At least not for now.
He didn’t know anything.
What if Shang Xuci didn’t want him anymore? What if one day he wanted to leave?
The world was so big— even a cat would want to go out and see it.
Besides, he still had a mission.
There was no other way. Jian Xun was inherently timid and sensitive. When he was human, he had never been as clever as his brothers and sisters. If he did nothing, people would only dislike him more!
Only by working hard would his parents give him a little more love.
Although, in the end, the outcome hadn’t been good.
He couldn’t just settle down and enjoy the pampering a pet cat would normally receive.
He had dreams! He had plans!
And he wanted Shang Xuci’s affection— the kind that belonged to him alone!
The little white cat’s expression went blank. It pouted in protest when its ears were pinched, its look clearly aggrieved.
Then he saw the boss extend his arm.
That was a sign he wanted to hug him— a rare and proactive gesture.
Jian Xun stood up and awkwardly climbed up.
The boss cupped his cat face and leaned in, their noses almost touching. His gaze sharpened, his expression grew serious, and when his thin lips parted, Jian Xun could already imagine how stern his next words might be.
He was afraid.
He was afraid the boss would scold him.
Anyone else could scold him— but not Shang Xuci. He was so fragile right now that a single reproach from him would make the cat burst into tears… and yet he still wanted to be close to him.
In fact, when he kicked the bottle earlier, he had been terrified, and it had really hurt. Back at the hospital, he had longed for the boss to hug him, comfort him, kiss him…
And to praise him for foiling a plot without letting anyone get hurt.
But when he met the man’s worried gaze, he gave up.
Jian Xun trembled as he extended his tender pink paw pads, tentatively pressing them against the tip of the man’s nose.
A uniquely feline scent, the damp tip of his nose and the soft wet cat snout brushed against the man’s straight nose, accompanied by a soft mewl.
“Mua~”
I’m sorry for making you worry.
Soft coaxing wasn’t working, and the cat still shook its head. He was ready to escalate—raise his voice and unleash harsh words.
Shang Xuci’s heart softened almost instantly at this act of submission, and even the harshest criticism died on his lips.
He took a deep breath and said, “This won’t happen again.”
The cat visibly brightened, its ears flicking back and forth, moist almond-shaped eyes sparkling.
“Meow.”
It rubbed frantically against his face.
“Meow, meow, meow, meow!”
I knew you were the best for me!
Jian Xun moved his legs and found his body much more relaxed, the pain barely noticeable. He immediately stood up and briskly strolled in front of Shang Xuci.
A smug expression and graceful steps seemed to say, See? I’m fine.
Shang Xuci sighed helplessly.
Then the little white cat went to the living room and fetched his tablet.
Meanwhile, the panel in Jian Xun’s mind flickered. He checked and saw that his favorability had increased by another 10 points, but the plot change had reached 45%, and the darkening value hadn’t risen at all. The total points for the three of them had reached 58.
He looked down and saw that his own points were only 38.
Jian Xun: Meow?
What’s going on?
He clicked the red exclamation mark next to it, and a string of text appeared:
[Host is in danger. Protection mode has been activated. 20 points will be deducted for this protection.]
Ah!
The white cat’s ears, which had been perked up, immediately drooped. He’d mentioned that he’d felt a few splashes when he kicked something and experienced sharp pain—yet somehow he’d gone to the hospital, gotten an injection, and was perfectly fine afterward.
So it was a protection mechanism.
No wonder he’d heard that mechanical sound in his mind earlier.
He’d never noticed any protection mechanism before, but now that it had been triggered, he had a lot of questions. However, when he meowed and tried to talk to it, there was no response.
It was a bit like a game’s chat AI—you could only type or select specific questions before it would answer.
Forget it. It wasn’t very useful anyway.
Jian Xun came to two conclusions:
- Points can be exchanged for items.
- Points can activate protection mechanisms, with the cost depending on the difficulty of the task.
Well, it seemed he would have to rely on himself.
The little white cat focused on carrying the tablet upstairs. Its strides were long, but because of the bandages, its front and back were uneven, making its gait unsteady.
It jumped onto the table, passed the tissue box blocking its way, and without so much as a glance, kicked it aside without mercy before continuing toward its new cat bed.
The boss’s desk was large and very tidy—pencil, inkstone, paper, teacup, computer, documents, books, tissues—just these few items, all neatly arranged.
Jian Xun had to take everything he’d brought with him, including the tablet he was using and the dried fish pillow he was hugging.
Cat snacks for watching TV shows weren’t allowed in the bedroom or study—it was a rule, and he understood it.
Seeing such a soft and beautiful cat bed on the table, the little white cat was overjoyed, eager to experience the super VIP treatment.
Leaving the tablet in its usual spot, he walked over to the bed, stepped onto the pad, and found the best vantage point and sleeping position.
Leaning against the basket, he half-sat up and looked up.
It was too high… he could only see Shang Xuci’s feet resting on the basket frame.
Jian Xun turned and called out to him.
From the moment the cat had come in, the man’s eyes hadn’t left him.
Seeing him treat the tissue box so ruthlessly, and then look at the new cat bed with such a completely different expression, Shang Xuci raised an eyebrow.
In the past, the cat had propped the tablet next to the computer, sitting very close to the edge of the table. Fearing it might fall, Shang Xuci had placed a tissue box behind it, letting Jian Xun lean against it while playing games.
Now that he had a new bed, he didn’t want the old setup anymore.
Shang Xuci placed a few books under the tablet. The cat stretched its neck, and when it was done reading, it meowed at him again.
The little guy seemed quite content.
…
The next day
Shang Xuci drove the cat to the hospital.
Gu Ming noticed Shang Xuci’s tightly pressed lips and tired face. He glanced at the cat in his arms and asked, “What’s wrong with Sui Sui?”
“He’s injured. I’m worried about other people examining him, so I want you to check him again.”
Shang Xuci briefly explained the situation. Gu Ming was surprised. He stroked the cat’s head and said softly, “What a good cat. Let me take a look.”
Gu Ming examined the cat and found nothing wrong. He removed the bandage, and to ensure a thorough check, he shaved all the fur around the wound, expanding the area he had shaved the day before.
The results matched what the other doctors had said—it wasn’t a serious problem. With a bit of rest, he would be fine.
Running his hand over the cat’s smooth, soft fur, Gu Ming sighed. “Sui Sui is getting better and better. What a beautiful cat.”
“Meow.” The white cat tilted its head back. The long, fluffy, snow-white fur around its neck looked like a thick scarf, making the cat appear even larger.
With a brisk gait and a proud expression, the cat sauntered majestically over to his side, meowing sweetly and nuzzling his hand, as if thanking him for the compliment.
Shang Xuci asked Gu Ming to prescribe the most expensive, highest-quality medicine and then asked, “How long will it take for the fur to grow back?”
“Depending on the cat’s condition, it should take about three to four months. Some cats recover faster.” Gu Ming paused, sighed, and continued, “Although the contact was minimal, it still injured some skin. This patch might be the end of it.”
It was amazing. Normally, an injury like this would spread rapidly, but Sui Sui’s wound had healed quickly, almost like a scar forming overnight. In just one day, Gu Ming began to wonder what kind of miracle drug the doctor who treated the wound yesterday had used.
Shang Xuci’s dark eyes dimmed, and the hand stroking the cat’s ear stilled.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Meow?
What are you talking about?
Jian Xun’s large, round eyes were clear and beautiful, his face full of confusion. Why couldn’t he understand human language?
After the examination, Jian Xun squatted on the table, listening to the two talk while stretching out a front paw to hook the jewel necklace around his neck.
This one hasn’t been checked yet!
Jian Xun treasured the gift Shang Xuci had given him. He lowered his head to lift the necklace, wanting Gu Ming to check it for any damage.
Gu Ming misunderstood, thinking Sui Sui was offering the jewel necklace as a token of gratitude. He looked up, ready to tease Shang Xuci about how a worthless gift could be given so easily.
Upon hearing his words, Jian Xun immediately dropped the jewel, turned his back to him, fluffed up the long fur on his chest, and fiddled with the necklace to hide it. He even glanced over his shoulder at Gu Ming, wary that he might try to steal it.
When did I ever say I was going to give you my necklace?!!
Seeing Sui Sui’s little gestures and startled expression, Shang Xuci couldn’t help but laugh. He rubbed the cat’s head and said, “It’s his. It’s always his. He can give it to anyone he wants.”
He would buy the cat another one.
Jian Xun, even more agitated than Gu Ming, meowed at Shang Xuci.
How could you say that!
He would never give away something Shang Xuci had given him!
Their angry expressions brought a smile to both men’s faces.
After the examination, Jian Xun went home.
As Gu Ming had instructed, the stitches could be removed, and there was no need to bind the wound anymore, as it would only hinder fur growth.
Jian Xun was delighted—he could wag his tail again..
Upon landing, the cat heard the boss answering the phone and burrowed into his cardboard box to rest, listening intently to the conversation.
Director Kang Gai asked Shang Xuci about the cat’s condition, and the man told him the truth. Kang Gai praised him for his bravery and told him to let Jian Xun rest at home for a few more days, even delaying his scenes.
After hearing this, Jian Xun found himself with some free time.
Shang Xuci no longer brought him to the company. No matter how coquettishly he acted, the man wouldn’t budge. Before leaving, he gave Jian Xun’s tail a meaningful look and closed the door.
As a cat, Jian Xun played with toys, watched TV, played games, and stole snacks… living with unbridled joy.
Degenerate again.
His paw pads were covered in snack crumbs, a little sticky, and he couldn’t bring himself to lick them. So, he shook his rear and trotted to the bathroom.
Wash your hands with just a little water!
Washing paws wasn’t a big deal—plus, he could look in the mirror and admire them up close.
Lately, the humans around him had been praising him for being beautiful, cute, and adorable.
Jian Xun carefully examined his appearance: a round, delicate face that was both soft and voluptuous, beautiful azure eyes, and a blanket of fluffy, snow-white fur…
All over…
His gaze drifted to his lower body, and Jian Xun froze. He stared in the mirror, round eyes wide open, at his bare bottom and tail, his mouth hanging open.
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After staring in the mirror for a while, he turned his head to check his bottom directly, trying to confirm that the patch of missing fur was really his.
On the left—completely bald.
On the right—also completely bald.
Oh my god! His butt was entirely bare.
It was as if he wasn’t wearing pants.
How embarrassing!!!
Jian Xun collapsed onto the cold marble sink, wailing in despair—
Meow, why am I bald again?!