Translator: Zayn_
He Yuanâs car was parked not far from downstairs.
After Song Qingyou got into the car with the cat, he kept looking outside.
âQingyou, is your place not safe?â
âIf someone finds out your address, theyâll come looking for you in a minute, right?â
âI donât think anyone will guess that I live here.â Song Qingyou smiled.
âThatâs right. Do the opposite.â He Yuan turned the steering wheel. âBut 1 advise you not to take any chances. Itâs better to find a place with high confidentiality.â
Song Qingyou nodded.
âIf you want to buy or rent a house, you can look for me,â He Yuan said enthusiastically. âThe place 1 live in is not bad. I can recommend it to you.â
His words reminded Song Qingyou that she should have a place to stay.
Just as she was about to agree, Jiang Zhihan couldnât sit still anymore.
He lowered his head and rubbed his head against Song Qingyouâs arm, trying to attract her attention.
âItâs a little itchy. Zhizhi, stop it.â
Song Qingyou chuckled and raised her hand.
Feeling Zhizhiâs head deliberately nudging her palm, she was pleasantly surprised. âYou donât usually like me to hug you. Why are you so proactive today? Zhizhi, did you make a mistake?â
Jiang Zhihan raised his furry face and said, âMeow!â
Although his meowing wasnât as childish as before, it still sounded cute, especially to Song Qingyou, who had always thought âmy cat is the cutest.â
He Yuan, who was in front, looked up at the rearview mirror. âIt looks quite cute. Is it called Zhizhi?â
âYes.â
Song Qingyouâs smile brightened when she heard others praise her cat.
âI wanted to raise a cat, but my manager didnât allow it.â He Yuan asked, âWhat breed is your cat? I really want to raise a similar one.â
The two of them started chatting about raising cats.
Although He Yuan kept praising the cat, Zhizhi was not happy at all.
Seeing that rubbing his head against Song Qingyou was useless, Jiang Zhihan instinctively shook his head and turned his back to Song Qingyou, as if he didnât want to talk to her anymore.
Song Qingyou turned her head to look at her catâs back and couldnât help but reach out to touch his tail.
However, Zhizhi did not give her any face at all and refused to let anyone touch him.
âIs Zhizhi angry?â Song Qingyou asked.
She did ask, but the cat could not answer her question.
Song Qingyou smiled and poked the cat with her finger, shouting, âZhizhi?â
Because she was busy playing with the cat, the frequency of one-to-one chats in the car dropped a lot.
Fortunately, He Yuan did not mind being ignored at all. He even looked at Zhizhi from time to time with interest.
In fact, Jiang Zhihan wasnât that difficult to coax.
He just felt that his act of ignoring others just now was too childish. He did not know how to respond at all.
After they got out of the car, Song Qingyou picked up the cat. Jiang Zhihan, who had overcome his instincts, whispered into her ear, âMeow-â
Her voice was very soft, so no one else could hear her.
âZhizhi isnât angry anymore?â Song Qingyou smiled. âDo you forgive me?â
Jiang Zhihan turned his head away from her heartlessly and thought, âOf all things, why did she have to bring up his childish behavior?1
Song Qingyou laughed.
Even though Jiang Zhihan appeared cold, he was still a cat.
In a certain someoneâs eyes, he was only cute.
Sensing her catâs glare, Song Qingyouâs smile disappeared and she promised, âIâm not laughing at you, really!â
She had checked the information and found that cats had a strong sense of pride.
Therefore, when Zhizhi walked the noble and cold path, she must not laugh!
The atmosphere of one person and one cat that no one could get in made He Yuan envious.
âQingyou, before I raise a cat, can you let me take care of Zhizhi for a few days?â
Song Qingyou was surprised. She didnât expect someone to make such a request.
Speaking of which, Fang Yan had previously mentioned that he could take care of Zhizhi. Was it the same as He Yuan?
Song Qingyou subconsciously stared at her catâs face and thought, âIts really cute!â
However-
âSenior, try to hug Zhizhi first. If he doesnât reject you, it wonât be a problem for you to take care of him for a few days.â
âReally?â
He Yuan just casually mentioned it, but he didnât expect Song Qingyou to really agree.
He looked down at the cat and said, âIâm actually quite popular with small animals. Zhizhi probably wonâtâ¦â
Just as he was about to say that the cat wouldnât mind, he reached out and was slapped away by the catâs paw. Not only that, the little fellow bared its teeth at him and was as fierce as it could beâ¦
âDid I offend it somewhere?â He Yuan was confused.
âZhizhi doesnât seem to like being touched,â Song Qingyou said with a smile.
Chen Lan had fed Zhizhi for so long, but Zhizhi did not even let Chen Lan touch her head, let alone He Yuan, who was unfamiliar with him.
He Yuan looked disappointed. âThen forget about it. When I get a cat at home, Iâll invite you.â
Song Qingyou was speechless.
The two of them put on masks and walked into the Jing City Theater. He Yuan stared at the cat for a while and suddenly said, âQingyou, your cat doesnât seem to be sterilized. If I get a female cat, Iâll bring it over to breed with yours. How about that?â
As soon as the word âbreedingâ came out of his mouth, He Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.
He looked around and realized that other than the people watching the play, Song Qingyou looked thoughtful. Only the cat in her arms was looking at him�
He Yuan thought it was an illusion and wanted to ask if this suggestion was feasible.
âQing-â
Just as he spat out a word, the cat, who was lying down obediently, suddenly raised its two front paws and grabbed at He Yuanâs arm.
âZhizhi!â
Song Qingyou exclaimed.
Before He Yuan could react, she changed the direction of his paw in time.
Jiang Zhihan quickly retracted his fingernails. His pads inevitably brushed against Song Qingyouâs mouth through the mask.
He was stunned.â Meow-â
âAre you OK?
Song Qingyou took off her mask and lowered her head to scold the cat.
He Yuan did not understand what had happened in the past few seconds.
He pointed to the corner of his mouth and signaled to Song Qingyou: âHere, lipstick.â
Zhizhi was quite strong, and the mask was relatively thin, so it was expected that the lipstick will be smudged.
At this moment, the two of them had already queued up to pass the ticket inspection and entered the theater.
Song Qingyou put on her mask again. âSenior, Iâm going to the washroom first. Iâll be back in a while.â
âThere are still fifteen minutes before the play starts. Hurry up and come backâ¦â
He Yuan still wanted her to leave the cat with him.
Who knew that before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him had already left.
Alas, it was a pity that he couldnât pet the cat.
On the other side, Song Qingyou followed the hints along the way and successfully found the bathroom.
Along the way, she kept nagging Jiang Zhihan to stop scratching her and that she would cut off all his nails when he got home.
Jiang Zhihan, who had done something wrong, could only accept it silently.
When she touched up her makeup, she saw the cat in her arms staring at her without blinking. Song Qingyou couldnât help but laugh.
âWhy are you looking at me? Zhizhi wants to put on lipstick too?â
Before she finished speaking, there was a quarrel in the corridor separated by a wall.
One of the voices seemed very familiar.