Seeing the cat’s confident stance, Shang Xuci raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
“What, you can make all of those?”
The little cat puffed out his chest proudly, brimming with confidence.
What he didn’t know how to make, he could always learn.
Shang Xuci had no intention of making things difficult for a little kitten. With a face full of indulgence, he said warmly, “Just cook the way you like. As long as you make it, I’ll like it.”
Fish was fine, too.
Although… where had the little guy gotten the fish from? Did he catch it himself by the river?
They continued eating, and Shang Xuci didn’t say another word.
Jian Xun sat to the side, waiting to clear the dishes.
He hadn’t forgotten his plan — for now, the goal was to win over the big boss’s stomach!
Jian Xun opened up the panel in his mind and saw that their intimacy score had risen quite a bit. He hopped in delight, feeling light on his feet, and even the way he washed the dishes seemed filled with joy.
Shang Xuci leaned back in his chair, turning slightly to watch the busy little cat in the kitchen—
Stepping on a stool to wash dishes, putting away plates, tugging the dishcloth, wiping the table, mopping the floor…
His movements flowed smoothly from one task to the next.
Earlier, when Shang Xuci had tried to go in and help, the cat had forbidden him from entering the kitchen. This was actually the first time he had seen the cat wearing a headscarf and apron. Shang Xuci took out his phone and snapped a few photos of Sui Sui.
He gazed deeply at the little cat, then got up and headed upstairs. Passing by the bedroom, he pushed the door open lightly — the bedsheets had already been changed for fresh ones.
His cat was especially capable today.
The corners of Shang Xuci’s lips curved upward. A faint gleam flickered in his narrow eyes. The sunset outside was mesmerizing; the sunlight spilled across his face, and his dark phoenix eyes seemed especially deep.
He turned and went to the study.
The company had recently signed several major projects, one of which was rather unusual. In his previous life, it had caught him off guard. At the time, he found something strange about it — how could one of the top five overseas video platforms, iVision, suddenly be interested in investing in a domestic drama, especially a historical drama, a genre they had never touched before?
It was only later that he learned the person in charge behind the scenes was a Chinese man named Du Guan.
Du Guan.
Shang Xuci narrowed his eyes. This man later became a major figure, even becoming a business partner of the Shang family.
If he hadn’t dealt with him in his previous life, he would never have known just how ambitious Du Guan truly was.
Just as Shang Xuci was lost in his thoughts, a sudden ticklish, furry touch on his arm pulled him back to the present.
The round, chubby cat head also peeked over, watching the video call between Shang Xuci and his secretary, Fu Qian.
When he heard the keywords — historical drama investment, iVision…
Jian Xun instantly dropped any playful thoughts, staring at the screen with a serious expression.
Was this the same iVision he knew? The one that nearly drove the Shang family to bankruptcy later on?
If he remembered correctly, this part of the plot shouldn’t happen until after the big boss had a car accident and lost his sight. Why was it happening early now?
In some ways, the cat and the man were thinking the same thing.
Fu Qian noticed a beautiful cat face pressed right up to the camera, staring at him intently. His normally expressionless face couldn’t help but squeeze out a smile — which startled Jian Xun into stepping back a few paces and, like a staged fall, toppling straight into Shang Xuci’s arms.
Hehe, perfect chance to snuggle.
Fu Qian hadn’t expected his aloof boss to own such a strikingly handsome cat. He distinctly remembered that the boss had never shown any interest in cats — in fact, when Fu Qian had mentioned his own beloved “cat daughter” before, the boss had only looked at him with complete indifference.
Fu Qian, for once, asked something off-topic: “President Shang, is that your cat? What’s his name?”
Shang Xuci stroked the cat’s back and replied in a calm voice, “His name is Sui Sui. And please, don’t grin into his face — you’ll scare him.”
Fu Qian instantly returned to his expressionless look, coughed twice, and pulled the conversation back to business.
Honestly… why did his boss have to stab at his heart like that? He knew Fu Qian was a hardcore cat lover.
Despite being a tall, imposing, elite-looking man, Fu Qian couldn’t fall asleep at night without cuddling his cat.
“Next Friday, the iVision people will be here to discuss the partnership. Do you want to meet them in person?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, I’ll arrange the schedule.”
Jian Xun’s ears twitched as he listened, confirming that it was indeed the iVision he knew. He fell into thoughtful silence.
The first time iVision appeared in the story, it was as an investor in a historical drama with strong political overtones.
The scriptwriter and director used a unique and daring approach — telling the tale of a noble family’s rise and fall, and the sweeping historical changes of that era, entirely through the perspective of the family’s cat.
It was an ensemble cast. The female lead didn’t have many scenes, but every actor who took part in it became hugely popular thanks to the drama.
At the time, the “big boss” had nothing to do with the matter — he hadn’t yet joined Yin Feng Entertainment. The company president then was Shang Ye, and the actress playing the female lead was none other than the big boss’s fiancée, Jiang Yuanqing. Because of this drama, Shang Ye and Jiang Yuanqing’s relationship deepened further. At the celebration banquet, Jiang Yuanqing even boldly confessed her feelings to Shang Ye. Even as an experienced player in love, Shang Ye couldn’t resist the temptation, and the two began secretly dating.
The elder brother showing up at various events with his younger brother’s fiancée — where was Shang Xuci supposed to put his pride?
And that wasn’t even the worst part. The most outrageous incident happened during filming: the cat playing the lead role accidentally spilled prop sulfuric acid onto a top-tier male actor, injuring him and nearly disfiguring his face.
That cat belonged to Yin Feng Entertainment. Fans and public opinion naturally wouldn’t target a cat, so their anger turned toward the company’s boss. At that time, Shang Ye happened to be transferred back to headquarters, and Yin Feng fell into Shang Xuci’s hands. The haters targeted him, cursing him online. Someone even leaked his personal information and travel routes — his car was attacked, and his reputation was smeared all over the internet.
Some people deliberately compared his fiancée with Shang Ye, claiming that the elder brother and Jiang Yuanqing were a match made in heaven.
Although Shang Xuci had the matter cleaned up and the truth clarified — since the cat did indeed belong to the company — rumors twisted the story until it became “his” cat, even though back then he couldn’t even be bothered to glance at a feline.
The fact remained that the top-tier actor had been injured by sulfuric acid, affecting his acting career. Netizens, already biased, assumed it was all the doing of capital, and launched a campaign of verbal attacks against Shang Xuci.
The public outcry grew, and with Shang Xuci’s poor health preventing him from accepting media interviews, the incident stayed on Weibo’s trending list for several days.
Father Shang , without caring for the facts, subtly and openly criticized Shang Xuci during interviews. Other than the old patriarch, the rest of the Shang family belittled him — clearly fearful of him, yet unable to resist mocking.
Although the cold and ruthless Shang Xuci was outwardly unaffected and continued living as usual, the only thing that stung — even if only for a few seconds — was his family’s attitude.
This was the story from Jian Xun’s perspective.
In reality, Shang Xuci himself had almost completely forgotten about it.
But from Jian Xun’s “god’s-eye view,” he knew the incident wasn’t that simple. The text made it clear that the cat was entirely innocent — someone had deliberately framed it.
Framed — a cat that could only meow and couldn’t speak for itself!
What could a little kitty possibly understand?
What bad intentions could a cat possibly have?
Also, the surveillance cameras had just so happened to be broken.
From the hints in the surrounding events, Jian Xun felt that the fiancée was the most likely suspect.
It was only now that Jian Xun realized Shang Xuci hadn’t gone to work at the Shang Corporation’s headquarters — he had gone to Yin Feng, an entertainment subsidiary. Since the big boss had officially taken over this company, then for any drama the company invested in, he would have to be involved too!
And Jian Xun was far smarter than the average cat.
The big boss’s reputation — he would protect it!
And top star Chen Chi’s handsome face — he would protect that too!
Jian Xun still wanted to see him in 100% Love Season Two. If they replaced the lead, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.
Now the only problem troubling the cat was… how to take part in the show himself.
Jian Xun thought long and hard, but in the end, his gaze still landed on Shang Xuci.
He was the boss.
Surely it would be easy for him to let his own cat act in a drama, right?
Jian Xun placed the tablet he had been playing with on the table, swiping through until he found the drama that featured a cat. He tapped to play it, propped up the tablet, and began watching cat scenes right in front of the big boss.
But that wasn’t enough. Jian Xun also imitated the cat’s movements from the show, doing it quite seriously.
A live reenactment—
“Tap tap.” He placed his pink-padded paw on Shang Xuci’s arm, gave a wink, and made a soft, bubbly “nya” sound.
In the scene on the screen, the cat’s owner ignored the feline. The kitten jumped in front of its owner, sniffed at the owner’s water glass, and then “accidentally” knocked it over.
Jian Xun’s gaze locked onto the coffee cup to the upper left of the man, then flicked toward the woman’s startled cry in the video. He stretched out his front paws, transforming into a little white “cat caterpillar,” wriggling and inching forward until he reached the coffee cup. Then, trembling slightly, he extended a paw to hook the cup.
Tap — a single scrape.
Tap tap — two scrapes.
Tap tap tap — three scrapes.
Shang Xuci had just finished reading a document when a sharp throb pulsed at his temples. He closed his eyes and rubbed them, then opened them to look at the little cat.
The “cat caterpillar” lay sprawled across the desk, its naughty little paw scraping at the cup. When the cup was about to reach the edge of the table, the kitten stopped and tilted his head toward the man, their gazes meeting.
The quiet air in the room suddenly grew tense.
Without a word, Jian Xun hooked the cup back toward himself, made a wide turn, and pushed it right to the man’s hand.
Then came a sweet, coquettish mewl — clearly meant to please.
“Mua~”
Drink some water.
Shang Xuci picked up the cup, murmuring with a faint smile, “Knows how to read the room, huh?”
Jian Xun didn’t dare keep imitating after that.
What kind of cat learns bad habits?
The cat in the drama was a beloved darling, adored by all — surrounded by devoted cat lovers who would call it “baby” in syrupy voices and spend half their life’s energy doting on it.
But him? He was a limping cat with a master who was born indifferent to anything furry. His owner only played with him occasionally, and was a workaholic who spent most of the day at the office, only coming home after work to be with the cat.
There was no comparison. None at all.
Jian Xun didn’t dare act up — he had just broken a glass last time.
His ears flattened back as he lay on the table, looking utterly defeated.
Earlier, he had imitated the scene perfectly, and Shang Xuci had seen it, but only thought he was playing. The man reached out and patted the cat gently.
The big boss didn’t understand the little kitten’s thoughts at all — he was just petting him.
Coming to that conclusion, Jian Xun drooped in disappointment.
Forget it. He would just find a way to sneak into the filming crew later.
For now, he should focus on getting the big boss to take him for a tour of the company.
The cat flopped onto the desk, exposing his belly and meowing for the man to rub his soft white fur.
The next day, Fu Qian was waiting at the door for Shang Xuci — they were going to headquarters today. The man, dressed in a suit, leaned down slightly to speak to the cat.
“Sui Sui, I won’t be coming home for dinner tonight, so don’t wait up for me.”
His tone was so gentle it was almost unreal. Fu Qian could practically picture his boss’s tender expression. He craned his neck through the door crack to sneak a look at the cat — only to see the tip of a tail.
When the boss closed the door and turned around, his expression instantly cooled, and his voice became crisp and detached.
“Let’s go.”
Fu Qian: “…” Who was that man just now?
The car pulled up at the entrance. Shang Xuci walked into the building, and Fu Qian followed him into the president’s private elevator.
As the elevator ascended slowly, Fu Qian glanced at the time on his watch. They had arrived thirty minutes earlier than scheduled.
Today’s meeting was with Kang Gai, the country’s top-tier director, to discuss a collaboration.
This elderly man, now over seventy, not only had a wealth of directing experience but had also acted in films himself when he was young.
In the early days of the country’s film industry, he won five Best Actor awards, and later, with a screenplay he wrote himself, he became the first in the nation to win an award at the Berlin International Film Festival. That achievement made him a household name and earned him countless honors.
Even at his age, he continued working — not for fame or profit, but out of genuine love for his craft. Unlike others who chased only traffic and revenue, he was willing to take on any project as long as it had a good script and good actors.
He was particularly fond of this latest script and even intended to make it his final work before retirement.
Once the news broke, every professional in the industry wanted a share of the opportunity.
VIP Reception Room
Jiang Yuanqing was dressed with elegance and poise, smiling warmly as she spoke with Kang Gai.
Kang Gai had assumed she was simply a staff member assigned to receive him and chatted casually.
When the conversation failed to move toward the main topic, Jiang Yuanqing began to grow anxious. It hadn’t been easy for her to get this chance to be alone with the director by leveraging her status as a fiancée — she was desperate to pitch herself.
A graduate of the capital’s top film academy, she had the looks, the acting skills, and the experience. Upon hearing about the project, she had even gone out of her way to purchase the original novel in advance, carefully studying the female lead’s character and preparing thoroughly — all for the sake of this one opportunity.
Kang Gai, meanwhile, was preoccupied with his own thoughts and only half-engaged in conversation with her. It wasn’t until later that he realized the lady before him was also an actress — and that she was indirectly probing him about his intentions for casting the female lead.
She might as well have had “So, what do you think of me?” written across her face.
Kang Gai kept his usual polite smile. He treated all actors equally: everyone applied, auditioned, and whoever fit the role would get it. That had always been his approach. Anyone who had seen his interviews or followed his career should know this.
But perhaps she only knew about how many awards his films and dramas had won, and how many stars he had launched.
That made him wonder — how did she even know he was coming here today, and how had she gotten into the reception room?
When Kang Gai gently brought up the question, the woman’s eyes flickered with a shy glint, and her lips curved into a smile.
“To be honest, President Shang mentioned privately that you’d be here today. I’ve always admired your work, Director Kang, so I wanted to come and have a chat with you.”
Of course, the “President Shang” she referred to wasn’t Shang Xuci — it was Shang Ye.
Jiang Yuanqing’s words were deliberately hinting at her connection with the Shang family.
Kang Gai frowned slightly.
“You mean… President Shang’s orders?”
He despised interference from capital above all else. Though displeased, he didn’t show it — his words remained light, which to Jiang Yuanqing seemed like her mention of that status was working.
Seeing hope, her eyes lit up and her smile deepened.
“That’s right.”
“What are you talking about?”
The cold, frosty voice came from the doorway. Shang Xuci stood there, eyes like ice, staring indifferently at Jiang Yuanqing.