She was about to upload the photos she had taken to Sui Sui’s video account, wanting to show off a little.
“Oh, cousin, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!” Shen Huan, remembering her errand, took something for Shang Xuci and held out her hand for a gift.
Shang Xuci simply shoved a card at her.
Shen Huan accepted it excitedly. “I knew you were the best to me!”
“And about Sui Sui’s salary—the director asked me to check. Will it be deposited directly into your bank account?”
Shang Xuci turned to look at the cat, who was also staring at him.
“No, I got Sui Sui a cute pet account.”
He pulled out a Bank of Communications savings card. It had a yellow background and a custom photo of a white lion cat holding its tail.
Sparkling lights decorated it, which excited Jian Xun so much that he rushed over to try and grab it.
Shang Xuci pinched the cat’s ears, inadvertently revealing that the password was the cat’s birthday—the day he had brought it home.
Jian Xun whimpered, burying his head in his arms and acting coquettishly. His tail brushed against the hand holding the card, snagging it in an attempt to take it.
Who knew how much money was inside?
The two of them discussed it as they chatted.
Within a month, Jian Xun had finished filming all his scenes as the spectator cat. He had received the first large sum of money in his life—no, the first large sum in his cat’s life—a full fifty thousand yuan!
The cat gulped. What a lot of money!
In addition, Director Kang Gai even held a wrap-up party specifically for the cat. Many people from the crew attended, all grateful for Sui Sui’s companionship.
Especially Chen Chi—Sui Sui had saved his life. In the film, he was his mother’s cat, but according to seniority, he was still Chen Chi’s younger brother. They had spent the most time together, both on and off screen, and the cat loved to cling to him.
After the last incident, Chen Chi had gone to see Shang Xuci to visit Sui Sui. The man told him about the sulfuric acid attack and that the murderer had not been targeting him.
Once he understood the situation, Chen Chi did not pursue the matter further, leaving it in Shang Xuci’s hands—especially since Shang Xuci still had a partnership with Yinfeng Entertainment.
Even so, he truly could not bear to part with Sui Sui.
Of course, that’s all for later.
Ever since filming wrapped, the cat’s life had returned to its simple daily routine: after eating his cat food, he would lick his “grandma,” then follow the big boss wherever he went. In the afternoons, the cat would do housework, and after dinner, he would accompany the man to the gym.
Once the workout was over, he would obediently let Shang Xuci wipe his little paws clean, patiently wait for his paw pads to be trimmed, and then have his fur brushed…
Finally, he would go to the study to keep Shang Xuci company while he worked. The cat would hold his tablet in his mouth and watch game livestreams beside him. Before long, he would start nodding off and be carried to the bedroom to sleep.
Sometimes, when the man wasn’t around, he would secretly nibble on a dried fish—so fragrant and delicious. Somehow, stolen food tasted even better than when Shang Xuci fed him by hand!
After spending so much time together, Jian Xun had begun to notice the big boss’s attitude toward him. He felt that he now had a certain place in the man’s heart.
Now, he could freely open any door in the house—especially the bedroom. He no longer had to sleep at the doorway or under the bed like before. Even when his shedding was bad, Shang Xuci wouldn’t drive him out; instead, he would just change the bedsheets more often.
Like any other pet cat, Jian Xun liked to leave his “scent marks” all over the house—especially on things related to Shang Xuci, such as the wardrobe, bookshelf, bed, sofa, and chairs.
Anywhere Shang Xuci spent time, Jian Xun would make sure to sleep there.
The big boss didn’t like bringing people home, so the whole house carried only his scent—and now, with the addition of the cat’s scent, it was simply the perfect home.
But lately, Jian Xun felt that something about him had become… strange.
According to his plan, he had already “conquered” the big boss’s feet, legs, and stomach!
His intimacy level had risen from 70 to 79. But no matter how affectionate he was afterward, the intimacy score wouldn’t go up even a little.
His body also felt strange.
He was no longer satisfied with just snuggling with the big boss…
The cat was full of energy every day—doing housework, cooking, catching mosquitoes and bugs, picking up shed fur. His body had become more agile and flexible; in just two or three hours, he could finish an entire day’s worth of chores. The rest of the time, he spent waiting for Shang Xuci to come home.
If he waited too long, his temper would inexplicably turn irritable.
At night, Jian Xun didn’t obediently sleep through the night with his boss. Once the man fell asleep, Jian Xun would often wake up in the middle of the night. His ears and nose were sharp—through the windows, across the yard, and even past the front door, he could clearly hear stray cats and dogs fighting on the street. He could even catch the distinct feline scent of Xiao Sanhua from the garage…
That scent seemed to lure him, tempting him to go outside.
Jian Xun resisted.
He leapt onto the window sill and stared outside in silence.
His vision sharpened, and his range of sight widened.
The next day, Jian Xun took Xiao Yugan to see Xiao Sanhua, watching her closely for any changes. He sniffed her scent but found nothing unusual. Instead, Xiao Sanhua kept nudging him and actively licking his fur.
It was normal for friendly cats to groom each other, but when she tried to get close for a kiss, Jian Xun instinctively pulled back.
He still had human sensibilities—there were differences between males and females, and kissing, especially mouth-to-mouth, was not allowed. His rejection was so blatant that Xiao Sanhua looked hurt.
To make it up to her, Jian Xun gave her a few more dried fish.
Xiao Sanhua was instantly happy again, completely absorbed in chewing her snack.
Jian Xun jumped onto the fence, his tail swishing as he began counting the stray female cats on the main street.
One little female cat.
Two little female cats.
Three little female cats.
Four little female cats.
…
Wait—why was there a male cat meowing at him?
The sound carried a clear “in heat” signal, startling Jian Xun so much that he immediately leapt back into the yard.
He wasn’t gay.
Crouching in a corner, he watched the kittens, breathing in their mature scent.
Ah… why hadn’t I noticed anything different before?
Sui Sui’s attention was half-distracted by the stray cat outside, and it wasn’t until the boss came home from work and opened the door that he remembered to greet him. Then, without warning, his body seemed to move on its own—tail held high, he ran straight to the man’s side, circling his legs. He rubbed his head against them with vigorous enthusiasm, meowing coquettishly all the while.
I really want to be a koala—clinging to the boss’s legs with all four limbs so I can cuddle with him.
Do real cats ever want to act like dogs, licking their owners nonstop? Jian Xun didn’t think he was fully cat-like—there was still a touch of human nature in him. His longing for the boss wasn’t just about physical closeness; he wanted something more.
It was hard to put into words. It was like when he looked at kittens—his eyes stuck to them, his body craving intimacy, but his mind holding him back, telling him to restrain himself.
Feeling restless, Jian Xun’s gaze lingered on Shang Xuci’s strong, fair arms. He licked his paw, swallowed, looked away, and pretended to be bored, his tail swaying lazily.
Time to show off my cat charm!
Jian Xun delicately licked the water droplets from Shang Xuci’s hands, then moved on to his damp hair.
See? I can make you even cleaner.
But humans were different from cats. No matter how hard Jian Xun tried, his efforts only dulled the fire a little—they didn’t extinguish it.
When Shang Xuci touched him, a tingling sensation spread through his whole body, cool and soothing, easing the discomfort. But the boss couldn’t keep petting him forever.
So Jian Xun could only keep meowing, trying to hold Shang Xuci’s attention a little longer.
When the man sat down in his chair, the cat’s large, fluffy tail swished once before he pounced, brushing off stray fur as he landed neatly in the man’s lap. Wrapping his front paws around Shang Xuci’s neck, he fixed his deep blue eyes on the man’s face and began meowing.
Can I kiss you?
Can I kiss you?
A broad, warm hand gripped his waist, while the other slid from the top of his furry head down along his back…
The soft touch startled Shang Xuci for a moment.
His mood instantly lifted.
Shang Xuci’s hand moved a little lower, and the cat let out two happy hums.
“Meow!”
A burst of urging.
Shang Xuci’s hand brushed over the cat’s slightly warm buttocks…
Then, over its scorching-hot balls.
“Woof!” The cat suddenly barked in excitement.
Shang Xuci: “…”
His gaze shifted from the screen to the cat.
The cat arched its back, butt raised high, rubbing insistently against his hand. Its massive body leaned entirely on his arm, tail swishing like a metronome.
Jian Xun was startled by his own bark. He scratched his ear in embarrassment, then quickly found a more comfortable position—hugging the boss’s arm tightly so that his body fit perfectly against him.
He decided to call it the upgraded version of clinging.
Perhaps it was the cat’s unwavering gaze, or maybe it was the pitiful look of someone abandoned by a scumbag, but Shang Xuci eventually put down his phone and pulled out a cat toy.
The cat didn’t budge.
Instead, it turned around—presenting its butt to him.
So Shang Xuci reached out and scooped the cat into his arms, trying to soothe it. After some coaxing, he found the cat still acting the same as before—rubbing against him with eager, impatient movements, as if it couldn’t find any outlet.
Shang Xuci had never owned a cat before, so he didn’t know what this behavior meant, but something about it felt… off.
He held the cat and carefully examined its snow-white body, parting the fur to check for worms or ringworm.
The cat hummed from head to toe, especially when he patted its rump. Sui Sui closed her eyes and purred in bliss, her tail curling into a flower shape as she let out a soft meow.
Shang Xuci began to wonder if this was an aftereffect of the sulfuric acid incident—otherwise, why would he enjoy being patted so much? His fur was as snow-white and soft as ever, his body perfectly healthy, and he still carried that unique feline fragrance. Was he just overthinking it? As usual, when he turned the cat over, there were no suspicious marks on his skin.
“You’re so smart—you can use a tablet, make phone calls, and even act—so why can’t you talk?” Shang Xuci sighed, gently patting her rump. “It would be great if you could talk.”
That way, he could tell where the cat was feeling uncomfortable.
As soon as Jian Xun was patted on the butt, he immediately closed his eyes and meowed, his soft cat ears drooping to the sides, looking innocent and adorable.
Could words solve this problem?!
He himself couldn’t figure out what was wrong—just that his body felt itchy inside, with nowhere to vent the feeling.
This was Jian Xun’s first time being a cat, and Shang Xuci’s first time raising one; both were equally inexperienced.
The cat had been without a mother since kittenhood, and no one had ever taught him about feline physiology. In the beginning, he just felt uncomfortable, but Jian Xun didn’t think much of it. Silly and naive, he simply stuck close to Shang Xuci, which made him feel a little better.
Then he remembered his friend, Tutu, and immediately described his condition, sending a text to his “cat big brother.”
During the waiting period, Jian Xun realized he was starting to lose control over his body. His usual reserve disappeared—he couldn’t sleep at night, couldn’t stay still, and would even knead the soft bedsheets while lying next to his boss. He even developed the urge to pee on them.
Afraid he might actually do it, he would run out of the house in the middle of the night to cool down in the night air. One time, he ended up following some female cats, only to be treated like a pervert by them.
When he came to his senses, he returned home in frustration, sat at the doorway, and howled uncontrollably at the moon.
At those moments, Jian Xun thought, Great, that’s it. I’m not even a wolf, and here I am howling at the moon. Could there really be something wrong with my body?
When morning finally came, the fragrant canned food, the crunchy kibble, and even the dried fish that cats were supposed to love—
All of it!!
None of it smelled appetizing anymore.
Especially the dried fish—it was so greasy!
Why had he ever liked eating that stuff?
Even if the big boss fed him personally, he still had no appetite.
He didn’t want to eat.
His appetite worsened, but his bathroom trips became more frequent. Shang Xuci even saw him digging and kneading at the bed, then pausing to look at him before hopping down.
Jian Xun went to the litter box and strained to poop. Afterward, he glanced back, then buried it with a wronged expression.
Come on, Sui Sui. You’re a strong, good cat.
Still, he couldn’t take it anymore—he needed the big boss’s touch.
If only the boss would pat his butt more often…
…
Shang Xuci noticed Sui Sui’s behavior getting stranger. He wasn’t just clinging to him; his eyes and movements were different. He liked to use the tip of his fluffy tail to hook his hand or leg, and sometimes, he would even spread his legs slightly to secretly rub against his arm.
At first, he didn’t think much of it. But after two days of observation—and noticing that Sui Sui was eating less—he took notes and called Gu Ming, describing the cat’s symptoms in detail.
Gu Ming said, “Your cat has matured.”
Shang Xuci: “?”
Gu Ming: “He’s in heat.”