However, Song Yu was simply too tired. Even though he heard a meow, he just assumed it came from outside and didn’t think much of it. He quickly fell asleep.
Five minutes later, the orange cat opened its eyes again. It curiously looked around and, upon seeing Fu Yuqian’s face, tilted its head in confusion. Why was it sleeping next to its servant’s pillow? The servant never allowed it on the bed!
It felt like it had been asleep for a long time, or maybe not at all — this kind of question was far too complex for a cat to figure out. All it knew was that it missed its servant quite a bit. Even though the servant constantly forced it to bathe, clipped its nails, would disappear for days on end when busy, and never acted like a proper servant at all — it still forgave him. After all, it was a magnanimous cat and could tolerate this servant’s flaws!
Yiyi enthusiastically pounced onto Fu Yuqian’s face, preparing to lick him. But as soon as it touched him, a wave of drowsiness washed over it again. Yiyi let out a confused “meow.” It had just woken up, it wasn’t tired at all — so why did it suddenly want to sleep again…?
Half-asleep, Fu Yuqian vaguely sensed some movement. He assumed Song Yu was talking in his sleep and didn’t bother to open his eyes. Instead, he instinctively reached out to pat Song Yu’s back soothingly.
And thus, he missed his chance to save himself — perfectly.
The next morning, Song Yu woke up bathed in sunlight. After stretching lazily, he felt refreshed and energized. He was now full of motivation and determined to do a good job on this drama. As filming progressed, he even started wanting to finish the entire project, because Fu Yuqian was just too amazing — his imperial aura was completely natural. Often, when acting alongside him, Song Yu would get drawn into the scene. If he could film the entire show in his human form, his acting would definitely improve significantly.
Plus, the fact that Fu Yuqian had feelings for him, yet was falling in love with another man in the drama, made the possessive Song Yu a bit annoyed — no, to be honest, very annoyed. After all, Fu Yuqian got so into character that the romance felt incredibly real. What if, in the future, he acted opposite Tang Jiayan? Wouldn’t Song Yu be drowning in jealousy?
But that would be unfair to Tang Jiayan — he was the other male lead, after all. Song Yu couldn’t just selfishly rob someone else of their opportunity.
So when they were filming, Song Yu smacked Fu Yuqian for real — you scumbag.
Fu Yuqian was left completely baffled, unable to figure out how he’d offended this little cat.
Because they often nailed the scene in one take, Guo Mao checked the schedule and estimated that they could finish all filming within twelve days instead of fifteen.
After arriving at the film studio thousands of miles from home, Song Yu’s quality of life inevitably dropped a bit. But since he wasn’t afraid of hardship, he didn’t mind. He still enjoyed his cat food and canned treats. However, Fu Yuqian felt sorry for him and went out of his way to improve his life — only to end up losing weight himself. Song Yu, who had initially been jealous, found himself less angry upon seeing this.
But then he thought about it: Fu Yuqian’s efforts weren’t really for him, but for Yiyi.
So, he got even more upset.
Song Yu realized this reaction was a bit strange — he had never been this unreasonable before.
And now, from time to time, he kept hearing a confused meow in his head. After several occurrences, a vague suspicion began to form: could Yiyi’s soul be waking up?
And if Yiyi fully awakened… would that mean he could return to his original body?
Once this thought clicked, Song Yu began trying to awaken Yiyi in his mind — but with little success. Still, he knew he couldn’t rush things. For now, the most important thing was to focus on filming.
What if Yiyi woke up before the drama was finished? Then how would the remaining scenes get shot?
As for his relationship with Fu Yuqian, Song Yu felt it required careful thought. Once he woke up, should he immediately throw himself into Fu Yuqian’s arms and call him boyfriend, or should he give him the cold shoulder for a while, then slowly act like he was touched and moved?
No—neither option was good enough.
He should walk up to Fu Yuqian with a face full of reserved arrogance, look at him with eyes that saw through everything, and declare:
“I know about your three years of secret love for me. If you don’t want me to expose you, then you’ll have to serve me for the rest of your life!”
Just imagining Fu Yuqian—always calm and in control—suddenly showing a shocked and panicked expression, made Song Yu feel immensely entertained. He even ate a few more bites of cat food from sheer amusement.
Fu Yuqian just thought Song Yu had been in a great mood recently—and that he’d been giving him some rather odd looks. When he tried to ask about it, Song Yu would just meow and dart away. Fu Yuqian did feel a bit puzzled, unsure what had gotten into him.
But he had other things to deal with.
After spending a hefty sum to bribe someone inside Xingyue Entertainment to dig up Zhao Hua and the deputy director’s files, Zhao Hua and the deputy finally decided it was time to transfer their sensitive materials.
Originally, Zhao Hua had kept her documents in a home safe. But after being frightened by Jiaye, she decided to move them into a bank vault. However, on the way, she was rear-ended. Once she dealt with the accident and checked her belongings—the files were gone.
At the same time, the deputy director was taken in for investigation due to irrefutable evidence of tax evasion.
He had hidden his copy of the documents in a concealed corner of his office. Just as he retrieved them and was about to transfer them elsewhere, the police showed up and arrested him.
He didn’t even have time to destroy the materials, which were then sealed away. Once he was released on bail and compared notes with Zhao Hua, they both realized—they’d been played.
Fu Yuqian received a call from Yin Lang, confirming the materials had been secured. A heavy weight finally lifted from his shoulders. Even though the acquisition went smoothly, Fu Yuqian had been monitoring the entire operation from the start, expending a great deal of manpower, resources, and energy.
But it was all worth it—to completely eliminate the hidden danger threatening Song Yu.
At first, Fu Yuqian planned to slowly chip away at Xingyue and force them to bring up Song Yu’s case themselves. He hadn’t expected them to resort to consulting a “master” and coincidentally reaching Jiaye, which greatly accelerated the timeline. It just proved: evil deeds catch up with you, and even the heavens weren’t on their side.
As for Xingyue, Fu Yuqian hadn’t intended to be this ruthless. But the company was rotten to the core, and letting it survive would only mean more people would be hurt in the future. It was better to let it go bankrupt. The contract they had with Song Yu was too harsh. Without bankruptcy, just the termination penalty alone would be over a hundred million. Fu Yuqian didn’t mind spending money on Song Yu, but that didn’t mean he was willing to feed his enemies with it.
Coincidentally, most of Xingyue’s artists had already terminated their contracts and found new agencies. Once Xingyue went under, Song Yu’s contract would automatically become void—before he even woke up.
On this matter, He Ling had contributed a lot, even sending an elite team from the Fu Corporation to assist. She was determined to help her husband regain his freedom.
A wealthy, capable fangirl is unstoppable.
In just a few short days, the world had turned upside down. Xingyue had been trending nonstop. When Song Yu’s contract was exposed, Xingyue instantly became a public enemy—everyone wanted a piece of them. Not only fans, but even casual onlookers felt they’d gone too far. To ride the wave, other former Xingyue artists released statements complaining about their treatment. These sob stories were so effective that many of them started receiving job offers, with new companies even encouraging them to play up their victim narratives. They leaned into the performance like they were wronged martyrs.
Xingyue finally collapsed.
The strike was swift and merciless. Xingyue had no time to resist. From the clues, everyone could guess this was Fu Yuqian’s doing. The fans—“Yu fans”—went wild, practically ready to build a shrine in his honor.
“What kind of godly man is this? He must’ve descended to save our Song Yu!”
Fu Yuqian’s Weibo comment section exploded, breaking 2 million in no time. Yu fans sang his praises in every imaginable way, even making Song Yu’s own fanbase blush—and a bit suspicious.
Could a mere “friend” go this far?
But compared to other flirtatious outsiders, they could at least accept Song Yu as a partner.
—Besides, if Fu Yuqian really liked someone, could they even object?
Nope.
So they had no choice but to bow down to this powerful presence.
Some fans even thought: “Isn’t Song Yu known for spoiling his fans? He’d never date publicly, right? So we can still support him, and Fu Yuqian can just suffer alone!”
Pisces girls were sobbing uncontrollably:
“Please, I’ve already brought the marriage registration office here—just get married already!”
In the Super Topic plaza, the #Pisces tag shot to the top, leaving all other topics behind. Tons of people joined in, crying over this divine romance.
The outside world was in a frenzy. With Xingyue trending for days, everyone in the Tyrant’s Beloved production crew had heard the news. They now looked at Fu Yuqian with a bit of awe—after all, he’d taken down an entire company single-handedly. That kind of power was terrifying.
Still, Guo Mao remained strict and serious during work, forbidding gossip on set. So while people gossiped in private, no one dared bring it out in the open—which meant Song Yu had no idea what had happened.
Even Tang Jiayan, who had originally planned a few tricks, was now totally scared off by Fu Yuqian’s power and showed up on set every day to study quietly.
Now that the dust had settled, even someone as calm and composed as Fu Yuqian was overwhelmed with emotion. He scooped Song Yu into his arms and planted a flurry of kisses on him. He had solved Song Yu’s biggest problem—and once Song Yu woke up, he would surely be so touched he’d throw himself into his arms.
Maybe… he’d even agree to three days and nights of non-stop bedroom activities.
That, Fu Yuqian thought, was his well-deserved reward.
Just imagining Song Yu’s increasingly perfect body made Fu Yuqian’s eyes burn with desire. He even considered sending Jiaye a money transfer in thanks.
His gaze drifted downward—toward Song Yu’s rear.
Song Yu, kissed without warning, was totally confused.
Did this guy take crazy pills? Why was he suddenly going full beast mode on a cat?!
And he couldn’t shake the feeling that… his butt felt a bit chilly.
“Meow!” Calm down! What’s gotten into you?
Song Yu had to use his paw pads to press against Fu Yuqian’s chin, both front legs stretched out to block his kisses.
“Yiyi, I’m just really happy.” Fu Yuqian’s eyes were full of joy. Song Yu had known him for so long, but he had never seen him show his emotions so openly before.
“Meow?” Did you strike it rich or something?
Fu Yuqian patted Song Yu on the head. “You’ll find out soon.”
These past few days, Fu Yuqian had been acting strangely, and Song Yu was totally baffled.
On the evening of the eleventh day, filming wrapped up. Thinking that tomorrow would be his last day on set made Song Yu feel reluctant to leave. It wasn’t his first acting gig, but it was the first time everything had gone so smoothly, and he had truly learned a lot from Fu Yuqian.
He sighed again. The role of Fu Qingyu didn’t belong to him, but if it had, he was confident he could have pulled it off.
After all, without even realizing it, he had memorized all of Fu Qingyu’s lines.
Fu Yuqian, having exhausted himself over the past few days, finally relaxed and quickly fell asleep after a bit of cuddling.
Song Yu, on the other hand, wasn’t sleepy at all and was lazily swishing his tail around for fun.
Suddenly, a clear meow echoed in his head—and this time, Song Yu actually understood what it meant.
“Who are you, meow?”
Song Yu’s eyes flew open. It was really Yiyi!
“Yiyi?” he responded mentally. “Is that you?”
“Meow, I’m Yiyi. What’s going on, meow?”
Song Yu explained,
“Yiyi, I’m your owner Fu Yuqian’s friend. I’m a human. I got into a car accident and when I woke up, I somehow ended up in your body. Don’t be scared. Try to see if you can move your body.”
After a while, Yiyi meowed again:
“I can’t. I can’t move at all, meow.”
The meow sounded full of grievance.
Song Yu didn’t know how to fix the situation either. He wasn’t even sure why he was still in the body even though Yiyi had woken up.
He could only try to comfort him:
“Don’t be scared, Yiyi. Maybe it’s just because you just woke up.”
“I woke up once before,” Yiyi replied. “I was confused about why I was on my servant’s bed, but I fell asleep again really quickly, meow.”
Song Yu had no clue what to do. Instinctively, he looked over at Fu Yuqian, who was fast asleep.
But could he really explain such a complicated situation to Fu Yuqian with just a few meows? Obviously not.
So Song Yu said again,
“This is already progress! Before, I could only hear your voice, but tonight we can actually communicate. Maybe in a few days, I’ll be able to return to my own body too.”
“Okay, meow~”
Yiyi really was a sweet little angel.
Such a well-behaved kitten… Song Yu felt a bit guilty about how jealous he’d been earlier.
Still, he was curious, so he asked in his mind,
“Did my servant used to kiss you on the mouth too?”
But there was no reply—Yiyi had probably fallen asleep again.
Song Yu just grunted.
Well, now that Yiyi was awake, he’d eventually get the answer.
And while they could still communicate, he had to tell Yiyi: from now on, you’re not allowed to hump Fu Yuqian’s ankle.
You can hump mine.
The next morning, Song Yu woke up late. Fu Yuqian was already gone, but the sound of sizzling eggs came from the suite’s kitchen.
Song Yu looked at his paws—he still hadn’t returned to his own body.
He tried calling for Yiyi, but didn’t get a response this time either.
So he jumped off the bed and went to find Fu Yuqian.
Sure enough, Fu Yuqian was in the kitchen making eggs, wearing an apron and bathed in morning light—so handsome it made Song Yu’s heart skip a beat.
Song Yu walked over and rubbed against him, waiting to be fed.
Fu Yuqian looked down and smiled gently,
“Good morning, Yiyi.”
“Meow~”
I was talking to your cat last night.
Maybe I’ll be back in my own body soon.
But you foolish human—you don’t know a thing. Meow-hahaha.
Fu Yuqian cooled the fried egg and placed it on a plate, then set it in front of Song Yu:
“Yiyi, have a fried egg first.”
Song Yu meowed and lowered his head to eat.
But just as he took a bite, Yiyi’s voice rang out in his mind:
“Meow-ow! I can’t eat fried egg, I can’t stand the smell, meow!”
Song Yu froze, cat eyes narrowing like blades. He turned his head sharply to stare at Fu Yuqian.
Fu Yuqian, blissfully unaware that disaster was upon him, still smiled warmly:
“What’s wrong, Yiyi? Does the egg not taste good today?”
Author’s note:
Hahahahaha, serves you right for being so flirty before!
Thank you to the sweethearts who threw grenades and watered me with nutrient solution between 2020-03-04 21:53:58 and 2020-03-06 15:03:57~
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