Song Yu flat-out rejected him without hesitation and turned away to leap into his mother’s arms.
Fu Yuqian knew how deeply he had hurt Song Yu. He would spend the rest of his life making it up to him—never again would he deceive him, not even a little.
“Xiao Fu, maybe it’s better if you leave for now?” Song’s mother said, not very subtly showing him the door. “Xiao Yu clearly doesn’t want to see you right now.”
“Alright, Auntie. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
And with that, Fu Yuqian was kicked out.
Night had fallen by then. The deep blue sky was dotted with a few stars, quiet and lonely—just like Fu Yuqian in this moment.
He let out a long sigh, starting to think seriously about how to pursue Song Yu. It was his first time falling in love, but he had a natural sense for it—knowing how to cater to the other’s preferences, how to show charm, how to engage in just the right amount of intimacy, how to solve problems for the one he liked.
Before the truth had come out, he had done all of that well—and effectively. In just two short months, he’d completely changed Song Yu’s impression of him and even won his heart.
But just when he was about to reap the rewards of love, everything fell apart, like being thrown back to square one.
Worse still, he had done such a thorough job smoothing out all obstacles that now he had nothing left to do—only his sincerity to offer, and no excuse to show off how helpful he could be. Thinking of this, Fu Yuqian smiled bitterly.
Still, no matter how hard it would be, he had to earn Song Yu’s forgiveness—and stay by his side, long and happily.
Meanwhile, Huacan sent word through Yin Lang that Tang Jiayan had officially withdrawn from the drama. Fu Yuqian acknowledged it and told Guo Mao to pause filming for now. Guo Mao grew anxious and asked if they should look for another actor to play Fu Qingyu—after all, the drama was currently a hot commodity. Tons of actors were fighting to get in.
But Fu Yuqian turned them all down. He didn’t keep it a secret either—he directly told Guo Mao that his preferred choice for Fu Qingyu was Song Yu, and that he would personally convince him to take the role.
Guo Mao immediately understood what was going on. People in the industry had already guessed that Fu Yuqian had feelings for Song Yu. Otherwise, no “just friends” would go to this extent.
He had no choice but to adjust the filming schedule—shoot scenes without Fu Yuqian first and wait to see how things played out.
So Fu Yuqian stayed in the capital for the time being and didn’t return to the film base.
That night, neither of them slept well. Fu Yuqian stayed up the entire night. Without that small, warm body curled up in his arms, it felt like half of him was missing. Song Yu also slept poorly. He chatted with Yiyi for a bit but still felt cold all over, tossing and turning the whole time.
Eventually, he jumped onto the windowsill and looked out. Not far away stood Fu Yuqian’s villa, still lit.
Song Yu let out a quiet sigh.
He still liked Fu Yuqian—but he also hated being controlled. And he hated being lied to even more.
It was still chilly in March. His little paws got cold on the windowsill, so he gave up moping and went back to snuggle beside his mom, trying hard to fall asleep.
—
The next morning, Fu Yuqian showed up bright and early.
He came carrying an automatic litter box for Song Yu, along with toothbrush supplies and ingredients for breakfast.
Chapter 40: Colorful Roses (English Translation)
Fu Yuqian wore a gentle, humble smile. “Auntie, I’m here to make breakfast and clean up for Xiaoyu.”
Song’s mom looked down at Song Yu, who let out a meow and lifted his paw to point at Fu Yuqian—clearly meaning, “Leave the things, but you don’t come in.”
But as usual, Song’s mom completely failed to read his cues. Thinking Song Yu had agreed, she said, “Then come on in.”
Song Yu: “…”
(Fu Yuqian proceeds inside.)
Fu Yuqian placed the litter box neatly in the corner, then headed into the kitchen to cook. He’d completely stepped into the role of a handsome housekeeper—enthusiastic service, top-tier quality.
With nothing else to do, Song’s mom wandered over to watch Song Yu use the litter box. She had looked after Song Yu for a few days before, but back then she didn’t know the cat was actually her son, so she never paid attention to things like that. Now, though, she found it curious—and even a little adorable—that her son was using a litter box.
Song Yu was absolutely mortified.
Thankfully, the box had a semi-automatic little door. He pressed the switch with his paw and angrily shut it closed.
But even while doing his business, he was fuming:
What now? After I’m done, is Fu Yuqian really going to clean this up? That’s giving him way too much credit!
Then, little angel Yiyi popped up again in his head:
“Daddy, you can lick it clean! That’s what I used to do—I was really good at it!”
Another mental blow.
Song Yu was about to lose the will to live. Maybe he should just accept Fu Yuqian’s pursuit, turn back into a human, and then dump him afterward.
…Actually, that didn’t sound half bad.
He silently thought to himself:
Fu Yuqian, I accept your pursuit.
Then he closed his eyes, waiting for his soul to transfer back.
Nothing happened.
He slumped out of the box, looking like someone who’d just been utterly crushed by life.
Song’s mom patted his head. “Even my Xiaoyu going potty is adorable.”
“Meow!!”
Mom, that’s way too much!!
Song Yu hissed in outrage.
His mom was only trying to cheer him up. She hadn’t slept well last night either—he’d been tossing and turning, and she could feel his distress. But as his mother, she knew she couldn’t interfere in his relationships. Still, she trusted that Song Yu would make the right choice.
So that morning, while she didn’t exactly warm up to Fu Yuqian, she wasn’t cold to him either.
At the end of the day, she just wanted her son to be happy.
—
Fu Yuqian finished preparing breakfast quickly.
He made crab roe soup dumplings, getting up at 5 a.m. to knead the dough and mix the filling, then steaming them fresh at Song Yu’s house. He served them with a bowl of millet porridge and a side of pickled veggies—it was a full-on culinary experience.
Song Yu’s portion was specially prepared—low salt, packed with the fresh, rich flavor of crab roe. He looked down at the dumplings in his cat bowl, now cooled to the perfect temperature. After hesitating for a moment, he gave in and started eating.
After the meal, Fu Yuqian showed no signs of leaving.
Song’s mom excused herself for a walk in the garden, leaving the two alone in the living room.
When Song Yu turned to leave, Fu Yuqian quickly spoke up:
“Xiaoyu, can I talk to you? It’s about the drama The Tyrant’s Beloved Pet.”
Hearing that, Song Yu paused. He had a deep attachment to the show—he’d poured real effort into the role. So he stayed.
“Meow.” (Speak.)
Fu Yuqian said, “I got the notice last night—Tang Jiayan has dropped out of the production. Right now, the role of Fu Qingyu is vacant.”
Song Yu’s eyes widened. That was a surprise.
What now? Would the drama be canceled?
Then he calmed down—this show had a lot of buzz. Even if Tang Jiayan quit, tons of people would be eager to take his place.
But Fu Yuqian went on:
“I want you to play Fu Qingyu. I actually had this idea a while ago, and I’d been thinking of how to bring it up. I didn’t expect Tang Jiayan to quit on his own. So Xiaoyu, would you take the role?
If it’s anyone else, I’ll feel out of place. I don’t want to act out a love story with someone else in the show.
I promise—I will control myself, never use the scenes to flirt with you, and I’ll fully respect your boundaries. You come first, always. I’ll never lie to you again.”
Song Yu fell into internal conflict.
He had thought about playing Fu Qingyu before—but he didn’t want to steal someone else’s opportunity. Now the role had been offered right to his paws.
Fu Qingyu was a great character—well-written, not too hard to play, and very likable. Song Yu really did like him.
He also started to feel that Fu Yuqian was crafty.
He must’ve seen right through Song Yu’s desire to act this role—and now he was using it to lure him in.
“Meow.” Let me think about it.
“I’ll wait for your answer,” Fu Yuqian said earnestly. His dark brown eyes were full of sincerity.
“Song Yu, I love you.”
Song Yu’s heart trembled a little—but he didn’t reply.
—
He didn’t expect Fu Yuqian to return that afternoon—with a bouquet of 999 colorful roses.
They’d been ordered the night before, shipped from the south. The moment they arrived that afternoon, Fu Yuqian brought them over.
“Xiaoyu, when I was ordering roses last night, I found out there were colorful ones. They’re really beautiful, so I brought some for you.
If you like them, I’ll get potted ones and grow them in a greenhouse—so they’ll bloom longer and you can see them anytime.”
The dazzling colors of the rainbow-hued roses instantly stole Song Yu’s heart.
They were truly stunning.
Of course he’d go for such flashy tricks, Song Yu grumbled inwardly.
But his little paws itched to touch them.
When Fu Yuqian bent down to place the bouquet, his arm moved a little awkwardly and his brow furrowed briefly.
Song Yu suddenly remembered the injury he sustained during filming the day before. Everyone had been so focused on his acting that they didn’t notice how hard he had fallen. Did he take care of it last night? Did he need to go to the hospital? Was there internal damage?
“Xiaoyu, I’m okay.”
Fu Yuqian noticed the flicker of concern in Song Yu’s expression and felt a rush of warmth.
“I checked it last night—it’s just some bruising. It’ll be fine in a few days.”
Song Yu let out a quiet meow, embarrassed.
He wasn’t concerned or anything. Not at all.
“It’s just… the injury’s on my back, so it’s hard to apply medicine myself.
I also don’t want anyone else touching me—because only you can look, only you can touch.
So maybe it’ll take longer to heal…
Xiaoyu, I’ll admit, I said that just to make you feel bad for me.
Do you feel bad for me?”
“Meow!!”
How can you be so shameless?!
Song Yu was stunned.
Fu Yuqian, as if reading his mind, replied,
“Because I want to be 100% honest with you. I’ll never lie to you again. Whatever I’m thinking, I’ll tell you.”
That may have sounded sweet, but being this honest was also kind of weird…
There was absolutely no sense of mystery left.
Song Yu started to wonder if he was becoming a bit of a scummy cat himself.
Fu Yuqian, sensing the shift, didn’t continue that topic and instead said,
“Just relax and enjoy yourself these next few days. If you’d like, I can draw you a rose bath.
When the flowers start to wilt, I’ll dry the petals and make you a rose-scented pillow. It’ll help you sleep.”
He had everything arranged so perfectly that Song Yu didn’t need to lift a paw.
Song Yu was afraid his heart would soften again and he’d fall for him all over—so he started thinking about moving back to his own place.
After all, he had bought a home. It wasn’t a villa, but it was spacious and comfortable.
But Fu Yuqian didn’t agree.
His reason: Zhao Hua still harbored deep hatred for Song Yu. No one could predict what she might do.
Even though he had someone keeping an eye on her, there was always a risk.
If Song Yu and his mom stayed here, at least he could guarantee their safety.
Song Yu had to admit, that made sense.
He knew Zhao Hua’s personality—spiteful, bitter, and vengeful.
Now that she’d lost everything and had a terrible reputation in the industry, she must hate both him and Fu Yuqian to the core.
So he dropped the idea—for now.
—
The air quieted again.
The warm afternoon sunlight streamed into the well-lit living room, gently warming the mood between them.
Fu Yuqian asked softly,
“Xiaoyu, can I hold you for a moment?”
His eyes never left Song Yu.
“I didn’t sleep at all last night. Without you by my side, my heart felt empty.”
Fu Yuqian’s looks were undeniably stunning.
His features were deep and beautiful, now overflowing with affection.
His fair skin was marked by the faint dark circles under his eyes, proving he wasn’t lying.
Song Yu took a tiny step toward him—just one.
But that was enough to make Fu Yuqian overjoyed.
He gently gathered Song Yu into his arms, holding him like a precious treasure he’d thought he’d lost forever.
Fine. Just this once—for the roses.
Song Yu flicked his tail.
Inside, his heart quietly warmed.
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