table draped with an exquisite tablecloth.

A long, intricately carved dining table was covered with silk, and the silverware gleamed softly under the light. The aunts began serving dishes, starting with refreshing cold plates—crystal braised pork, crisp cucumber salad, vibrant braised vegetables, and fragrant five-spice beef.

Seated at the table, Xu Tutu swallowed hard. The mere smell was intoxicating, especially the braised dishes set before him, which immediately set his taste buds tingling.

Then came the hot dishes: feasts of roast duck, fish, and chicken, alongside homely favorites like braised lion’s head, braised pork, and finally, a whole steamed fish.

Both of them stared at the fish. Shang Xuci, seated next to Gu Zhen, had it placed right by Jian Xun. Seeing Jian Xun’s eyes fixed on it, he raised the corners of his lips and continued chatting with his grandmother.

Xu Tutu was desperate to start eating, but the dishes kept coming one after another, making the wait feel endless. Finally came light, healthy options and desserts: eight-treasure rice pudding, candied lotus root, red date glutinous rice cake, candied sweet potatoes…

One bite, and it was divine.

Throughout the meal, Xu Tutu never took his eyes off the table. He didn’t say a single word to Jian Xun, utterly absorbed in the food.

Later came snacks—steamed buns, fried spring rolls, even French fries.

For the first time, Xu Tutu experienced the extravagance of dining in a wealthy household. When he had first transformed into a human, Xu Huai fed him cat food every day—never letting him taste anything else. He had never enjoyed a real meal with him. Now, he suddenly thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Jian Xun stayed with Shang Xuci. At least then, a chef would cook for him every day.

After dinner, the old lady brought up Sui Sui, and Jian Xun quickly excused himself to return to his room and transform into a cat. At the door, he ran into Shang Xuci, who carried him back to the garden.

Jian Xun had prepared a gift, but Maomao hadn’t. Seeing Xu Tutu present the old lady with a box of tea and his blessings, Maomao’s eyes darted around—finally landing on the flowerbed.

Shang Xuci had already handed over Jian Xun’s gift. Gu Zhen took one look and saw it was an A3-sized piece of handmade woolen knitwork. The background was a vibrant spring green, framed with colorful flowers. In the center was a red square embroidered in gold with the character for longevity. Below it, in small yellow letters, were the words: Long Life! The craftsmanship was all handmade, clearly showing the giver’s thoughtfulness.

“Is this from Jian Xun? Why don’t I see him?”

Shang Xuci pinched the cat’s soft paw pads and said, “He’s busy right now, so he’ll be gone for a while.”

“Meow!”

Grandma, I’m here!

Sui Sui looked up and called out to Gu Zhen in a sweet voice.

Gu Zhen’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled and reached out to pick him up. But just as her hands touched him, the cat suddenly darted off the ground and scurried into the flowers.

“Sui Sui…” the old woman called, standing to look after him. The cat vanished without a trace among the blossoms. “Oh, why did he run away?”

“The little one is just playful,” Meng Jingxue said from the side.

Gu Zhen had been eager to show off her cat-grandson to her sisters, but now she felt a little disappointed.

Shang Xuci raised an eyebrow and poured his grandmother another cup of tea.

Gu Ming quickly stepped forward to offer his own.

The group continued chatting with Gu Zhen. Sitting in the middle, she beckoned Meng Jingxue to sit beside her. They reminisced about Meng Jingxue and Shang Xuci’s childhood, while the other old ladies chimed in, the conversation gradually drifting toward pairing the two as an unmarried couple.

Xu Tutu sat a little farther away. From Gu Zhen’s words, it was clear she was quite interested in bringing Meng Jingxue and Shang Xuci together.

Seems I still have a long way to go…

But are there really humans in this world who can stay devoted to cats forever? Even if a cat turns into a human, won’t they eventually grow tired of it—or change their hearts?

Xu Tutu thought of Xu Huai, and his eyes darkened. By now, Xu Huai must have completely given up on him. Jian Xun had even told him he’d seen other cats at Xu Huai’s house, including one of his own breed.

The young man clenched his fists. Even a cat can admit its mistakes! Unforgivable!

Don’t let me run into him…

“Hey, the cat’s back!”

“Look—what’s he holding in his mouth?”

Everyone turned their eyes toward the cat.

The plump white lion cat walked with elegant steps, its fluffy tail held high, swaying lightly from side to side. A bright red flower was clamped between its teeth as it trotted resolutely toward them, finally stopping before Gu Zhen.

The cat rose onto its hind legs and placed the flower in the old woman’s arms.

“Meow~”

Grandma, happy birthday! May you live a long life, and celebrate every birthday with Shang Xuci.

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“Your home?” Shang Xuci asked, emphasizing each word.

Jian Xun, his expression serious, repeated, “I’m not going back to Ludao Garden.”

Shang Xuci’s tone darkened, his good mood for the afternoon vanishing in an instant. He hadn’t seen anyone—or a cat—last night, and he was already dissatisfied. “Going back to your shabby rental?”

He was still upset about Sui Sui running away from home, living under a bridge, and staying in a dilapidated house. Was he not rich enough? Did he really prefer hardship?

Jian Xun felt a pang of guilt for not returning with his boss after only three paychecks. Hearing Shang Xuci’s displeasure, he stressed, “It’s not a shabby rental!”

Seeing the man’s cold, unhappy face, Jian Xun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He lowered his eyes and dared only to say, “I’m staying at my brother’s tonight.”

Ever since learning Jian Xun was Sui Sui, Shang Xuci had thoroughly investigated him. His household registration listed him alone—so where did this brother come from?

“Just tonight?”

Jian Xun’s gaze drifted, and he stayed silent.

“Tomorrow night? Or the day after?” Shang Xuci asked patiently.

When the young man remained silent, Shang Xuci’s heart sank.

“Have you forgotten what we just added to the new contract?”

“No,” Jian Xun answered slowly. “I’ll be back.”

The man stayed silent, his expression cold.

Jian Xun added, “Didn’t the new contract say there are no restrictions on freedom?”

Shang Xuci narrowed his eyes, staring at him for a long moment before finally saying, “Whatever.”

He turned and left. Jian Xun let out a quiet sigh of relief, staring at the pile of documents with a tearful face. Even if he worked overtime tonight, he wouldn’t be able to finish them. He should leave first—he still had to cook for Brother Tutu when he got home.

Overtime came with a transportation allowance, so Jian Xun hailed a taxi and gave the driver his address.

A low-profile Maybach followed closely behind. Shang Xuci was at the wheel, lips pressed tightly together as he calmly wondered where Jian Xun lived—and where he had found this so-called brother.

The taxi drove for about forty minutes before stopping. Shang Xuci pulled over and found a parking space, watching as Jian Xun carried a cake box into a nearby supermarket.

More than ten minutes later, Jian Xun came out, shopping bags in both hands, and headed toward the adjacent residential complex.

Shang Xuci slipped on his sunglasses, got out, and followed him, his gaze fixed on what he was carrying—vegetables.

He lowered his eyes, a faint frown forming.

…

Grocery shopping.

Had their relationship already grown this close?

Jian Xun greeted every acquaintance he met on the street. Handsome and adorable, he was well-liked by the women in the neighborhood. Seeing him carrying groceries, they praised him, and Jian Xun happily chatted with them. This ordinary, peaceful life was what he had envied in his previous one—without any scorn or ridicule.

The house was on the sixth floor, and Jian Xun usually took the elevator. But when he saw the long line of people waiting, he silently chose the stairs. By the time he reached the last step, he was already fishing for his keys.

Around the corner in the hallway was Xu Tutu’s home. Jian Xun opened the door and called inside, “Brother Tutu, I’m back!”

Shang Xuci peeked around the corner.

A tall, handsome man appeared at the door. He carried a distinctive air, his eyes touched with rebelliousness, but when he looked at the young man, a hint of gentleness softened his gaze, his lips curving slightly.

Shang Xuci silently studied him. He looked rather young, leaning on a cane, which suggested a leg problem.

The two men kept a distance at first, and Shang Xuci let out a quiet breath of relief.

But in the next instant, Jian Xun threw himself into the man’s arms, their embrace close and intimate.

Shang Xuci’s face darkened, his fingers curling into a fist.

The young man handed over the gift he carried, smiling brightly. “Brother Tutu, I brought you this cake. It’s delicious.”

“Come inside first,” Xu Tutu snorted, annoyed. “Why do you smell so strongly today?”

The young man turned to close the door, his gaze flicking toward the hallway.

Bang!

The door slammed shut.

Shang Xuci stood alone in the hallway for a long time.

Inside the door—

As Jian Xun put his things away, he asked, “Ah, is it heavy?”

He sniffed at his clothes.

“Maybe I slept with him at noon.”

Xu Tutu dropped the orange in his hand.

“What did you say?” Xu Tutu’s voice nearly cracked.

“Oh, I’m being kept by my boss.” Jian Xun walked over, picked up the orange from the floor, and placed it back in his hand. “Didn’t I tell you? I quit housework and became his assistant. Besides work, I eat and travel with him, and even turn into a cat to sleep with him at night.”

“I know that,” Xu Tutu said as he peeled the orange. “There’s nothing wrong with turning into a cat and sleeping with a human. But why did you turn into a human and sleep with him? Did he discover your real identity? Or does he have bad intentions toward you?”

Jian Xun shook his head. “I hid it well. He probably doesn’t know I’m Sui Sui.”

He was confident of that.

“You said he had ulterior motives. What does he want from me?”

“Your body!” Xu Tutu declared, staring at Jian Xun. “Look at your face and figure. You’re so pretty and gullible at such a young age…”

Jian Xun shook his head like a rattle and said seriously, “No, he didn’t touch me. Just like with Sui Sui, we only cuddled and slept together.”

“Oh, then maybe he just doesn’t like you,” Xu Tutu blurted out.

The room instantly fell into a deathly silence. Xu Tutu looked up at Jian Xun. The young man’s cheeks puffed up, his expression on the verge of breaking. His eyes were slightly red, fixed on him with aggrieved stubbornness.

Xu Tutu immediately backtracked. “Or maybe he’s just… not capable enough.”

Hearing this, Jian Xun sniffled, struggling to hold back tears.

“You know, men at that age tend to find someone to relieve their loneliness. Does your poop scooper have anyone around?”

Jian Xun quickly shook his head. “No.”

Jiang Yuanqing was already gone. Shang Xuci and Meng Jingxue had some interactions, but it didn’t seem like things had progressed that far.

“Shang Xuci is a clean man. He doesn’t have casual relationships. He respects women and treats the female colleagues at the company well. He never discriminates against them and doesn’t force them to attend drinking parties…” Jian Xun rambled, showering him with praise.

Xu Tutu knew he could go on all night and quickly cut him off. “Okay, okay, I get it—your boss is a good man.”

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. I’m hungry,” Xu Tutu said, rubbing his belly on the sofa.

Jian Xun stood up. “I’ll make dinner. It’ll be ready soon.”

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa playing games. Before nine o’clock, they each went back to their rooms. But Jian Xun kept thinking about Xu Tutu’s words—that Shang Xuci might not like him.

How could he not like him?

Before, Sui Sui couldn’t enter the house freely, sleep in the bed, or curl up on a man’s lap.

He also hadn’t liked close contact.

But now—even kissing was allowed.

How could I not like him?

But his human form certainly didn’t seem attractive to men. The guys in the office always complimented his looks, saying he had delicate skin, and would occasionally touch his hand in jest.

Shang Xuci was completely different with him. He looked at him as if he were his own pet—and slept with him like a cat.

Shang Xuci liked Sui Sui.

Shang Xuci treated him like a cat.

Sui Sui equaled Jian Xun, so how could that not be love?

Jian Xun didn’t even know what he was struggling with; he just felt unhappy.

Tossing and turning, he couldn’t fall asleep. He remembered how Shang Xuci had seemed angry when he said he wasn’t going home today.

Yeah, triple the salary.

Was Shang Xuci asleep by now? Was he looking for the cat? Was he lying awake with insomnia?

Either way, Jian Xun was. He pulled out his phone—it was only a little after ten.

No messages. He hadn’t sent the stand-in cat. Wasn’t Shang Xuci anxious? Or had he simply stopped paying attention to the cat?

Jian Xun checked the progress bar. The plot changes had stalled. He had accumulated plenty of intimacy points, but his Darkness points hadn’t moved at all.

Why was this happening?

He turned over again, shut his eyes, and forced himself to sleep…

Still tossing and turning, unable to rest, he checked the time again. Just past midnight.

Jian Xun had already marked a stand-in location in Ludao Garden. He re-placed the stand-in and used points to “swap” the location.

The next second, a plump white lion cat appeared in Ludao’s back garden.

The big white cat shook itself, padded to the villa, and pushed at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Turning around, it slipped into its private cat den.

He came back to the entrance, pulled out a foot towel, and stomped on it like sifting through litter. Then he groomed himself carefully, licking until his fur gleamed, before heading upstairs.

He stood, leapt, and turned the doorknob.

The door opened. The room was pitch-black. The cat tiptoed onto the bed, sniffed the man, and found a good spot. Its head rested on his arm, its front paws on his chest, its tail draped across his arm—its whole body pressed tightly against him.

The familiar scent, the warm crook of his arm, the steady heartbeat. The cat matched its breathing to his, closed its eyes contentedly, and drifted off.

Soon, soft purring filled the quiet room.

In the darkness, the man—ever a light sleeper—stirred at the furry weight on his arm. Shang Xuci stiffened, switched on a dim light with his free hand, and glanced down. Nestled against him was the cat, fast asleep.

He couldn’t be sure if it was the real Sui Sui or the stand-in, so he leaned closer and whispered, “Jian Xun.”

The cat in his arms clung to him tighter, eyes still closed, and let out a soft “Meow.”

Shang Xuci’s lips curved instantly. He’d tried calling Jian Xun before, but the fake cat never responded. Only the real Sui Sui would.

Shang Xuci rolled over with the cat in his arms, holding it against his chest. He buried his nose in its fur, inhaling its fragrance and warmth. At that moment, he finally understood why his cousin always loved to cuddle and sniff—it was truly heartwarming.

Cradling the cat, his restless heart finally found peace, and he slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, the big white cat stretched, its paw pads brushing against a soft, smooth surface. Its paw reached out, but before it could touch further, it was caught.

“Sui Sui,” the man’s deep, husky voice came from above.

The cat looked up, saw his hand pressed to its paw, and quickly retracted it, barking out a soft meow.

Shang Xuci scooped up the cat, carried it out of bed, washed, changed, and went downstairs. The lion cat followed close behind, keeping him company through breakfast.

Just as Jian Xun was waiting for Shang Xuci to leave so he could transform into a human and catch the bus to work, he was suddenly lifted and tucked under an arm, his expression bewildered.

“Meow?”

“You’re coming to work with me today.”

It was over.

Buckled into the passenger seat, the cat drooped its head, looking utterly dejected.

Shang Xuci glanced at it, eyes still on the road, and asked, “Sui Sui doesn’t want to go to the company?”

The big white cat let out a pitiful purr, clutching its head with its paws.

That was right—he had to be human to go to work and a cat to keep Shang Xuci company. Who was supposed to nap at noon, Sui Sui or Jian Xun?

Jian Xun was on the verge of tears.

It was troublesome.

Still, it was a free ride. Jian Xun consoled himself, muttering inwardly, When the enemy comes, we’ll fight them with our troops.

Xinyu Group.

Jian Xun immediately felt more eyes on him than usual and couldn’t help clutching Shang Xuci’s clothes, puffing up his chest. Employees saw the chubby lion cat nestled against Mr. Shang’s neck, clinging to him with intimacy. The sight screamed of pampering.

Seeing was believing. So this was the boss’s favorite cat—and what a gorgeous one at that!

In an instant, Sui Sui became the company’s hot topic. Cat lovers were already secretly placing bulk orders for cat snacks.

It wasn’t until they reached the office that the big white cat was finally set down. Jian Xun began worrying about how to sneak into the break room for his spare clothes, clock in, and report back to Tu Tu.

Fortunately, Shang Xuci let him be and turned to his own work. Jian Xun stole a few glances at the door. Seeing his chance, he stretched out a paw—

The door opened!

He could escape!

Yay!

But his joy lasted only a second before he was lifted into the air, a familiar voice exclaiming, “Sui Sui! You’re finally here!”

The lion cat’s expression lit up at Fu Qian’s otherwise expressionless face. Its usually cold, fierce features softened into a warm, gentle glow.

Jian Xun exclaimed inwardly, Is this the legendary face-changing?

It was obvious that Fu Qian truly adored him; his smile never wavered. But Jian Xun noticed the clock on the wall—only two minutes until work started, and he still hadn’t clocked in…

He began to meow and squirm, his cries catching Shang Xuci’s attention.

“Fu Qian.”

Hearing Shang Xuci call his name, Fu Qian gently set the cat down and quickly told Sui Sui, “Be good and wait here. I’ll take you to eat something delicious later.”

Patting the cat’s head, Fu Qian handed the documents to Shang Xuci.

The big white cat seized the chance to slip away.

He darted into the lounge, grabbed some clothes, and transformed.

He managed to clock in at the very last second.

Jian Xun hurried to his workstation, turned on his computer, and poured himself some water—just as Fu Qian was asking nearby colleagues if they’d seen a large white cat.

Jian Xun quickly lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

At noon, before Jian Xun could bring Shang Xuci lunch, he had already turned into a cat. Fu Qian lovingly served him milk and dried fish, while Shang Xuci watched from the side.

“Mr. Shang, aren’t you eating with Jian Xun?” Fu Qian asked, wanting to pet the cat—but Shang Xuci’s stare made every cat-loving gesture feel awkward. For the first time, Fu Qian had the urge to tell them to eat alone.

The large white cat’s tail twitched nervously as he glanced at Shang Xuci.

The man said slowly, “Wait a minute.”

The cat let out a silent sigh of relief, his tail relaxing against the floor.

Seeing the cat unmoving, Fu Qian asked again, “Sui Sui, don’t you want some milk today? Or dried fish?”

The white cat lifted his chin proudly, pushed the bowl back toward Shang Xuci, and turned his head away in a dignified huff.

Hmph. Man, I’ll beg you not to feed Jian Xun milk!

Sui Sui rejected him.

Fu Qian’s heart shattered.

He stood up. “I’ll go check on Jian Xun. If he hasn’t eaten, I can cook something for Mr. Shang.”

The big white cat froze in surprise, stomping his paws. He hadn’t had time to cook today, nor had he prepared anything.

Sui Sui padded over to Shang Xuci, rose onto his hind legs, and placed his front paws on his thighs.

“Meow.”

No food today.

Shang Xuci reached out and hugged the cat, smiling. “Let’s go out for dinner today.”

The big white cat’s azure eyes sparkled as it rubbed against him furiously, meowing coquettishly.

During lunch break, the cat called out to Shang Xuci right in front of him, then crawled into the cardboard box as if to say, “I’m asleep.”

Once hidden, it furtively checked whether the man was watching, then quietly slipped out and transformed.

He didn’t notice the surveillance feed on Shang Xuci’s computer desktop, which clearly showed the cat carrying clothes into the bathroom—and a moment later, a young man walking out.

Jian Xun returned to his workstation to grab his phone and saw a missed call from Fu Qian. He called back, but the other side only asked a few cold questions before hanging up.

That afternoon, Jian Xun was called into the office. Gu Zhen’s birthday was coming up that weekend, and he was expected to help at Ludao Garden.

Jian Xun hesitated, remembering he had already promised to accompany Xu Tutu to the hospital for a follow-up checkup that day. He hadn’t realized the eldest brother’s grandmother’s birthday fell on the same day.

“I might need to go to the hospital with my friend first.”

“It’s okay,” Shang Xuci said, staring at him. “You can invite him along.”

Jian Xun’s eyes lit up instantly. “Really?”

He had always wanted to bring Xu Tutu to his new place—show his eldest brother the cat room, taste Uncle Zhao’s snacks, go fishing together at Mingyue Lake, even admire the flowers…

Of course, all of that assumed they went in cat form, making it easy to come and go from the manor.

But this time, it was a formal invitation from the owner. The thought that Xu Tutu could come in human form made Jian Xun happy. After all, Uncle Zhao’s cooking was made for humans first.

Shang Xuci nodded. “Yes. I’ve already had his name added to the guest list.”

Jian Xun glanced at it. The list was only a single page. Some guests were the old lady’s friends, but there were two names he recognized: Gu Ming and Meng Jingxue.

Meng Jingxue is coming too?

Perhaps the old lady was trying to match her up with Shang Xuci—he’d overheard such talk before.

A strange discomfort welled up inside Jian Xun.

---

The housekeeper added, “He’s staying out for both weekends.”

“I see,” Shang Xuci said calmly.

Two days wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either.

When the weekend passed, Jian Xun stood at the door, bag in hand, eagerly waiting.

He’d already asked the front desk, but Shang Xuci hadn’t arrived yet. According to his usual schedule, the man still had ten minutes to go.

The familiar car pulled up, and the man stepped out, heading straight for the door.

Jian Xun’s eyes lit up, and he hurried after him. “Boss, you’re here?”

Shang Xuci glanced at him calmly, then walked straight toward the elevator. Jian Xun quickened his pace to follow.

He didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but the moment he entered the elevator, Jian Xun felt a chill run down his spine.

Back at his workstation, he put his bag away, turned on his computer, and took out a bag of scented tea the girl next door had given him.

While washing cups in the bathroom, Jian Xun overheard a few women at the nearby sink gossiping about him and Shang Xuci.

“Are they together?”

“Probably. I’ve never heard of an assistant living with the boss—coming and going together like that.”

“I heard from former employees that Mr. Shang has never been this attentive to anyone. Didn’t you see the clothes Jian Xun is wearing? We couldn’t even afford one with our monthly salary.”

“Well, you know what? I saw them in matching outfits. And Jian brings Mr. Shang homemade meals every day. Haven’t you noticed Miss Meng has been visiting the boss less often since he showed up?”

“Mr. Shang always looks at him with such tenderness.”

“Are they in a relationship? Or… something like that?”

“That kind of relationship?”

“Keep your voice down, that’s a bit harsh. She’s just saying he’s being kept…”

Jian Xun didn’t mind the first part—it was just a misunderstanding. But when the word kept came up, his ears pricked up and he froze in his tracks.

“It’s really possible. I’ve been watching for a while. Jian Xun’s such an innocent kid. I asked him once—he’s single and doesn’t come from a well-off family. But when he talks about Mr. Shang, his eyes light up and he can’t stop smiling.”

“Yeah, he always eats lunch with the boss. Since they’re a couple, Secretary Fu definitely wouldn’t be so strict with the boss’s wife. Just look at her attitude.”

“Tsk tsk. He works for the boss during the day and works for the boss after hours. I wonder if he’s getting double pay…”

The voices gradually faded. Only after they had completely disappeared did Jian Xun finally wash his hands and leave the bathroom.

He was listless the whole morning, even making mistakes while typing documents.

At noon—

Jian Xun was heating his lunch box in the microwave when he happened to see Secretary Fu.

“Brother Fu, could you please take the lunch to the boss?” Jian Xun asked softly, holding out the lunch box.

Fu Qian said coldly, “I’ll do it myself.”

Jian Xun immediately withdrew his hand and nodded in agreement.

He had no choice but to obediently carry the lunch box to Shang Xuci.

At the dining table, a few exquisite cakes had been set out. Shang Xuci usually pushed them toward him, and he had always eaten them, thinking the boss didn’t like sweets. Now, looking back, it seemed those cakes had been prepared especially for him.

Just as he was lost in thought, Fu Qian knocked on the door and entered, placing a bottle of hot pure milk on the table. Jian Xun instinctively reached for it. Fu Qian coughed twice. Jian Xun looked up at her stern expression. She glanced at him and then at Shang Xuci, as if to say the milk was meant for the boss.

Jian Xun quickly put it back.

Shang Xuci raised his eyes. “Don’t like it?”

“Huh?” Jian Xun blinked in confusion. Realizing what he was doing, he hurriedly said, “This is from Secretary Fu—for the boss.”

“I don’t drink pure milk.” Shang Xuci fixed his gaze on Jian Xun and said calmly, “This is for you.”

“Oh.” Jian Xun inserted the straw and took a sip. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Fu Qian. He had the vague feeling Secretary Fu didn’t like him much. She had always bought him cakes and poured him milk before, but now that he was a person instead of a cat, had she changed her mind?

Fu Qian pursed her lips and asked, “Mr. Shang, how’s Sui Sui?”

Shang Xuci: “?”

Fu Qian remained calm. “Many partners sent us cat products for the storage room. They’re all for Sui Sui. He should like them. You haven’t brought him here in a while.”

“That depends on whether he wants to come,” Shang Xuci said, glancing at Jian Xun with a hint of meaning.

Jian Xun caught the look and immediately lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

Everyone knew the boss had a beautiful lion cat that he cherished like the apple of his eye. When the cat went missing, everyone had to work overtime, utterly exhausted. When the cat was finally found, no one was happier than the employees—except the owner himself.

Fu Qian had always taken care of him whenever he came to the company, and after all this time, he had wanted to see the cat.

If Jian Xun knew what Fu Qian was thinking, he would definitely change his mind and say he had good taste.

After Fu Qian left, Jian Xun continued to eat in silence, completely different from his usual chatterbox self.

In the end, a few pieces of cake were still left untouched on the table.

Shang Xuci quickly noticed the boy’s mood was off and asked, “Are you unhappy?”

Jian Xun finished the last bite of his lunch, muttering glumly, “No.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to ask someone to investigate.”

“Don’t…” Jian Xun raised his head from where it had been lowered, tears welling in his eyes. “Don’t investigate. I’ll tell you.”

Normally talkative, Jian Xun simply repeated what he had overheard today.

“Eat with me, drink with me, stay with me—that’s right,” Shang Xuci said thoughtfully.

“Sleeping with him is also a thing,” Jian Xun muttered softly. Back when he was a cat, he had always slept next to the man. How could that not be considered sleeping with him?

Shang Xuci, well aware of the truth, understood. He set his water glass down and asked calmly, “What else?”

Jian Xun lowered his eyes, his voice growing even softer. “I just get a salary…”

Even if you’re my poop scooper, you can’t exploit your employees.

Shang Xuci: “Okay, I get it.”

His feelings were complicated. Ever since he had learned Jian Xun’s true identity, he had made sure he had the best food and clothing. Their former boss-and-employee relationship was already long over. Yet the little fool wasn’t worried about people gossiping about their closeness—he was worried about money…

It seemed he hadn’t given the cat enough of a sense of security.

Shang Xuci reached out and ruffled his hair. Jian Xun instinctively rubbed his head against the man’s palm.

“Why are you acting like a kitten?” Shang Xuci chuckled, his lips curling.

Jian Xun’s body stiffened, his fair face instantly flushing red.

“I’m… done.” His heart was beating strangely, his fingers felt hot, and he didn’t dare look at the man. His eyes darted around until they landed on the small cakes. He said, “I’ll pack these up.”

“Okay.”

Jian Xun took their lunch boxes to wash. By the time he was done, the office was already dark. After lunch, everyone had begun their nap.

Jian Xun also pulled out a small bed from under his workstation. Every day at noon, he had to lie down in this cramped, cold, and hard space, spreading a small blanket over it.

He had just taken out his fluffy blanket and was about to make his bed when his phone lit up on the desk. Opening it, he saw a message from Shang Xuci, telling him to go to the break room.

Folding the blanket and tucking it back into his bag, Jian Xun stood up and headed over.

When he entered, the man had just finished making the final touches.

“New contract. Take a look.”

Jian Xun picked up the contract and skimmed through it. It was similar to the previous one he had signed, except for the new “compensation” clause at the end. Of course, this “compensation” was flexible and didn’t restrict his freedom.

Triple the salary!

Jian Xun swallowed, glanced at the large, soft bed beside him, and suddenly darted out. “Boss, wait a minute!”

He tiptoed back to his workstation to grab something, then ran back excitedly.

Shang Xuci saw him carrying a bag to the bed and digging through it.

Out came a small blanket, a small quilt, and a soft little pillow.

All that was missing were pajamas.

Shang Xuci froze for a moment, then the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Jian Xun sat on the bed. It was just as soft as he had imagined. Looking up with a bright smile, he said, “Boss, do you want me to be your cuddly pillow?”

He knew Shang Xuci often had insomnia, and that he slept most easily when a cat was lying beside him. This was a perfect way to earn points.

The boy tilted his head back, revealing a smooth neck. His delicate features were strikingly beautiful.

His fair skin glowed under the light, his posture unconsciously forming an inviting gesture.

Shang Xuci’s eyes darkened, his heartbeat pounding like a drum. His voice was hoarse: “Jian Xun.”

Do you know what this means?

Jian Xun looked up at him with wide, clear eyes. Seeing the man staring at him without speaking, hesitation in his gaze, he suddenly remembered something. He quickly stood, nervously pinching the corner of his clothes.

“I can give you a massage, too,” Jian Xun blurted out.

He regretted it immediately, annoyed at himself. I almost forgot—the boss has mysophobia.

“Then a massage.” Shang Xuci didn’t directly answer his earlier question. He slowly walked toward the bed and slipped off his coat. Jian Xun immediately rushed to take it from him and put it away carefully.

Triple salary!

He had to do something for the boss.

It was a pity he couldn’t turn into a cat right now, or else he would have jumped onto the man’s lap and fallen asleep.

Shang Xuci lay in bed while Jian Xun massaged him. As he worked, Jian Xun’s eyelids grew heavy, and his head began to nod. Just as he was about to drift off, a pair of strong hands pulled him up, and he heard someone whisper “Pillow!” in his ear.

Outside, the sun shone brightly, streaming in through the glass, quietly stretching the shadows as if trying to take over the entire room.

Jian Xun’s nose twitched at a familiar scent. He nuzzled his head against the man’s arm, relaxed, and sank into a deep sleep.

Two o’clock in the afternoon.

Fu Qian arrived to deliver documents and found Shang Xuci’s office empty. Curious, he stepped back out.

In the office area, Jian Xun’s desk was also empty. Fu Qian sent him a message and tried calling, but no one answered.

As he approached the lounge door, he saw a man carrying clothes.

“Shang—”

Shang Xuci made a shushing gesture and strode over. “Let’s talk outside.”

He closed the door gently behind him. Fu Qian glanced inside—and froze in horror.

“Don’t assign him too much work in the future.”

Fu Qian was stunned by the strange remark, only then realizing what it implied. Could the rumors in the office be true?

He followed behind Shang Xuci, his expression carefully blank, though inside a huge wave of shock surged.

Mr. Shang had always been single. Even after he brought Xinyu back, tripling his net worth, and his fiancée Jiang Yuanqing broke off their engagement, countless men and women had approached him—but he never gave anyone a second glance. And now… he was fixated on this kid?

Fu Qian knew Jian Xun’s background. Just two months ago, he had no connection to Mr. Shang. He had first worked as a housekeeper, then been assigned to Xinyu Group as an assistant. At first, Fu Qian thought he was just a distant relative, but he never imagined that this “relative” was tied directly to Mr. Shang.

Now that he understood the truth, Fu Qian felt conflicted. Jian Xun was innocent and naive—wouldn’t he be deceived by Mr. Shang? And if people saw him as nothing more than a “kept” lover, wouldn’t that ruin his reputation?

Should he give the boy some advice? Fu Qian frowned and sighed.

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

Jian Xun yawned lazily, stretched, and checked his phone.

He squinted at the screen. 3:04 PM. His eyes flew wide open. He had overslept!

Wouldn’t his salary be docked?!

He hurriedly changed his clothes and slipped out of bed. Seeing no one in the hallway, he rushed back to the office.

Everyone was busy with their own work; no one paid him any attention. He quickly sat at his workstation, patted his chest, and let out a long sigh of relief. The guilt of oversleeping seemed to give him a jolt of adrenaline, allowing him to focus.

He worked steadily until five in the afternoon.

By half past five, most of the office staff had already left, leaving only two or three people behind.

Dong-dong—

There were two knocks on his desk. Jian Xun looked up.

“I’m going home.”

Jian Xun paused, then said hesitantly, “I’m not going home today.”

Shang Xuci: “?”

Meeting the man’s deep gaze, Jian Xun quickly looked away and said softly, “I mean… I’m going home to stay.”

---

In the end, it was the two fish from the aquatic area that soothed the cat’s sorrow.

That evening, Sui Sui feasted on a whole fish. The lion cat, belly swollen and white, lay on the floor with its legs in the air, refusing to join Gu Zhen and the others for a walk.

The sky was gray, and night was approaching.

Shang Xuci was walking with his grandmother in a nearby park. Along the way, they met her sisters and began chatting. Gu Zhen finally had the chance to show off her grandson. The man was good-natured and stood beside the elderly woman with a smile—until they caught sight of a familiar figure.

“Grandma, I have to leave for a while. I’ll see you later.”

Gu Zhen cheerfully agreed.

Shang Xuci lengthened his stride and went after the man.

At first, he only caught a glimpse of the young man’s profile. It wasn’t until they reached a streetlight at the edge of the neighborhood that he saw his full face.

Shang Xuci lifted his eyes, his gaze falling on the neighborhood name, and frowned slightly. Seeing his furtive movements, Shang Xuci stepped forward and grasped his arm. “Shang Yi.”

The young man turned around and, upon seeing Shang Xuci, looked as though he had seen a ghost. He quickly ducked his head and tugged at his zipper, pretending not to recognize him.

Shang Xuci simply pulled back the hood of his sweatshirt and said expressionlessly, “You snuck back home.”

Shang Yi flinched, but when he met Shang Xuci’s cold eyes, he muttered, “Yeah, I did. What? Are you going to tell Grandpa?”

“If I did, you’d already be taken back.” Shang Xuci’s eyes flickered uncertainly. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t tell my mother I came back, so I couldn’t go home. I had to stay at a friend’s place. I’m right here,” Shang Yi said, without the slightest blush or a racing heart.

Shang Xuci cut him off directly: “You wouldn’t be sneaking around just to stay at a friend’s place. You’re here to see Tang Mu.”

“Yes, Tang Mu is my friend, I—” Shang Yi froze, realizing what had been said. “You knew! You set me up!”

“You want to see Tang Mu, but waiting here won’t work.” Shang Xuci checked the time on his watch and curled his lips. “If you want to see him, I can call him down.”

Shang Yi gave him a wary look and muttered, “Since when are you so kind?”

“Don’t believe me, then.” Shang Xuci shifted his stance, crossing his legs.

“Hey, wait.” Shang Yi tugged at his sleeve. “Help me get him down.”

After saying that, he hesitated, then asked, “Why are you helping me?”

Shang Xuci paused while typing on his phone, then said calmly, “Don’t you want to know the truth? Go and see for yourself. No matter how much others tell you, you won’t believe it.”

“…Fine. I’ll trust you this time.”

The night wind picked up. The thin sweatshirt did little to cover the young man’s emaciated frame, and he curled up against the chill.

Before long, someone walked out of the neighborhood. Tang Mu glanced at the two of them, his gaze finally settling on Shang Xuci. He politely asked, “Mr. Shang, would you like to come upstairs and sit for a while?”

“I’m not going,” Shang Xuci declined. “Is your mother not home?”

“She’s not here today.” Tang Mu turned to the young man, who was about his age. “Shang Yi, what are you doing here? Did you want to see me?”

“Yes. There’s something I need to make clear.”

Shang Yi was raised under the care of Xu Rong, and his path to music was laid out by his mother. From the moment he began to study, he was hailed as a genius. That was the only word he ever heard along his journey. Songwriting and lyrics were all managed by his mother, and it had always been this way.

But one day, someone called him a thief—twice, in front of the entire world. How could Shang Yi, a child praised as a genius, accept this so easily? Unable to get any answers from his mother, he dwelled on it day after day, running back only to figure out why things had come to this.

Tang Mu, looking far more mature than Shang Yi, said calmly, “It’s cold outside. Come with me. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

He spoke slowly, giving Shang Xuci a deep look. No wonder Mr. Shang had said Shang Yi would come to him one day and warned him to be prepared. He hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

Shang Xuci said, “I’m going back to see Grandma, so I won’t be going up with you. Contact me if you need anything.”

He was speaking to Tang Mu, but Shang Yi was faintly dissatisfied. Even if he and Shang Xuci had a casual relationship, he was still his younger brother. How could Shang Xuci treat an outsider better than him?

So on the way, he asked without thinking, “What’s your relationship with Shang Xuci?”

Tang Mu didn’t answer. He only said, “You’re so well protected.”

Now Tang Mu understood why Shang Xuci hadn’t gone upstairs with them. With Shang Xuci there, Shang Yi would never believe a word he said—about what Xu Rong had done to his family, about how Shang Yi had unknowingly deprived him of everything. But with just the two of them, it was different.

He would peel back the cruel truth, bit by bit, for this young master to see.

It would be interesting to learn whether Shang Yi, like his mother, was just as black-hearted, or if he would simply feign ignorance and remain in denial.

Tang Mu lived in an old neighborhood with narrow stairwells, and there happened to be a power outage. He walked ahead, guided only by the dim glow of his phone. Shang Yi had never been to a place like this before. Dust coated the stairs, and the stone walls were mottled with age. As the staircase grew darker, fear pricked at him, and he hurried to follow Tang Mu closely, asking him to slow down.

Tang Mu thought darkly, Young Master really is different. He’s never set foot in a place like this. A sarcastic smile flickered in the shadows.

After that night, Shang Yi’s whereabouts became unknown. When Tang Mu told Shang Xuci what had happened, Shang Xuci only instructed him to let it be and not to keep tabs on him.

…

That evening, after returning to his grandmother’s house, Shang Xuci washed his hands and went to hold the cat. The big white cat was still fast asleep, its tail wrapped around his waist, its paws clasped around his neck, nestled against his chest in a deep slumber.

“Grandma, I told Brother Gu to pick you up for the hospital tomorrow morning,” Shang Xuci reminded her. “Focus on completing this course of treatment at the hospital. I’ll come visit you.”

After his conversation with Shang Wei that day, it seemed the company’s situation could no longer be hidden from the old man. The summons would come soon.

Gu Zhen smiled and said, “Don’t worry. Grandma hasn’t seen you married yet. You’ll definitely take good care of yourself.”

Shang Xuci was about to leave when the old lady reminded him, “When you have time, ask Meng Jingxue to come by. I haven’t seen her in ages.”

Shang Xuci parted his lips, wanting to say that he and Meng Jingxue had nothing to do with each other, but when he met the old lady’s eager gaze, he ultimately stayed silent.

I’ll explain after Grandma finishes her treatment.

Placing the cat in the passenger seat, Shang Xuci drove home.

Almost the moment he carried the cat into the bedroom and set it on the bed, Jian Xun woke up.

He squinted his eyes and watched the man lie down. Clinging to him, his tail rhythmically patted Shang Xuci’s belly, like a child coaxing him to sleep, purring softly.

Once the man’s breathing had evened out and he had fallen asleep, the cat, wide awake, opened its eyes, stood, and stretched.

It rolled around the bed again and again.

Can’t sleep, so bored. Want to play.

The cat quietly slipped down to the floor, its gaze fixed on the tablet on the bedside table. It was the same size and had the same cover he’d played with before. Jian Xun jumped onto the table, entered the password, and successfully unlocked it.

The password hadn’t been changed!

The lock screen and start screen were still the dried fish he’d set before!

Jian Xun glanced back at the bed, adjusted his posture, and focused on surfing the internet.

After staying up until three o’clock watching the little female cat, Jian Xun finally yawned and crawled back into bed. At daybreak, he slipped out from under the covers, glanced at the man still asleep, tiptoed out to open the door, and returned to his room to change back into his human self. He cooked and ate breakfast in the staff area, then went back to his room to fetch the small leather shoes drying on the balcony.

When he appeared before Shang Xuci, canvas bag slung over his shoulder and full of energy, he found him waiting at the door. Jian Xun took the elevator with him down to the parking lot, and together they drove to the company.

The receptionist was already accustomed to the boss’s new routine. Even though the two of them had their own private elevator, Jian Xun noticed nothing unusual.

After the CEO’s elevator doors closed, Fu Qian, who had just arrived at the employee elevator, drew a wave of curious glances.

Everyone knew that Fu Qian, with his intimidating face and reserved demeanor, was actually a kind person. Someone couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Fu, is that new guy Jian Xun related to the boss? President Shang takes him everywhere.”

“More than that. This isn’t the first or even the second time I’ve seen him in the boss’s car, right?”

“They always go to and from work together.”

“We just took the private elevator together again. Mr. Shang seemed in a good mood.”

Most of the people in the elevator were from the same office, close colleagues chatting idly about gossip.

As one of the boss’s trusted favorites, Fu Qian didn’t know how to answer the question. He had his own suspicions, but since he hadn’t verified them yet, he dared not speak carelessly.

When the elevator reached the 19^th floor, Fu Qian reminded them, “The boss doesn’t like people discussing his personal affairs. You’d better be careful.”

With that, he stepped out of the elevator.

Still, the name Jian Xun was now firmly on his watch list.

As Jian Xun entered the office area, he keenly sensed that everyone was watching him with teasing smiles. He quietly sat down at his workstation. The woman beside him swiveled her chair over and asked, “You were with the boss again today?”

Jian Xun nodded. “Yes.”

His answer was so matter-of-fact. After all, wasn’t it normal for an assistant to come and go with the boss?

Simple-minded, Jian Xun didn’t understand the hidden implications. Tang Jing, who treated him kindly, asked whatever came to mind, and he answered without reservation.

“So you’re living at the boss’s house?!” Tang Jing blurted out in surprise. Realizing everyone around them was listening, she quickly sat back down and muttered under her breath, “No wonder, no wonder…”

“No wonder what?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tang Jing said with a smile. “No wonder the boss treats you so well.”

Jian Xun ignored her teasing tone and simply agreed. “The boss is a very nice person.”

At noon, Jian Xun placed two lunch boxes on the table. A passing female colleague exclaimed in surprise, “Xiao Xun, are you eating two lunches?”

“No, one’s for the boss.”

Just then, Jian Xun’s phone buzzed. It was Shang Xuci, replying to his lunch message. He immediately stood up and headed toward the boss’s office, a smile spreading across his face.

Behind him, a group of female colleagues gasped at his words.

“I knew it, they must be living together! Even sharing lunch boxes.”

“No wonder the boss hasn’t been to the cafeteria lately. Turns out he has a loving lunch made by his wife.”

“Haha, I can’t take it anymore!”

…

After lunch, Jian Xun returned to his workstation to rest, only to find that his female colleagues now looked at him with even more affection than before.

In the afternoon, Jian Xun received a call from Xu Tutu, asking him to come home early.

After work, Jian Xun returned to Ludao Garden, packed his bags, and briefly greeted the housekeeper before heading back to Xu Tutu’s place.

The young man, his left leg in a cast, lounged lazily on the sofa with a thermos in hand, the TV playing in the background. When he turned and saw Jian Xun, his eyes lit up.

“You’re back?”

Jian Xun set the food on the table and hurried over. “What happened to your leg?”

“I was brave enough to help someone and got hit by a car,” Xu Tutu said. “The doctor said it’ll heal with some rest.”

Seeing Jian Xun’s worried frown, he quickly added, “Really—give it a few months and I’ll be up and running again.”

“A few months…”

“Well, the company gave me leave, and the driver compensated me. I’ll be staying home to recuperate. You don’t know how urgent it was. The old woman could barely walk, and she was frail. If I hadn’t saved her, she might have died…”

As he listened to Xu Tutu’s story, Jian Xun caught a few key words and immediately asked, “When… when did this accident happen?”

Xu Tutu raised both thumbs slowly. “Three days ago.”

“Three days ago?!” Jian Xun was stunned. “If I hadn’t been coming back this weekend, you wouldn’t have told me?”

Xu Tutu gave a guilty laugh. “No, why wouldn’t I tell you? We cats are the most loyal. You’re my little brother. If something happens, I’ll definitely tell you.”

Jian Xun glanced at the unwashed dishes in the kitchen and the half-eaten takeout boxes on the coffee table. He said firmly, “Until your leg heals, I’ll come back every day to take care of you.”

Xu Tutu thought to himself, This isn’t good… Jian Xun has such a strict schedule. I usually stay up late watching TV and playing games. If he comes every day, he’ll supervise me!

“This is… this is too much trouble for you,” he protested.

“We cats are the most loyal. You’re my big brother. I have an obligation to take care of you,” Jian Xun replied without wavering.

Xu Tutu nodded slowly. “Okay, alright.”

At least he’d still have his freedom during the day.

Jian Xun rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning the house. Xu Tutu followed his movements with his eyes, all the while asking about work.

Jian Xun thought for a moment, then told him about the strange looks and affectionate smiles his colleagues had been giving him.

Xu Tutu frowned. “Why? What did they ask? What did you say?”

“Nothing much, just about my relationship with the boss.” Jian Xun picked cat hair off the floor, then suddenly, on a whim, asked, “Brother Tutu, can you still turn into a cat like this?”

“Of course.”

Bang—

A massive tabby cat, nearly the size of a human, sprawled across the sofa. Cat hair drifted down through the air, landing right on the patch of floor Jian Xun had just mopped.

Jian Xun: “…”

He really shouldn’t have asked that question.

The huge tabby cat lay on its side, tail swishing as it stared at him. “Let’s get back to the topic.”

Jian Xun obediently told his eldest brother everything he knew.

“Your relationship doesn’t exactly look like that of a boss and employee,” Xu Tutu said. “You live at the boss’s house because you used to be his housekeeper—that’s understandable. But you ride in the boss’s car every day to and from work. Of course people are going to gossip.”

Jian Xun was baffled. “The boss is a nice guy. It’s just a side thing.”

“He can’t just keep doing that every single day.” Xu Tutu peeled an orange and popped a slice into his mouth. “What kind of boss waits for his employee to go home with him, both to and from work?”

Xu Tutu wasn’t just exaggerating. Every time he accidentally rode the same elevator as the boss at his own company, it felt like the sky was falling. Who would want to see the boss twice a day—commuting both ways?

If he didn’t know that Jian Xun’s boss was also his poop scooper, he’d honestly think the guy was a masochist.

“I don’t wait every day.” Jian Xun thought carefully. Something about it did feel off.

“Exactly.” Xu Tutu looked satisfied. “So just stagger your hours with his.”

Jian Xun thought for a moment and nodded. “Okay.”

That night, Jian Xun lay in bed scrolling on his phone, checking possible routes. He could ride his bike to the main entrance, then take the bus to the subway. After changing lines, he could get off, transfer to another bus, and ride two more stops to reach the office—a total of about an hour.

If he started from Xu Tutu’s house, he wouldn’t need a bike. There was a bus stop right downstairs; he could ride one stop to the subway, then follow the same transfer route. The commute time would be about the same.

Still, it felt so far.

Jian Xun cleared his mind, turned over, and opened Taobao. What he needed now was a bicycle.

Ludao Garden, study.

Shang Xuci set down his coffee cup and glanced toward the door. No one was there—not even a cat.

He carried the empty cup to the cat room, but there was no sign of Sui Sui.

In the living room, he poured himself another glass of water and asked the housekeeper, “Where’s Jian Xun?”

“He went home.”

“Home?” Shang Xuci frowned slightly, his fingers absently rubbing the delicate porcelain cup. He remembered that Jian Xun had no relatives, barely enough money for rent, and had been living in the Ludao Garden staff dormitory. Now he suddenly had a home?

Shang Xuci lowered his eyes, silent.

---

Shang Xuci’s body stiffened.

The young man patted his back twice, reassuringly.

Jian Xun quickly returned to his seat, his thick eyelashes trembling. His neck flushed red as he turned his head to look out the window and muttered, “I can hug Sui Sui when we get home.”

The red light turned green, and Shang Xuci started the car.

Jian Xun stole a glance at the man. He was looking straight ahead, not blaming him for his recent transgression, his face expressionless. Jian Xun was deeply concerned and about to say something when a voice came from beside him.

Shang Xuci pursed his lips and spoke softly. “Just pity?”

Jian Xun was startled by the question and quickly shook his head. “No.”

Another red light, and the car stopped. Shang Xuci leaned slightly to the side, staring at him intently. “Then what is it?”

Jian Xun suddenly grew nervous. Of course, he couldn’t say that he was Sui Sui, that their relationship wasn’t just superior and subordinate. And he was too embarrassed to admit that he simply felt sorry for him. His head felt like it was about to explode. “I… I just want to hug you.” It took him a long time to squeeze out those words.

Shang Xuci looked at him—head bowed, hands fiddling with the seatbelt, his little gestures exactly like Sui Sui’s—and waited patiently for him to finish.

Jian Xun said softly, “Although I don’t know your father, I know you. You’re not cold-blooded. You gave Sui Sui a home. How can someone who loves cats be cold-blooded?”

“Mm. What else?”

“The boss treats his employees very well. You come to and leave work on time, and you even give high overtime pay, with plenty of benefits and a good salary. You’re also straightforward and generous. You’ve even given a small assistant like me a 500 yuan raise several times. You’re not cold-hearted at all, okay?”

Jian Xun, as if addicted to praising him, stole a glance at the man and noticed the faintest quirk of his lips. Encouraged, he continued happily: “Boss, you’re handsome, well-educated, from a good family, and you have long legs. You’re self-disciplined, you don’t play around with girls, and you focus on your own life. You have your own career… and you even have a super handsome lion cat. Your life is amazing!”

He sighed sincerely. “If people in the business world treat you badly, that’s because they’re blind. There will always be people who treat you sincerely, for your whole life.”

Shang Xuci, flattered by his words, couldn’t help the smile that reached his brows. He asked, “And who will treat me well for the rest of my life?”

“Sui Sui!” Jian Xun answered matter-of-factly. A cat ear popped out from his head and twitched, but he didn’t notice. “No one loves you more than Sui Sui. People may betray, but cats never will!”

As if making an oath, Jian Xun clasped his hands earnestly. His other furry ear also appeared.

Shang Xuci’s breathing quickened. He took a deep breath and said slowly, “You seem to know my cat very well?”

“I… I… cats are just like that!” Jian Xun stammered. “Even though I don’t have much contact with Sui Sui, I can tell Sui Sui really likes you!”

The second half of his sentence rang with certainty.

Shang Xuci gave him a meaningful look, his gloomy mood gradually lifting.

…

Ludao Garden.

Seeing Shang Xuci go upstairs to the cat house, Jian Xun quickly slipped back into his room and transformed into a cat. He trotted upstairs, eagerly throwing himself into Shang Xuci’s arms and meowing coquettishly.

That night, man and cat shared the same bed—and Shang Xuci dreamed.

A tall man sat in a wheelchair, shoulders broad, waist narrow, back straight, his bearing striking.

He had a pair of long legs he couldn’t use, still clearly unaccustomed to the wheelchair.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, filled with clinking glasses and bursts of laughter.

The hallway, by contrast, was silent, broken only by the click of high heels and the murmurs of escorts.

“Isn’t the Second Young Master here today? I haven’t seen him in ages. This is his home, yet he’s not showing up? I’d really like to see him.”

“You didn’t hear? He was in a car accident—injured badly. He’s probably still recovering.”

“He’s so handsome, but it’s really tragic. Didn’t he go blind not long ago? And now this. His legs are completely useless. He’ll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”

“Yeah, blind and disabled—so pitiful.”

“Right, that’s why it makes sense Miss Jiang broke off the engagement. Who would want to marry a cripple?”

Another woman added, “And a blind cripple.”

“The eldest young master will inherit in the future, won’t he?”

“Of course. How could the business be handed to a blind man who can’t even read?”

“… “

The room was pitch black. A hand slipped from the doorknob, fumbling toward the wheelchair. The man bumped into a table, let out a low groan, and steadied himself.

His calves were numb, but his thighs burned with searing pain.

Alone, he groped for his phone and called his family doctor. Before help arrived, he fainted from the pain. When he woke again, only his housekeeper was at his side.

Expressionless, he asked, “Where’s Shang Wei?”

The housekeeper replied, “He went to a concert with the young master.”

The man’s heart sank.

His legs felt unbearably heavy, as if filled with lead, and sharp pain cut through them like a saw.

Shang Xuci’s forehead was drenched with sweat. He woke instantly from the nightmare, gasping for breath. Throwing back the blanket, he examined his legs.

They were whole.

They moved freely, muscles strong and toned. His brain responded, his legs flexing with ease.

“Meow?” The big cat tilted its head, startled as its “bed” suddenly rose beneath it. It tucked its paws in and looked up, its sky-blue eyes meeting the man’s.

The man’s expression was grim. His brows furrowed slightly, his thin lips paler than usual. A closer look revealed the sheen of sweat on his face.

Something was wrong.

Was it a nightmare?

He saw Shang Xuci reach out to touch his calf, then his thigh. Startled, the cat quickly leapt off his lap, meowing at him.

Did I crush you?

The white cat sat upright and let out a soft meow, thinking its weight had numbed the man’s legs. Guilt flickered in its eyes as its head drooped, ears flattened in confusion.

Sensing Sui Sui’s dejection, Shang Xuci reached out and stroked the cat’s head. “It has nothing to do with you,” he said gently.

When Shang Xuci lay back down, the cat perked up again. It scurried over to his legs, resting its front paws on them, gaze firm and determined.

Sui Sui No. 1 Masseur—activated!

The cat first kneaded the man’s chest lightly, watching for his reaction. Shang Xuci was absorbed in his phone, completely unaware.

The cat continued its massage, this time applying the perfect amount of pressure, instinctively finding the right acupuncture points.

It didn’t just knead—the motions varied. Sometimes it patted with open paws, sometimes pressed with the soft pads, sometimes pushed firmly. Every touch was filled with care and concentration.

As the massage deepened, its paw pads tapped rhythmically against his legs, like a gentle, playful melody, each stroke grazing over tense muscles.

Shang Xuci, chatting with Gu Ming, finally noticed the cat’s intent focus. His heart softened instantly. The phantom pain and pressure in his legs seemed to ease beneath Sui Sui’s touch.

His Sui Sui was truly a treasure.

Setting his phone aside, Shang Xuci rubbed his temples. Was it because he hadn’t seen Shang Wei for so long? He had actually dreamed of Shang Wei’s first life as a cripple. The pain he’d felt upon waking hadn’t seemed real.

Memories stirred. Around this time in his last life, his grandmother’s accident had occurred. Back then, he had been too busy with work, waiting until the company was more stable before handling personal matters. But Grandma and Sui Sui should always come first.

Daylight gradually broke. Shang Xuci lingered in bed, cuddling the cat for a while. When the alarm went off, he saw a message from his grandmother. Rising, he told the cat, “Sui Sui, I’m taking you to Grandma’s today.”

Cat: !

But today isn’t the weekend!

He has to go to work!

Jian Xun hurried out of the bedroom and returned to his own room with a sigh.

He had accumulated some intimacy points over the past few days, but since the plot hadn’t progressed, he didn’t dare use them recklessly. As long as Shang Xuci didn’t call him and didn’t restrict the cat’s freedom, he preferred not to use a body double. Now, with the boss taking him along to Grandma’s house, he was torn.

Will I get fired if I take just one day off?

Although he had a good relationship with his boss, Jian Xun sighed as he thought of Fu Qian, who was always watching him from the sidelines.

Knock, knock—

The housekeeper’s voice came from outside the door: “Xiao Xun, the boss said you don’t need to go to the company today. You have the day off.”

Jian Xun: “!!”

The shock left him stunned for two full seconds before he blurted, “Okay, got it!”

After the housekeeper’s footsteps faded, Jian Xun rolled around on the bed in delight.

Before long, a large, energetic white cat padded gracefully out of the room.

Upstairs, Shang Xuci was watching the screen. The boy stripped naked and transformed into a cat. The cat then carried his clothes to the bed, folded them neatly, hopped down, opened the door, and walked out…

Shang Xuci’s fingers froze on his Buddhist beads, his eyes trembling. He tapped the tablet twice, then pulled out his phone to send a message to the housekeeper—

[Remove the surveillance cameras I previously activated.]

Just then, a chubby cat darted past his feet, leaping onto the bench with a comb in its mouth and pushing it toward him.

“Mia~”

Shang Xuci obliged and combed the cat.

The stylist had trimmed Sui Sui’s scarf into a stylish, bold cut. A pigeon-blood ruby rested against his moon-white neck, making him look even more elegant and regal.

Grandma loved taking pictures of Sui Sui, always praising him as the most beautiful cat in the world. Only for photo sessions would she let the cat choose his own necklace. Without hesitation, Sui Sui chose the newest one. He pranced about happily in it, his tail puffed up like a dandelion, rustling as he moved.

Gu Residence.

Hearing the sound of a car pulling into the drive, Gu Zhen hurried out to the yard and reached for the cat in her grandson’s arms.

“Oh, Sui Sui, our little darling, why have you only come to see Grandma now? Let Grandma hold you and see if you’ve gotten heavier.”

The cat placed his paws on Gu Zhen’s shoulders and sniffed frantically. He remembered the old lady in the book—healthy on the outside, but in truth already battling cancer. It was still in its early stages, but progressing quickly.

Is Grandma okay?

Jian Xun inhaled her scent; the unpleasant odor was much weaker than before.

He remembered that around the time the big boss in the book faced trouble, his grandmother’s condition had already progressed to a late stage. Gu Zhen’s death had directly triggered Shang Xuci’s descent into darkness, marking the turning point of the tragic plot.

He had to find a way to make Shang Xuci take his grandmother to the hospital for examination and treatment.

The cat rested its forehead against the woman’s chin and meowed softly in greeting. It didn’t struggle or resist, obediently allowing her to hold and caress it.

“You’re so sweet.” She pinched the cat’s paw and added, “You’ve gotten a lot heavier.”

“It seems our Xiao Ci is taking good care of you.” When Gu Zhen first learned the cat was missing, she suspected her grandson had mistreated it and lost it. Later, seeing Shang Xuci’s haggard expression, she became certain her grandson truly loved Sui Sui.

Shang Xuci, carrying his belongings, watched his grandmother cuddle Sui Sui as she murmured to herself. He smiled and said, “If you like him, come home to see him. I’ll have someone pick you up.”

Gu Zhen shook her head. “I’m used to staying at home. I just like planting flowers and tending plants. When I’m bored, I play cards with some of the ladies nearby. I’m too lazy to bother with anything else. Just bring Sui Sui back to see me more often.”

“Okay.”

“Grandma, you still need to go for regular checkups. Gu Ming is back. I’ve already made an appointment for him. Remember to go to the hospital,” Shang Xuci said after a pause. “I’ll have someone make sure you go.”

The first thing Shang Xuci had done after emerging from the flower card tree was arrange for Gu Zhen to go to the hospital for a checkup. The results were the same as in his previous life: cancer, but still in the early stages and treatable with proper care. He breathed a sigh of relief. At last, there was meaning in starting over.

When Jian Xun heard this, his eyes widened. He hadn’t expected the boss to have already arranged an examination before he could act. He instantly felt relieved, hoping the same mistake would not repeat itself.

“Don’t worry, Grandma’s not a child. I remember to take my medicine,” Gu Zhen said with a smile. “And you—have you had any relapse?”

“I’m completely healed.”

Gu Zhen let out a breath of relief. “That’s wonderful.”

She lifted the cat, smiled at Jian Xun, and said, “Thanks to Sui Sui, Xiao Ci has regained his spirits. You must have suffered a lot out there during that time.”

The old woman’s expression was gentle, her voice soft. Even the way she held and caressed the cat was full of tenderness. Jian Xun felt as though he were soaking in a mountain spring, warmth and comfort welling up in his heart.

He chattered on, wanting to tell her about his experiences. His ears twitched as he scratched them unconsciously. At this moment, he wished he were human again.

“I’ll cook tonight. Come with me to buy groceries,” Gu Zhen said.

Shang Xuci: “Okay.”

“Also, don’t throw a birthday party for me. Let’s just celebrate together. Invite Gu Ming, and I’ll ask a few of my friends. We can simply spend the evening at home.”

“Whatever you say, Grandma.”

After being set down, Sui Sui began running around the house, inspecting the surroundings and checking every corner for potential dangers.

In the afternoon, Shang Xuci went grocery shopping with the old lady. Jian Xun, meowing nonstop, insisted on following. As soon as they entered the supermarket, he darted straight to the vegetable section.

Gu Zhen, startled, said, “You’ve taken Sui Sui to the supermarket often, haven’t you? Look how familiar he is with the place.”

It was a weekday, and at this hour the supermarket wasn’t crowded. On this floor, only the cashiers were on duty.

A large white cat glided gracefully between the few shoppers, tail held high, sapphire-clear eyes scanning the area like a noble inspecting his territory.

He reared up, resting his front paws on the vegetable shelves, scanning from left to right.

The vegetables varied in size, shape, and freshness. His nose twitched now and then as he sniffed to test their quality.

Suddenly, he caught a sweet scent. He gently pawed at a plump, red fruit. Curiosity gleamed in his eyes—it was red and round, just like his toy ball! No, wait. This wasn’t a toy. This was food!

His paw pads tingled with the urge to touch. He reached as far as he could, certain this must be delicious.

Turning around, the cat wagged his tail and called out to the two behind him.

Shang Xuci pushed the cart over, and the cat stretched out his paw to pat the fresh produce. The old lady picked up the tomato Sui Sui had chosen and compared it with the others. It was indeed the best in both color and freshness.

Gu Zhen exclaimed in delight, “Oh, Sui Sui really knows how to pick!”

She stroked the cat’s head, her face beaming. “Then we’ll eat Sui Sui’s selections today.”

Shang Xuci raised an eyebrow. He had taken Sui Sui to the supermarket before, but the cat had only been obsessed with the seafood section, never paying much attention to vegetables. He hadn’t realized his cat was such a discerning eater.

Praised, Jian Xun proudly raised his tail and leapt into the shopping cart. Each time they stopped in the produce section, the big white cat twisted his body with excitement, heating up the atmosphere.

When he spotted especially good ingredients, he jumped from the cart onto the counter, carefully avoiding the vegetables. He scampered over to the fresh carrots, sniffing them gently. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he stealthily extended his pink tongue and gave one a quick lick.

This taste!

This is it!

The cat nodded to himself, satisfied, and pushed the carrots he had “approved” into the shopping cart.

The old lady completely forgot about her own shopping, busy recording and photographing the cat on her phone. Shang Xuci trailed behind, picking up whatever the cat chose, his eyes full of affection.

The cat suddenly perked up when they reached the lush green spinach section. A pile of leaves overflowed from a basket, and Jian Xun, in a playful mood, couldn’t resist. Seeing the outer leaves swaying under the supermarket’s air-conditioning, he pawed them aside, lifted his butt high, and poked his head in to see what lay inside.

Gu Zhen and her grandson exchanged smiles, waiting for the cat to explore—until they saw a large mantis dangling from his mouth.

Gu Zhen: “…”

Shang Xuci: “…”

“Hey, we don’t want that,” Gu Zhen said, patting her chest.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of insects, but seeing a cute, pristine little cat holding such an unsightly bug was a bit unnerving.

Jian Xun noticed Shang Xuci’s expressionless face and instantly realized neither of them liked insects. With a sharp “pffft,” he spat the mantis onto the ground and patted the spinach he had chosen with his other paw, as if to say: This one’s fine.

By the time they’d finished in the vegetable section, the slightly tired cat reached out, asking to be carried.

Shang Xuci calmly pulled a wet wipe from his pocket. The cat obligingly extended his paw, letting him clean it. Once wiped, he couldn’t wait to snuggle into Shang Xuci’s arms to recharge his energy.

Shang Xuci lifted the cat’s hindquarters and settled him securely in the crook of his arm, making a mental note to increase the weight of his dumbbell workouts at the gym.

“Sui Sui is so clingy with you,” Gu Zhen sighed. From the way her grandson had pulled out the wipe so naturally, she could tell he did it often. He was a germaphobe, yet he still insisted on cuddling a cat. He truly loved him.

Hearing this, the cat puffed up with pride, beaming and cooing as he tilted his face, asking for a kiss.

The man swiftly covered the cat’s mouth.

Jian Xun: “?”

Then Shang Xuci said coolly, “Did you forget what you just had in that little mouth of yours?”

The cat froze in disbelief.

He despised him!

He despised the cat!

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The next day, a furry head poked out from under the covers as Sui Sui struggled to crawl out of the warm bed.

Stretching, Mao Mao yawned.

Going to work was so hard.

He ran to his room to change clothes, glanced at the time, and saw he was already half an hour later than usual. Hastily packing up, he rushed to the bedroom to wake Shang Xuci. Ever since becoming his assistant, the housekeeper had delegated this job to him—though the man’s own biological clock always woke him on time.

Jian Xun had a slice of toast from Uncle Zhao clamped in his mouth as he used both hands to push back the long hair hanging over his forehead, still tied in a loose, messy bun.

Hurrying with his head down, he bumped into the wall.

Shang Xuci, seeing how careless he was, reached out and grabbed his hand to steady him.

Jian Xun looked up anxiously. “Boss, I’m going to be late.”

Shang Xuci buttoned his shirt at a leisurely pace. “No rush. I’m not going to the company today.”

Jian Xun’s face fell—no ride! The boss didn’t need to clock in, but he did.

His perfect attendance!

He felt like crying, but before the tears could come, Shang Xuci said, “Come with me to Shang Group.”

His sadness vanished instantly, replaced with determination. “Is there anything I need to prepare?”

“Put on your clothes,” Shang Xuci replied calmly.

Jian Xun: ?!

Looking down, he realized he had put his shirt on backwards. His ears flushed red.

“I’ll go back to my room and change!”

But Shang Xuci grabbed him by the collar and tugged him back into his bedroom. “We’re in a hurry. Change here.”

Jian Xun glanced around the room, then at him. “Is that okay?”

Last time he’d come in to help make the bed, he’d been scolded.

Shang Xuci raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“Nothing. I’ll change!” Jian Xun quickly stripped and redressed, muttering under his breath. The last time he’d been here, that sullen, cold expression had left a lasting impression. And now, he was letting him in just like that?

So moody—but he didn’t dare say it aloud.

Shang Ye sat in the president’s office, his desk piled high with messy documents. The lights were dim as he flipped through two reports.

There were two gentle knocks at the door before Jiang Yuanqing slowly entered, tea in hand.

She had been busy with work lately, and the two of them hadn’t spent much time together. Whenever she did see him, it was always about work.

At first, Jiang Yuanqing had been delighted—nothing was better than having a boyfriend who trusted her and was willing to share his work with her. But over time, her excitement faded. She began to feel neglected, as if Shang Ye wasn’t as attentive as before. Recently, this had led to a cold war between them.

Now that she had finished filming her new drama, Jiang Yuanqing had plenty of free time. Thinking about the next acting project Shang Ye had planned for her—and the script he had tailored to her—she decided she needed to take the first step.

In any relationship, someone had to learn to compromise.

Shang Ye’s office was on a separate floor. Aside from the occasional employee who came up to report on work matters, there were hardly any visitors.

The silence broke with the sound of the door opening. Shang Ye looked up and saw Jiang Yuanqing.

“Why don’t you turn on the light?” she asked, placing the tea on his desk. She flicked on the light and turned back toward him—only to pause in surprise.

Dark circles shadowed his eyes, a scruffy beard covered his jaw, and the usual sparkle in his peach blossom eyes was gone. He looked utterly exhausted.

It was a side of him she had never seen before. The tall, handsome image she’d always held in her mind was replaced by a man worn down by fatigue.

Jiang Yuanqing’s gaze shifted to the messy sheets and clothes piled in the lounge next door. Pouring herself a glass of water, she asked casually, “Did you work overtime again last night?”

“Yeah.” Shang Ye took the cup from her, sipped, and asked, “How come you have time to come by today?”

“I’ve finished filming and will be joining the crew next month,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been at home this whole time.”

After Jiang Yuanqing and Shang Xuci had broken off their engagement, she had immediately moved into one of Shang Ye’s properties, and they began living together.

Shang Ye nodded. “Okay.”

Knock knock—

“Mr. Shang, the Second Young Master is here. He’s waiting for you in Reception Room 1907.”

“I understand.” Shang Ye rose and said to Jiang Yuanqing, “I have something to discuss today. Please wait here—we’ll have lunch together.”

“Okay,” she replied with a smile, following him into the lounge to help straighten his bow tie.

Once Shang Ye left, Jiang Yuanqing soon followed.

Conference room.

Shang Xuci sat leisurely, legs crossed, holding a cup of tea as he read the newspaper. His demeanor was effortlessly elegant. A young man stood quietly behind him.

Shang Ye approached with a smile. “You’re here?”

Shang Xuci lifted his gaze and asked calmly, “Father’s not here yet?”

Shang Ye glanced at his watch. Just as he was about to sit down on the sofa, his secretary leaned in and whispered something in his ear. His expression darkened. “Didn’t I tell them not to use the front door?”

“I’ll send someone to pick him up now.”

“Hurry.”

As soon as the secretary left, Shang Ye said, “Dad’s downstairs.”

The room instantly fell into an uneasy silence.

Jian Xun, still standing behind them, seemed lost in thought—uncertain how long he would be left standing there.

Shang Ye was the first to break the tension, steering the conversation toward recent events. Shang Xuci, whether intentionally or not, remarked, “The group seems to be in trouble lately. When I came in, I saw Xu Rong sitting at the deputy general manager’s desk… You’re in trouble and need me, aren’t you?”

“Wait until Dad gets here,” Shang Ye replied, his aura dimming noticeably.

Shang Ye was different from Shang Xuci. The latter had been raised under their grandfather’s guidance from a young age. Even if Shang Xuci had never worked at Shangjia later in life, he still had that foundation—and as a member of a major enterprise, he had learned much.

Shang Ye’s upbringing was another story. As a child, he endured a difficult life with Xu Rong. Even after joining Shangjia, he was careful not to overstep, living almost like an ordinary person and showing little interest in business.

That began to change in high school. The private school they attended was filled with the children of the wealthy and powerful, all at the height of their egos and competitiveness. When people learned that Shang Ye was from a rich family, he was constantly surrounded—men calling him “brother,” women vying to be his girlfriend. The thrill of what “money” could bring soon became addictive to him.

He understood perfectly well what those people wanted from him. At the time, he had nothing but the company of wealthy young men. Gradually, he began to grasp the importance of inheriting the family business. When he returned home, he would drop subtle hints to Xu Rong.

It was the perfect time. Shang Xu had resigned and left their grandfather’s house. The youngest son, Shang Yi—whom Xu Rong had pinned her hopes on—had shown no ambition, preferring art and pleasure over corporate power.

Moreover, Shang Ye’s care for his younger brother, coupled with his emerging ambition, convinced Xu Rong to prepare him for Shangshi. She began to whisper in Shang Wei’s ear, paving the way for Shang Ye’s future. Even so, it wasn’t until he started college that he was given the chance to intern at Shangshi Group.

To test him, the old man insisted he start from the grassroots level.

Having finally climbed to the top of the decision-making ranks, Shang Ye was already feeling the pressure—and now this was happening again…

Shang Xuci was a few years younger, and Shang Ye had been relieved when he first heard he was going to Yinfeng Entertainment. But then he joined New Domain, and his career took off. Now, Shang Ye felt hesitant to ask for help—especially since he had stolen his fiancée.

Another silence followed. Shang Ye’s gaze drifted to the newspaper in Shang Xuci’s hand, and his eyes caught a headline about the Shang Group’s stock market decline. He drew in a deep breath.

He was about to speak when the door opened.

Shang Wei entered with a stern expression. His secretary stepped out, pausing just long enough to wink at Jian Xun—who was too stunned to react. By the time he came to his senses, he heard Shang Xuci say, “He’ll stay right here.”

Shang Ye’s secretary left, and for a moment there were only four people in the room. But soon, he returned and whispered something into Shang Ye’s ear. Shang Ye quickly followed him out.

Once they were gone, Shang Xuci turned to Shang Wei. “Dad, did you call me here about the resort?”

Shang Wei was surprised at how directly he got to the point. He took out a document, set it on the desk, and fixed Shang Xuci with a cloudy gaze. “Grandpa doesn’t know about this yet, but in a few days, everyone will.”

He paused before continuing. “It’s no exaggeration to say that if the group keeps being drained like this, it will soon be in the red.”

Shang Xuci picked up the contract and skimmed through it. Having lived through this in his previous life, he knew the situation was far more serious than Shang Wei let on. Over the years, Shang Jue had gradually delegated his authority, and Shang Wei had already lost half the company’s assets—and not just because of the resort.

The contract bound Dabogong and the Shang Group tightly together. With poor management and someone leaking company secrets, if things continued like this, the Shang Group would eventually be acquired.

“So you knew about that too,” Shang Xuci said slowly, taking a sip from his teacup.

“It seems you already understand part of the situation. You and I both know Shang Ye’s capabilities, but he’s still too inexperienced. As for you…” Shang Wei’s gaze sharpened. “I believe you have the ability and the means to lead the group through this crisis.”

Shang Xuci scoffed. “You think too highly of me.”

Shang Wei didn’t flinch. “I know you’re not interested in joining the Shang Group because your grandfather left the company to you. You’ve run New Domain so well. If your company can—”

“That’s enough. I understand what you mean.” Shang Xuci cut him off. “New Domain isn’t solely my responsibility. If you want to resolve the debt crisis, sell me your shares.”

“You want shares?” Shang Wei asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Shang Xuci replied evenly.

“Fine, I’ll give you a portion.” But Shang Wei wasn’t satisfied. He wanted Shang Xuci to offer a plan. “Do you know anything else?”

“That’s a different price,” Shang Xuci said coldly.

Shang Wei’s expression soured instantly. He was the father here, and this time he had swallowed his pride and sent someone to help resolve a difficult situation. He’d already offered shares—what more could Shang Xuci possibly want?

“You tell me first. I want to see if it’s worth it.”

“The company has ended up like this, and there’s someone who can’t be ignored. Go check,” Shang Xuci scoffed. “My dear stepmother.”

“Impossible,” Shang Wei said flatly.

He knew Xu Rong’s abilities—or so he believed. She was a mere figurehead as executive vice president, rarely coming to the company, too busy with her own entertainment business. How could she have the cunning or ability to carry out such a thankless, destructive scheme?

Besides, Xu Rong was part of the Shang family, and Shang Yi was her most beloved son. Even for Shang Yi’s sake, she would never destroy the company.

She was the person he had gone to great lengths to bring into the company, despite fierce opposition. If she was at fault, then so was he.

He could not doubt Xu Rong.

Shang Xuci immediately saw through what the stunned Shang Wei was thinking. “I just told you to investigate her, and you won’t? You know what Xu Rong has done. She’s cuckolded you more than once, hasn’t she? And you’re still defending her?”

He spoke slowly, each word deliberate. “Do you have a cuckold fetish?

“Or is it that you’ve grown old, your body’s been drained, and your mind is starting to go soft?”

Shang Wei’s mind reeled, and fury surged. “You bastard! How dare you curse your father? Is this how Shen Tianlei taught you to speak?”

He forgot the situation entirely, clinging to his battered dignity as a father and unleashing a barrage of curses.

“If I’d known, I’d never have kept you…” Shang Wei spat in rage—then lost control completely.

“When your mother died, you should have died with her!”

Jian Xun, silent until now, widened his eyes in shock. How could a father curse his own son like that?

He couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring his own status, he stepped forward to defend Shang Xuci. “He’s the best! The best in the world! If you don’t like him, there are others who do!”

“That’s no way to ask for help. You’re just asking to be scolded! I think you’re the bad guy!” Jian Xun grabbed Shang Xuci’s hand angrily. “Shang… Boss, let’s go!”

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Shang Wei barked, only now noticing the other person in the room. This nobody dared to lecture him? He glared furiously—only for Shang Xuci, who had already stood, to calmly pull Jian Xun behind him and meet Shang Wei’s gaze with a cold, unyielding stare.

Seeing his father’s composure break, his dignity in tatters, Shang Xuci found it almost laughable. He could tolerate being scolded, but not when his grandfather was dragged into it. With one sentence, he shut Shang Wei down.

“In that case, there’s no need to talk. Go ask Grandpa.”

He strode past Shang Wei, pausing briefly before moving on.

“…Lawless!” Shang Wei growled, still fuming.

When the room finally emptied and he was alone, Shang Wei’s anger slowly cooled—replaced by regret.

They had been talking so well, and yet it had ended like this.

…

Inside the car, Jian Xun sat sullenly in the passenger seat.

Seeing him even angrier than himself, Shang Xuci reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a piece of chocolate, and pressed it into his hand.

Jian Xun held the chocolate, looking at him aggrievedly. “He said that about you—aren’t you angry?”

He had been watching Shang Xuci, calm and composed, as if nothing could shake his mood. But Jian Xun was different. Hearing Shang Wei speak of Shang Xuci that way had made his chest ache with anger—and he’d wanted to cry.

The boy’s beautiful eyes were tinged red, his delicate features softening. Meeting those misty, water-bright eyes, Shang Xuci felt his throat go dry. He moved his lips and said, “I’m used to it.”

There had been worse things in his past life; he had endured them all. Back then, he’d long since given up on Shang Wei. But now, things were different—he had found something worth cherishing.

Being angry at those people wasn’t worth it.

The car slowed to a stop at the curb as the green light turned red.

A small white lion cat darted across the road.

Jian Xun spotted it too and exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a lion cat!”

Then he turned toward Shang Xuci, whose hands remained firmly on the steering wheel, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

Shang Xuci’s gaze shifted from the cat to Jian Xun, his deep voice turning hoarse. “I suddenly want to hold Sui Sui right now.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a warm embrace wrapped around him. The young man’s voice was as soft as spring water, clear and melodious.

“Is this okay?”

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