Translator: Zayn_
The surroundings were silent, and only the chirping of insects could be heard.
Just as Jiang Zhihan was at a loss, Song Qingyou, who hadnât moved for a long time after she fell asleep, seemed to confirm that the thing she was holding on to was safe and that âitâ wouldnât move. She suddenly let go of his hand.
Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a moment. He quickly got out of bed and stepped on the floor barefooted.
Then, he took out the tablet with familiarity.
After sending Fang Yan a few messages in a row to no avail, he had no choice but to make a phone call.
The call went through. Before Fang Yan could open his mouth, he saw the messages.
In order to avoid waking Song Qingyou up, Jiang Zhihan also hung up.
More than half an hour later, Fang Yan sent a message from the hospital.
[The cat is indeed in the hospital bed.]
[Breathing normal, looks like itâs just asleep]
[Do you need me to send it to the pet hospital for a check-up, or do you want to send it directly to Miss Songâs place?]
Jiang Zhihan said: [Arrange for a car to be brought to White Tea Village. Donât go near it for now. Make sure youâre the only one in the car and nearby.]
Fang Yan replied: [Okay.]
Jiang Zhihan sat on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief.
If the cat suddenly disappeared, he wouldnât be able to find a new one for Song Qingyou.
He recalled what had happened last night and thought of his slightly dazed state before he fell asleep. He guessed that his sudden transformation back into a human should have something to do with alcohol.
This was not entirely a bad thing.
If there was an emergency one day, he would not be helpless in the cat state. At that time, he only needed to drink some wine and he would be able to return to his original state. It was very cost-effective.
The biggest question now was, how should he change back?
Jiang Zhihanâs eyes would occasionally glance at Song Qingyou.
At first, he was very resistant to anyone knowing that he had turned into a cat, especially Song Qingyou, who had seen him being driven by his cat instincts.
Now, he wanted to let the person in front of him know.
It wasnât that he had the mentality of giving up, but that he simply wanted to confess.
He just didnât know how to explain it.
Would she believe him? Or would she be angry?
However, Jiang Zhihan didnât have to think about these questions anymore.
Three hours later, Fang Yan sent a message saying that the cat had been brought. Before Jiang Zhihan could reply, Song Qingyuâs body lit up with a golden light.
It was the same as the previous times, but not as bright.
Then, Jiang Zhihanâs consciousness became even more blurry.
He tried to prop himself up, but he fell onto the sofa.
Song Qingyou slept soundly.
Before dawn broke, her eyelids moved slightly, and her eyes unconsciously opened a slit. In her blurry vision, there seemed to be a man who was turning into⦠a cat?
A man?
A cat?
Song Qingyu subconsciously felt like she was dreaming.
She tried her best to look at the manâs face. Her eyes moved from his porcelain-like skin to his firm abs. Finally, she could see the manâs face clearly at the last moment.
It was Jiang Zhihan!
Song Qingyuâs thoughts suddenly slowed down.
Why did she dream of Jiang Zhihan?
Moreover, it was a somewhat charming dream with the other partyâs upper body naked?
Song Qingyou thought for a long time but didnât have an answer.
She only woke up slowly when the sky was bright in the morning.
She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was eight oâclock in the morning.
It was already past her usual summer waking time.
Song Qingyou instantly sat up.
She quickly scanned her surroundings. After a while, she saw a ca lying on a tablet on the floor beside the sofa.
The tablet was still black.
Seeing her look over, the cat turned around and said, âMeow
Song Qingyu felt that her catâs meowing today was especially âcuteâ and was most likely due to a guilty conscience.
Why did he feel guilty?
Was it because he took the tablet out without permission?
âYou want to play games so early in the morning. Are you an internet addict, Zhizhi?â Song Qingyou smiled.
Jiang Zhihan, who had been sending Fang Yan a message just now and was indeed feeling guilty, said, âMeow-â
âWhat happened today? You called out twice in a row. Usually, you might not even call out once a day.â
Song Qingyou got out of bed and walked over to help her cat open the fish-catching game and put it in front of him.
âYou really scared me yesterday, do you know that?â
âMeow-â
âI know.â
âIn the future, you canât drink anything that smells like alcohol.â
âMeow-â
âIâll try my best:
âChili wonât do either.â
âMeow-â
âAlright:
Jiang Zhihan comforted her. When she reached out to touch his head, he lowered his head and stretched his neck, obediently allowing her to touch him.
Unfortunately, Song Qingyou didnât understand what he was saying.
She only felt that Zhizhi seemed to be very spoiled today.
Perhaps it was because he had eaten chili and drank alcohol yesterday, so he was still feeling a little weak.
Looking at her cat playing with the fish with each paw, she relaxed and couldnât help but mutter, âZhizhi, do you think Iâve been too tired recently?â
âMeow-â
âWhatâs wrong?â
Jiang Zhihan lowered his head and quietly waited for her to continue.
Song Qingyou was silent for two seconds before saying, âLast night, 1 seemed to have dreamt that a human turned into a cat.â
âAnd that person is Jiang Zhihan.â
âI donât understand why 1 dreamed of himâ¦â
Before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Zhihanâs entire body froze. He missed a few fish on the screen.
Song Qingyou poked him twice. âWhatâs wrong with you? You donât want to play anymore?â
âMeow-â
Jiang Zhihan snapped out of his daze and continued to tap at the fish.
He looked calm on the surface, but in fact, he was quite flustered.
If Song Qingyou hadnât treated this as a dream, would he have been revealed long ago?
Put yourself in his shoes, if a woman suddenly appeared in his roomâ¦
It wasnât like this hadnât happened before.
What did he do then?
Oh, let Fang Yan throw those women who were dressed too scantily to a crowded place ??
He was so angry at that time, so Qingyou should be angry too. Right?
At this thought, Jiang Zhihan felt that he couldnât let Qingyou continue to think about it. She might end up treating the âdreamâ that she couldnât understand as reality.
He slowly got up and walked to the tall rice bowl prepared by the production team. Then he turned his head and meowed at Song Qingyu.
As expected, the latter âbroke freeâ from her thoughts. âZhizhi, are you hungry?â
âWait a minute, Iâll wash up and make you some cat food.â
As soon as Song Qingyu entered the bathroom, Jiang Zhihan ran over to his tablet and deleted the messages that were on the other page.
A few minutes later, the girl and the cat were about to go downstairs when they suddenly heard a bang downstairs. Something exploded.
Immediately after, several people shouted.
âQuickly turn off the fire! Turn off the fire! The fire hasnât been turned off yet!â âThere seems to be something in the pot!â
âAh! Itâs burning! Hurry up and splash water. Ah, no, you should cover the lid!â âQuick, quick, quick! Charge!â
She knew that something had happened in the kitchen.
Song Qingyu hurriedly ran downstairs..