The itch to gossip finally couldn’t be contained, and during lunch, everyone learned that the boss’s cat was a male named Sui Sui.
Meanwhile, the company’s resident cat—Zhaocai—was sprawled out today in an unnoticed corner on the first floor.
President’s Private Office
The little white cat swished his big tail and looked around. A spacious room, a huge desk, a large computer, a genuine leather sofa—and even a private rest area with a bed. The cat was curious about everything.
After making a round to check for danger, the cat flopped down on his back, tucking away his tail and lying completely still. From a distance, he looked just like a fluffy white rug spread out on the floor.
When Fu Qian came in to deliver coffee, he glanced at the cat, his hands trembling as he tried to suppress his excitement. Back at his desk, he secretly opened a webpage, placing an order from a local supermarket for cat snacks and toys.
He also quickly sketched the cat in his notebook, adding a few notes:
The boss’s cat.
Cute.
Want to pet.
After working for a while, Shang Xuci picked up his coffee and took a sip. Glancing down at the cat lounging comfortably on the floor, he shifted into a more relaxed, lazy posture himself.
Bored from lying down, Jian Xun rolled his eyes toward the closed door.
Today, I’m going to figure out the company’s layout!
The cat got up, gave his body a shake, and when someone came in to report work to Shang Xuci, he slipped out quietly.
Once in the office area, he saw rows of green potted plants on desks—and people.
So many people!
Everyone was working, no one was slacking off. Jian Xun felt intimidated by the heavy “corporate worker” atmosphere and took a few hesitant steps back.
No!
You’re the president’s cat.
You’re beautiful.
You should be confident right now!
The little white cat cheered himself on, striding forward with graceful, dignified steps, head held high, chest puffed out. He walked at an unhurried pace, trying not to let anyone notice his slight limp. His fluffy tail stood straight up like an antenna, swaying gently, curling here and there like a cat teaser wand.
“Meow~”
A soft kitten-like mewl caught everyone’s attention.
“Wow, look, the boss’s cat is out! That’s the boss’s cat, right?”
“Where? Where? Let me see!”
“It’s President Shang’s cat! So cute!”
“I want to pet him!”
In an instant, the whole office came alive, everyone pausing their work to watch the cat.
Jian Xun’s little white chin was lifted so high from all the aunties’ compliments, it was practically poking the sky.
In an instant, the little white cat was fed a pile of delicious treats.
He liked this company.
For the next few days, Jian Xun came to the office with Shang Xuci.
Everyone now knew the cat’s name was Sui Sui.
Shang Xuci soon discovered that his cat liked to roam around the company when he had nothing to do, soaking up the praise from the employees. Every day, just before quitting time, Sui Sui would trot back obediently.
Since there was no worry about him running off, Shang Xuci simply let him be.
One day, while on his “patrol,” Jian Xun overheard someone talking about a director holding auditions at the company. Many artists who had been away working had rushed back to participate.
At once, Jian Xun perked up, tail twitching with excitement. Without telling Shang Xuci, he decided to sneak off to the audition.
On his way to figure out the route, he was scooped up by two young women.
“Wow, Sister Huanyan, this cat is so well-behaved! Doesn’t it look like that cat called Ping’an from the TV show?”
“Hurry up, we can’t keep the director waiting,” Yu Huanyan replied, though her gaze never left the cat.
Jian Xun had been ready to struggle, but after hearing their conversation—and realizing they were headed to see the very director he wanted to meet—he decided to play along, giving a well-timed, cooperative meow.
The assistant slipped him into Yu Huanyan’s arms, then pulled out her phone to check a picture. “It does look like him! Exactly the same!” she said in amazement.
She took a photo of Jian Xun and showed it to Yu Huanyan. The two of them walked along, chatting about little details to keep in mind for the audition.
Jian Xun rested his front paws on Yu Huanyan’s shoulder, his eyes sparkling. Meow meow?!
What about me? What about me?! What should the cat’s performance be?
Hearing the soft, sticky-sweet mewl right by her ear, Yu Huanyan’s heart nearly melted. She planted a kiss on the cat’s neck and smiled. “Such a good little baby.”
Jian Xun lifted his head even higher.
At that moment, Kang Gai’s audition room had just finished the first round. During the break, he spotted the young woman carrying a cat, and his eyes lit up.
Yu Huanyan sat down with the cat in her lap, took out her script, and quietly reviewed the lines and emotional beats she had been practicing for days.
Jian Xun peeked at the script along with her—cat version.
“Next, Yu Huanyan.”
When it was her turn, Yu Huanyan set the cat down, tidied her appearance, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, immediately slipping into character.
Jian Xun watched her performance attentively, nodding in approval—her acting wasn’t bad at all.
He also noticed that the staff were calling people strictly in order of the names on a list.
Nearby, one staff member had the sign-up sheet. As long as you were an artist under Yin Feng Entertainment, you could register.
The cat trotted over to the registration desk, used his hypnosis ability, and added his own name to the list. Then he padded over to join the last group of the day, lining up neatly.
President’s Office
Fu Qian refilled Shang Xuci’s coffee. Shang Xuci pulled himself out from a stack of documents and closed the folder.
“By the way, President Shang, we got some inside news—Director Kang Gai has invited his friend, the internationally renowned, award-winning music composer Lu Nai, to serve as music director.”
“That’s good news.”
Although Shang Xuci wasn’t involved in the music industry, he had heard of Lu Nai’s reputation—his works were celebrated worldwide. But when he noticed Fu Qian’s expression wasn’t quite right, he paused, his eyelids lifting slightly. “Speak plainly.”
“There’s also word that Mr. Lu Nai is very optimistic about Shang Yi, and he’s considering collaborating with him.”
“Shang Yi?” Shang Xuci raised an eyebrow. That younger brother of mine has that kind of ability?
He recalled that Xu Rong had always been dissatisfied with her younger son’s lack of business sense, lamenting his uselessness in commerce. Eventually, after seeing for herself that Shang Yi truly had no talent for business, she gave up on that dream and began grooming him to be a musician instead—hiring various masters to teach him. Still, Shang Xuci hadn’t seen Shang Yi achieve anything noteworthy.
He hadn’t paid attention in recent years… Was Shang Yi really that famous now?
Still, with a professional handling the music, it wasn’t something he needed to worry about.
“That’s enough for today.” Shang Xuci took the coffee, his gaze sweeping the office. “Sui Sui ran off to play again?”
“Mm. I saw him in the general affairs department when I came over just now.”
Fu Qian’s phone buzzed. After checking the message, he added, “Director Kang’s auditions have started. Do you want to go take a look?”
Shang Xuci glanced at the time and nodded. “Let’s go.”
Jian Xun, meanwhile, was counting on his paw pads—different roles had different time slots, but on average, each audition took about twenty minutes. With four people ahead of him, he would have to wait over an hour.
When the person in the very front row got up, Jian Xun hopped forward, moving up one seat. He squatted neatly on the bench, stretched his neck, and carefully observed each actor’s performance. But when there was only one person left before his turn, he couldn’t help but start nodding off.
Just a quick nap, Jian Xun thought.
Kang Gai was surprised when Shang Xuci arrived. The artists in the meeting room all stood to greet the boss, but Shang Xuci’s expression was calm as he told everyone to relax.
He then took a seat beside Kang Gai, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knee, ready to watch the show.
From time to time, Kang Gai would lean over to make a comment, and Shang Xuci listened with a faint smile.
Half an hour later
Kang Gai glanced at the list and frowned slightly at a name he didn’t recognize. “Hm? There’s still one more?”
Most of the seats in the audience were already empty, and no one remained in the visible area. The staff had even started packing up when another judge called out the name.
“Last one—”
“Shang Sui Sui!”
At that name, both Shang Xuci and Fu Qian froze on the spot.
Jian Xun’s ears, which had been perked up the whole time, twitched. The moment he heard his name, his eyes snapped open, and with a sleek, confident leap, he made a dazzling entrance.
“Meow—!!”
Present!!
Snow-white fur, sapphire-blue eyes, a soft, adorable voice, and a lively, expressive face…
Everyone was stunned. No one could have guessed the final auditionee would be a cat!
Jian Xun even tossed a crisp, playful wink toward the person in the middle. Director Kang Gai was instantly struck in the heart by the cuteness, clutching his chest.
But the very next moment, the little white cat spotted the man sitting beside the director. His excited tail froze mid-sway.
B-Boss? What’s he doing here?!
From disdain, to pride, to sweetness, to excitement—then to shock, blankness, system crash, zoning out, hesitation, and finally resolve…
In just over ten seconds, the lion-like cat displayed a rich and nuanced range of feline emotions.
Completely unscripted, yet perfectly conveying so many different moods—it was mesmerizing. Kang Gai was utterly captivated, his eyes lighting up as he slapped his thigh.
“This is the cat!”
…
And just like that, Jian Xun, still utterly baffled, landed the role he had been longing for.
On the way home, the cat sat in the passenger seat, hugging the seatbelt, eyes closed in guilt as he pretended to be asleep.
Once again, Shang Xuci’s understanding of his own cat had been completely overturned.
Clever enough to sign yourself up for an audition, huh?
“Sui Sui, aren’t you going to explain yourself?” Shang Xuci kept both hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The little white cat, playing dead, mumbled a few meows.
“Meow wuwu.”
I meow, you understand?
He clutched the seatbelt even tighter.
Almost as soon as Shang Xuci had spoken, he changed his tone, shaking his head with a faint murmur. “Right… even if you explained, I wouldn’t understand.”
The white cat curled himself into a ball, paws gripping the black strap, sneaking glances at him.
When the car rolled into the parking garage, Shang Xuci pulled out the keys and reached over to pick him up.
“You really want to act?” No wonder he’d been making all those little moves lately—training, was it?
Jian Xun blinked his wide, innocent eyes up at him, head tilted slightly, looking completely blank.
Sometimes Shang Xuci really wanted to pry open the cat’s head and see what was inside—sometimes he was almost too smart, other times so clueless he seemed like a little fool.
“Forget it. If you want to act, then act. I’ll save your salary for you.”
He remembered when he’d washed the plush blanket in the cat’s cardboard box and found the red envelopes hidden inside. Who knew how much money the old man had given him—but judging by the wear on the envelopes, they’d been taken out and handled many times.
A little money grubber.
People earned money to live, to eat, drink, and have fun—none of which his cat lacked. But Sui Sui seemed to really like money. Could he actually use it?
Lost in thought, Shang Xuci was brought back to reality when Jian Xun stretched out a paw to scratch at his own balls—the way he was being held wasn’t very comfortable, and he wanted to shift positions.
Shang Xuci: “…”
Forget it. A cat is still a cat.
…
Late at night, the lights in the house went out.
In the bedroom, the man was already asleep.
The cat lying beside him on the same bed got up, turned to see that the man’s blanket had been pushed aside, and carefully pulled it back up to cover him to the chest before tiptoeing off the bed.
With light paws, he opened the door and padded to the living room, grabbed the tablet, and began cramming on cat videos.
What movements and expressions look the best? Which feel the most lively?
Jian Xun even sent a message to his big brother, Xu Tutu, asking for advice.
The night-owl tabby sent him a website link.
Jian Xun opened it—the Demon App.
After registering an account and logging in, Jian Xun realized this was a special forum just for demons. It combined all kinds of features from human entertainment platforms into one—a playground for supernatural beings. Here, there was no need to hide their identities; they could post whatever they wanted.
When Jian Xun found a post about demon acting training tips, he lit up with joy.
This is it!
…
Lately, Shang Xuci often dreamed of events from his past life—such as the car accident that would happen soon. The dreams felt so real that he didn’t know whether they were fixed fate or something he could change.
He opened his eyes and instinctively glanced at the cat beside him.
Empty.
Filming day.
Makeup artists were grooming Jian Xun’s fur. This lion-like cat had flawless looks, was in great condition, and every little movement he made was adorable.
When Kang Gai started shooting, the cat stood quietly on a stool. At the director’s hand signal, he entered the frame at just the right moment, gazing intently—the deep sapphire blue of his eyes seemed to pierce straight into the heart.
Neither the director nor the cameraman had expected that the cat who’d been acting cute a moment ago could instantly slip into such a state.
Click!
A perfect shot.
They changed to another scene.
In an ancient-style building, on a dimly lit staircase, a snow-white cat stepped out from a doorway. He sat on the steps, lifted his head to glance at the sky, then lowered it, his gaze drifting across the corridor. His ears twitched.
Shang Xuci’s Adam’s apple bobbed. The cat’s line of sight was toward the camera, and although Shang Xuci stood right in that direction, the cat didn’t spare him even a glance—his expression was cool, his eyes fixed on the lens.
Shang Xuci’s heart skipped hard.