President 3
Sensing the change in his surroundings, Tang Xi slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was an interior with a distinct European-style decor.
A grand garden, a massive villa, an extravagant fountain.
Tang Xi had only ever seen such things on TV.
This was clearly a wealthy area—sparsely populated but impeccably maintained. The flowers and greenery were carefully trimmed, and even the cars that occasionally passed by were all high-end luxury models in high demand.
“You’re back. Would you like me to prepare the dinner?” A silver-haired butler in a neatly pressed tailcoat stood at the entrance to greet them.
He Wang initially wanted to say no, but after glancing down at the curious little kitten in his hands, he changed his mind: “Yes. Prepare some goat milk too.”
He had never raised such a small creature before and wasn’t sure how to feed it. On the way home, he had quickly looked it up on his phone and learned that this type of kitten could drink goat milk.
Following his gaze, the butler also noticed Tang Xi.
A small, fluffy ball of fur—completely out of sync with the cold, sharp-featured man holding it.
Tang Xi, now a kitten, politely greeted him: “Meow!” Hello.
Even after serving the He family for most of his life and achieving an almost unshakable calm, the butler couldn’t help but be momentarily startled.
However, his professional training quickly took over, and he swiftly composed himself before heading off to arrange dinner.
Meanwhile, He Wang went straight upstairs to the master bedroom on the second floor, placing the little kitten onto the bed.
Then, as if no one else were present, he began changing his clothes.
Strictly speaking, there was indeed no one else in the room.
Except for a small golden British Shorthair.
But Tang Xi wasn’t just an ordinary kitten. His attention was instantly drawn to the man’s sudden movements, and his natural feline curiosity made him stare, eyes unblinking.
Of course, the villain’s physique was top-tier—solid muscles and defined lines, a sight that was undeniably pleasing to the eye.
As He Wang stripped off his outer clothes, which were stained with a bit of blood and dust, he caught sight of the small golden fluff ball on the bed and let out a low chuckle: “Heh, little pervert.”
“Meow meow meow?!” Who are you calling pervert?!
Tang Xi snapped back to his senses, meowing in protest. He felt a little guilty—he had been staring just now.
But appreciating beauty wasn’t something only humans could do! Even as a kitten, he had his own sense of aesthetics, okay? It was just pure admiration…
1551 burst into laughter as well:[Hahaha, pervert cat!]
[Do you believe I won’t turn you into a cat toy the moment I return to the system space?!]
Without another word, 1551 disappeared.
He Wang glanced at the little kitten sulking on the bed, deliberately turning its head away. This cat was far too intelligent. A cat appearing out of nowhere and coincidentally waking him from unconsciousness was already strange enough. But now, its reactions were… almost too perceptive.
As if it could understand human speech.
Tang Xi’s short, stubby tail flicked behind him in irritation, completely unaware that He Wang had begun to take note of his unusual behavior.
Just as he was still fuming, he was suddenly scooped up.
He Wang looked at the tiny bundle in his arms and spoke seriously: “Thank you for today. From now on, I’ll take care of you.”
It was a statement, not a question. This president was used to making unilateral decisions—even towards a cat.
But his tone was surprisingly sincere.
It didn’t sound like a casual promise made to a pet at all.
Well, since you’re rich, I’ll allow you to be my personal poop-scooper.
Tang Xi let out a lazy meow in response, as if granting permission.
Luckily, President He was at least aware that if Tang Xi hadn’t woken him up, he would’ve been stuck there indefinitely. His leg would’ve been completely ruined from being trapped for so long—there’s no way he’d be standing here, full of energy, calling an innocent little kitten a pervert cat.
Thinking of this, Tang Xi flicked his small tail against He Wang’s wrist in dissatisfaction.
As a golden British Shorthair, his tail was, of course, golden as well, with a few black rings near the tip, almost like a tiny decorative band. It looked undeniably cute.
He Wang glanced down at his wrist, where the soft, fluffy tail had lightly smacked him. It tickled.
And oddly enough… something in his heart tickled too.
A strange impulse stirred within him.
At this moment, he didn’t yet know that this impulse had a name—the overwhelming urge to snuggle a cat.
Even though Tang Xi thought he was smacking He Wang’s wrist forcefully, to the man, it was nothing more than a light, gentle tap.
After a brief moment of thought, He Wang reached out and rubbed the tip of the little tail: “Don’t act spoiled.”
“Meow meow meow?!” Excuse me?!
Tang Xi was furious. He decided he wouldn’t respond to this human anymore! But he also didn’t want to bother walking on his own, so he simply stayed curled up in He Wang’s hand.
Even when he was brought downstairs and placed on the large dining table, he deliberately turned his back to He Wang, tail hanging down and swaying in irritation.
1551 took in the entire scene and suddenly began worrying about the mission’s progress.
Had it miscalculated?
This little cat—who had seemed so impressive in the system space—was actually just a pampered little drama queen?!
How had he become so fussy in front of He Wang? He was even too lazy to walk on his own!
He Wang didn’t understand why the little cat suddenly became unhappy again, but fortunately, the butler arrived just in time with some goat milk.
Instinctively, He Wang tested the temperature of the milk before handing it over. He had never raised a cat before, but he at least knew that cat tongues were sensitive to heat.
As soon as Tang Xi caught the sweet scent of the goat milk, all his anger vanished in an instant.
Rubbing against He Wang, who was holding the milk, he meowed sweetly: “Meow meow meow~” Hurry up and give it to me!
Inwardly, 1551 silently added: This silly cat isn’t just spoiled, it’s also ridiculously easy to coax—just one look and you can tell it’s easy to fool.
If Tang Xi knew what 1551 was thinking, he would have scoffed and confidently explained that this was simply the result of years of experience in human society—using cuteness to trade for food.
After confirming that the goat milk wasn’t too hot, He Wang placed the small dish down.
The dish looked bigger than the tiny kitten itself.
Happily, Tang Xi lowered his head and began drinking, his little tongue lapping up the milk so enthusiastically that drops splattered onto his own face.
He looked both pitiful and adorable.
Seeing how content he was, He Wang watched for a moment before making a hand gesture, signaling that the human food could now be served.
The butler immediately pushed the cart forward and began placing dishes onto the dining table.
In an instant, seven or eight plates were laid out.
Catching the scent of meat, Tang Xi lifted his head from the milk, his pupils widening as he stared at the feast before him.
So this is the joy of being rich!
Tang Xi licked up the last drop of goat milk, meowing as he moved toward He Wang, his eyes locked onto the Wagyu beef in front of him.
Just as his little paw was about to hook the meat, a pair of large hands stopped him.
He Wang scooped up the lively kitten, who was bouncing around after finishing his milk. After wiping the splattered goat milk off his face, He Wang awkwardly patted the kitten’s belly, trying to check if he was full.
Tang Xi, unwilling to have his belly touched, struggled with all his might to escape the man’s hand.
“Meow meow meow!” You have the nerve to call me a little pervert?! You’re the real pervert here!
But to He Wang, the kitten’s tiny resistance was meaningless. He even took the opportunity to confirm the kitten’s gender.
With a thoughtful expression, he murmured: “A little male cat, huh?”
“Meow!” 1551, I just got groped by a pervert!
1551 comforted him: [This is all for the sake of earning points.]
Tang Xi was in disbelief: [I can’t believe this! You’re just a system obsessed with points! I’ve been violated, and all you care about is points?!]
1551 reflected for a moment, struggling to come up with a better way to console the distressed kitten.
Then, He Wang put Tang Xi down.
But instead of being sad or hissing at the man, Tang Xi immediately bolted toward the Wagyu beef again at full speed.
Meat! Meat is justice!
His lake-green eyes gleamed with pure, unfiltered desire for the delicious feast ahead.
1551, who had just carefully organized his words: …
I was too naive. A cat whose mind is filled with nothing but food is no more noble than a system obsessed with points.
He Wang, puzzled, blocked the kitten once again.
He had no idea what this little furball—whose belly was already slightly round—was trying to do.
The butler, unable to bear it, kindly reminded him: “Sir, I think he still wants to eat.” Specifically, that plate of premium Wagyu beef.
Well said, Grandpa Butler.
Tang Xi took a moment to shoot the butler an approving look.
He Wang studied the tiny kitten, who was baring his teeth and claws, desperately trying to bypass his hand to reach the meat. Then, without a hint of mercy, he picked him up and placed him on a nearby chair.
He firmly said, “You’ve had enough. You’re not allowed to eat anymore.”
Tang Xi stared at him in disbelief, letting out a protesting meow:
“Meow meow meow!” I’m not full! I can still eat!
Then, in his fury—he let out a tiny, unmistakable burp.
Tang Xi: …
1551: [……Yeah, you’re definitely full.]
And so, by the time He Wang finished his dinner, he was met with the sight of an adorably round, slightly puffed-up kitten—fur bristling in frustration.
It was easy to guess what had upset the little kitten. A hint of amusement flashed through He Wang’s eyes.
“I’ll let you have meat tomorrow.”
Tang Xi twitched his ears, pretending not to care.
“You can eat until you’re full.”
Tang Xi could no longer hold back—his tail tip swayed happily, and at last, he stopped turning his back on He Wang. His meows became sticky and affectionate again.
He Wang turned to the butler beside him: “Find a reliable vet to be this little one’s personal doctor—someone who can be on call at all times. Also, have them prepare his breakfast tomorrow.”
“Make sure there’s meat,” he added after a brief pause.
“Yes, sir.”
The butler could no longer hide his surprise. He had never expected this tiny kitten to hold such a significant place in his master’s heart—a man known for his indifference and aloof nature.
He still remembered when someone had tried to curry favor with He Wang by gifting him a rare and expensive dog. The moment the dog saw He Wang, it was so terrified that it lost control of its bladder. Even though the giver awkwardly insisted that the dog had been well-trained and had never acted this way before, He Wang was furious. He threw both the dog and its owner out—and even refused their business partnership.
It seemed he needed to warn the other household staff to be careful not to offend this kitten.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be as simple as just being fired.
Although most of the staff had already moved into the adjacent house—only coming over when necessary to clean or cook—there was still a chance that someone careless might cause trouble.
The butler made a mental note to add this matter to his list of priorities for the night.