The little kitten, exhausted after playing, waited until Shang Xuci went to the study, then climbed onto the coffee table and tapped away at the tablet: [Price of cat toys].
For the ones he knew, he searched directly by name; for the ones he didn’t, he looked up what toys other cats were playing with. After an hour, Jian Xun had a rough idea in his heart.
These are going to cost so much… The little kitten stretched out his paws and lowered his head to count. After going through the numbers once, he realized he didn’t have enough paws to keep track, so he waddled in tiny, bouncy steps toward the study.
“Meow~”
I’m coming in.
Hearing the cat’s voice, Shang Xuci glanced over. Furry ears peeked in and twitched back and forth as they squeezed through the crack in the door. He pressed his lips together and returned his gaze to the gilded red invitation on his desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes lowered slightly, his expression unreadable—but the displeasure from moments earlier ebbed away like the tide at the sound of the kitten’s soft, warm mewl.
Xu Rong really had some nerve, sending him an invitation so eagerly—afraid he wouldn’t come?
Shang Xuci picked up a thick book and pressed it over the invitation before lowering his head to look back at the cat.
The little white cat padded into the study on tiptoe, walking slowly to the man’s feet. Spotting his cool open-toed slippers, he beamed inwardly—ten more toes to count!
But before he could be happy for even two seconds, a fair, slender, well-defined hand landed on the back of his neck.
Meow?
With a gentle roll, the kitten exposed his soft, supple, snowy-white belly. Shang Xuci brushed his fingertips over it—round and plump, clearly well-fed.
Jian Xun savored this rare moment of initiative, closing his eyes in contentment—only for the hands to leave after a few seconds.
Meow?
Not petting anymore?
That’s just perfunctory!
The little white cat got up, dissatisfied, and rubbed against Shang Xuci’s leg. Just as he touched him, though, a very important thought popped into his mind—
Wait, how many had I counted just now?!
That day, Shen Huan brought the most well-behaved American Shorthair from his home to play at Shang Xuci’s place.
It was Jian Xun’s first time seeing an unfamiliar cat in his territory at home. His territorial instincts made him reluctant to engage, so he crouched inside a cardboard box and didn’t come out.
Shen Huan went off to look for his cousin, leaving only the two cats in the living room.
The American Shorthair was famously an extrovert at home, and immediately followed the scent trail straight to the box.
“You’re Sui Sui?” the American Shorthair called out, patting the side of the box. “Come out and play with me—otherwise, I’m going to play with your toys.”
At his words, a pair of cat ears popped up over the top of the box, followed by round eyes swiveling curiously.
“I see you! Come out and play!”
The little white cat stepped out cautiously.
“You’re still this timid at home? I’m not here to steal your territory—I’m a guest, you know?” The American Shorthair gave him a sidelong glance and raised his voice deliberately.
Seeing there was no hostility, the little white cat relaxed his guard.
The American Shorthair flicked his tail in satisfaction when the other finally emerged. The two cats sniffed each other in greeting, and then the American Shorthair took the lead in striking up a conversation.
He’d been wanting to see what the “good kitty” his mom always talked about looked like. She mentioned Sui Sui’s good behavior so often that he felt like he’d wear his claws down from hearing it.
Jian Xun also knew this was his “big boss” cousin’s cat. Last time, Shen Huan had shown him a photo on the tablet—this cat’s name was Shen Xin, ranked second in his household’s hierarchy, which was the same position Jian Xun held in his own.
The two cats started chatting about their humans.
“What! You’ve never slept in the same bed with your human!?” Shen Xin’s expression was like he’d seen a ghost, his whole body bristling in shock.
The little white cat lowered his gaze shyly. “Mostly… I just don’t get the chance to go into the bedroom.”
“What! You’ve never even been inside your human’s bedroom?!” Shen Xin’s jaw dropped even further.
“Oh my god, he must not like you,” Shen Xin concluded—only to realize a moment later that he’d probably said the wrong thing.
The little white cat drooped, staring down at his paws.
Then he suddenly lifted his head.
“Meow!”
That’s not true at all—Big Boss bought him so, so many toys!
“Alright, alright, I was just talking. Don’t take it to heart,” Shen Xin hurried to comfort him when he saw the downcast look. “After all, if humans cling to a cat too much, it’s not pleasant for the cat either.”
Jian Xun: ??
What’s that supposed to mean?
Shen Xin sighed. “Every day when I get home, I’m scooped up into the air for kisses and cuddles.”
Jian Xun was amazed. “Wow, that’s so nice!”
Shen Xin quickly added, “And then I get held in her arms, laid across her lap, petted nonstop, my fur sniffed, and the fur I’ve groomed myself gets ruffled so she can brush it all over again… And at night she ‘turns cards’ to decide whose room she’ll sleep in.”
After speaking, he quickly added, “Oh, our house is really big. Every cat has its own room. The bedrooms are only a little smaller than this living room of yours.”
Jian Xun’s swishing tail stopped mid-motion. He quickly scanned the living room, making a comparison. “Wow, your family must be really rich. That means you live a pretty comfortable life.”
“It’s alright,” Shen Xin continued counting off his human’s habits. “When she brushes my fur, she talks in baby talk. When she plays with me, she has to act cutesy. When she’s feeling down, she pets me and giggles like an idiot. When she’s cleaning the litter box, she hums songs and smells the stinky stuff…”
“The worst is bath time! Cats hate baths, but she still tricks us into going!”
Out of everything he said, that was the one thing Jian Xun could truly relate to. He nodded hard, speaking earnestly: “Exactly! Cats hate baths the most. You get all wet, and it takes forever to lick yourself dry.”
Pat, pat.
Shen Xin exposed his solid belly and slapped it in protest. “Look at this! Look at it! Do you see how fat I’ve gotten?”
“Wherever she goes, we have to follow. And she randomly picks us up for hugs and kisses—it’s so annoying!!” Shen Xin finished with a hopeless scratch at his ears. Today, he’d just been unlucky enough not to hide well and got picked as the “lucky cat” to be brought over. He didn’t really like sticking to Shen Huan, but getting out for some fresh air and seeing what the so-called “good kitty” looked like was something he could live with.
Jian Xun had never experienced that kind of “annoyance.” In fact, if it were him, he couldn’t even imagine what a lively, cheerful cat he’d become!
So jealous!
With every sentence Shen Xin said, Jian Xun would respond with an “Ah!” or a “Wow!” and give sincere comments, offering plenty of emotional support. In his mind, he kept going over all the good things Shang Xuci had done for him, always ready to chime in—thinking, It’s my turn now, my turn! Once you’re done, I’ll talk about all the nice things Big Boss does for his cat!
His cat treats, his cat toys, his cat necklace…
But before he could speak, Shen Xin, having said everything he wanted, happily trotted over to the water bowl to lap up a drink. Without giving Jian Xun a chance to bring up a similar topic, he lifted a paw to block the little white cat’s mouth, shook his head, and said, “You don’t need to say anything. Cats just understand.”
From this visit alone, he felt genuinely sorry for Jian Xun. It was bad enough his home was small, but to not even be loved by his family? Sigh… what a hard life.
Jian Xun: “…”
Shen Xin said, “Let’s talk about something else.”
Jian Xun licked his lips and glanced at the American Shorthair’s rear, asking curiously, “Your owner treats you pretty well—has she taken you to the hospital for surgery?”
Shen Xin instinctively tucked his tail, his tone suddenly flaring with anger. “How can you ask something like that?!”
With that, he ignored Jian Xun completely.
Jian Xun looked utterly confused.
Why is he angry? Shang Xuci took him to the hospital for shots and to check his legs—it really hurt!
He was just honestly curious whether other owners who spoiled their cats would also do things like that.
After all, from Shen Xin’s description, it sounded like Shen Huan really listened to her cats.
So if the little kitten didn’t want an injection, would she not take them for it?
The two cats were on completely different wavelengths—Jian Xun’s question was pure curiosity, but Shen Xin thought he was talking about that surgery: neutering.
Every cat in Shen Xin’s home was male, and it was a shared pain among them—an unspoken topic they all avoided. Still, they couldn’t help envying and resenting those cats who got to be fathers and have mates.
And now there was yet another—Shang Sui Sui.
Shen Xin instinctively glanced at the little white cat’s bell, but unfortunately, the other was sitting on the ground in a way that hid it from view.
Of course—Jian Xun would never casually show the bare patch of fur on his rear to another cat.
He’d get laughed at.
The little white cat reached out a paw to lightly scratch the American Shorthair’s foreleg and asked softly, “Wanna play with cat toys?”
Shen Xin flicked his tail. “I know how to play with all of them.”
He didn’t need Jian Xun to teach him—he handled the cat tree with ease, ran on the wheel like a pro, and showed off multiple ways of playing with balls. Jian Xun could only watch, wide-eyed with amazement.
After finishing his little workout, Shen Xin walked over with elegant steps, looking at Jian Xun the way a noble might look at a commoner—calm and aloof. His family had all of these things, and an entire floor on the third story was dedicated to cat toys. If it weren’t for worrying about hurting the younger cat’s pride, he would have happily given a detailed introduction to his treasured collection.
Of course, if one day the little white cat came over as a guest, he’d be more than willing to share his toys.
Shen Xin had been about to say something more when, from the corner of his eye, he saw the study door open. The familiar footsteps didn’t even need a glance to identify—he darted up the cat tree and hid inside the little wooden house, his bright eyes fixed on Shen Huan as she walked over.
Humming a tune, Shen Huan came out of the room. Her eyes lit up instantly when she saw the little white cat, and she went straight over to scoop him up. “Sui Sui, my adorable Sui Sui—come, let Auntie give you a kiss.”
She puckered her lips to kiss the kitten’s cheek, but Jian Xun blocked her with his paw.
Shen Huan froze for a moment, then pursed her lips again to kiss his chest.
“Meow-woo.”
Jian Xun once more pressed his paw against her mouth.
Shen Xin couldn’t take it anymore—he came out, furious, and started scolding her in cat language.
“Meow! Woooo—” The drawn-out growl carried warmth but also displeasure.
How could you kiss another cat right in front of me?!
Caught in the act!
Shen Huan looked embarrassed at being busted by her second “son.” She quickly put down Jian Xun and picked Shen Xin up instead.
“Baby, Mommy just didn’t see you there. Come here, let’s have a kiss.”
Shen Xin turned his rear toward her in refusal.
He didn’t want her kisses at all.
After being forcibly scooped into Shen Huan’s arms, Shen Xin made the exact same “no kisses” gesture as Jian Xun.
“Alright, fine—no kisses then.” After two defeats, Shen Huan sat down on the sofa to pet the cats, freeing one hand to beckon to Jian Xun. “Sui Sui, come sit here. This is your second brother, too.”
Jian Xun glanced at her but didn’t respond. Instead, he looked toward the study—Big Boss didn’t seem to have any intention of coming out for now. When he looked back at Shen Huan, she had already taken out her phone to start taking photos.
She also reached into her bag and pulled out the gifts she’d brought for Jian Xun—
Three little outfits and various cat accessories.
Jian Xun’s attention shifted toward her, curiosity piqued by the items she was taking out.
“Come here, Auntie has presents for you.”
She kept calling Sui Sui over until Jian Xun couldn’t resist anymore and obediently hopped onto the sofa.
This time, Shen Xin didn’t get jealous. He even “gave” his mom over, hopping onto the cat tree to sit back and watch the show.
Her toolkit and tripod were already out—clearly, she was planning to dress the cat up and film a video.
He himself didn’t particularly like wearing clothes or being around that strange mechanical device. Better to let the “good kitty” enjoy this blessing.
It was Jian Xun’s first time wearing cat clothes, and it was a strange experience. He didn’t struggle and let Shen Huan handle him—after all, even cats should love beauty.
He only had one condition: Shen Huan must not look at his rear!
Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice. Seeing that Sui Sui wasn’t resisting—in fact, even lifting his paws to cooperate—she was overjoyed and sped up the dressing process.
Within minutes, a little kitty in a lavish dress had been born!
Around his neck was a genuine pearl necklace, and on his head, a white bow matching the dress.
Another outfit was modeled after the female cat from Tom and Jerry, complete with a large blue bow at the back of the collar.
Of course, it wasn’t all dresses—there were also clothes for male cats.
Beauty and handsomeness coexisted perfectly on the lion cat.
The little white lion cat’s soft fur gleamed under the light, and the delicate dress, adorned with flowers, contrasted sharply with his clean, fluffy coat. His sapphire eyes were deep and mysterious, sparkling with a liveliness that seemed to read one’s heart.
His ears twitched slightly as he gazed at the camera, as if listening to a conversation—playful and charming. His stunning looks made it impossible to look away; every blink and flick of his tail carried irresistible allure.
Jian Xun simply sat there quietly, noble and elegant.
Shen Huan was over the moon, snapping away with her camera from every possible angle and position. She didn’t even need the little white cat to pose deliberately—he only needed to sit there.
“Ahhh, Sui Sui, you’re so beautiful—look over here at Auntie.”
She swapped his outfits and kept shooting like crazy.
Finally, she pulled out her own cat necklace box and let Sui Sui pick one.
Without hesitation, Jian Xun chose the “most expensive-looking” one.
Shen Huan paused for two seconds—wait… that was just something she’d randomly bought on Pinduoduo for cheap.
But since Sui Sui seemed to like it so much, she didn’t interfere.
When Shang Xuci came out to pour some water, he saw Jian Xun standing on the sofa, all four paws together, head held high and perfectly still, eyes half-closed in pride—showing off the massive gold chain around his neck to the camera.
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