Ever since Fu Yuqian joined the filming crew, the once-active pet blogger had practically vanished. Fans could only survive on the leftover sweetness from that livestream, but by now, they had chewed it dry. They needed fresh content.
Though the internet was constantly buzzing with updates about Fu Yuqian and Song Yu, fans were still busy fighting off rumors and managing public comments. Even so, in between battles, they longed for a reward from their idol.
But no matter how much they begged, this damn man Fu Yuqian remained unmoved.
So, the “Qian Qian girls” (Fu Yuqian’s fans) had no choice—they turned to the “Fish fans” (Song Yu’s fandom) for help.
Currently, the two fandoms were getting along like syrup and honey, super close. When the Fish fans heard the request, they were dumbfounded.
Why are you asking us to beg Fu Yuqian to post?
Granted, many of them had secretly started stanning Fu Yuqian too…
But hey—as long as they didn’t openly jump ship, they were still “pure” Fish fans.
The Qian Qian girls sighed:
“Well, Fu Yuqian ignores us. But maybe if you ask, he’ll listen. After all, you’re the ones with real influence now.”
“That dog of a man doesn’t deserve fans as good as us.”
The Fish fans: “…”
Truth be told… they missed Yi Yi too.
So the Fish fans mobilized and began leaving comments under Fu Yuqian’s Weibo super topic and his last post, all pleading him to post an update.
Fu Yuqian, secretly touched, thought,
My fans are like warm little padded jackets—so thoughtful.
Once I win over Song Yu, I’ll definitely give them a treat.
With that as an excuse, he headed off to visit Song Yu—again.
Song Yu… honestly, what could he even say at this point?
Fu Yuqian came knocking every single day, often with some “urgent business.” Sometimes it felt like he was showing up eight times a day.
Even Song’s mom had gone numb. Every time she saw Fu Yuqian, she’d vacate the room without a word.
And honestly, having her son at home these past few days… was kind of exhausting.
He was fussy and delicate—and it was springtime, so he’d started shedding fur.
Two nights ago, while half-asleep, she’d rolled over and inhaled a noseful of hair—nearly choked on it.
So last night, she booted him out of her bed with righteous conviction:
“You’re a grown child already. Why are you still sleeping with your mom?”
Song Yu was instantly aggrieved.
Fu Yuqian never complains about my fur…
Today, Fu Yuqian—same as always—washed Song Yu’s little jiojio, brushed out the loose fur, then brushed his teeth.
It was luxury-tier service.
Song Yu melted into a puddle of pampered cat.
In his mind, Yi Yi was a bit envious:
“Your servant treats you so well… He never did all that for me. He always made his assistant do it.”
That comparison actually made Song Yu feel a bit smug.
It was true—Fu Yuqian had never been this patient or meticulous with anyone else.
Not even Yi Yi.
Feeling a tinge of guilt after his gloating, Song Yu offered, “I’ll clean you next time.”
Yi Yi seized the moment to ask:
“Then can I skip baths? I lick myself every day—I’m super clean, meow!”
“No way,” Song Yu shot him down mercilessly.
“And when you do take a bath, you better behave and not make a fuss.”
“You big meanie, meow!!”
Yi Yi sulked and fell silent.
After (possibly) bullying Yi Yi a bit, Song Yu was in a better mood.
He graciously asked Fu Yuqian what he wanted this time.
Fu Yuqian showed him the flood of comments on Weibo.
Song Yu thought: My fans want to see me? Sure, why not.
He found a spot with good lighting, laid down gracefully, and extended his soft white jiojio.
Then, with a teasing pose, he licked it once—his little pink tongue both sexy and innocent.
Adorable enough to take someone’s breath away.
Fu Yuqian played the role of photographer, carefully capturing the beauty of Song Yu.
After a bit of light editing, Fu Yuqian posted the photo to Weibo.
Unlike before, he didn’t add any caption.
Just coldly dropped the pic like an emotionless image-posting machine.
The Fish Fans (Song Yu’s fans) were moved to tears:
Our baby is adorable again ahhh! He’s trying to trick us into raising cats! How can a cat be this beautiful?!
Meanwhile, the Qian Qian Girls (Fu Yuqian’s fans) were full of question marks:
Wait—sisters, yes, Yi Yi is very cute, we saved the photo and look at it daily for serotonin, BUT—we want to see Fu Yuqian. New, fresh Fu Yuqian!
Luckily, the Fish Fans had a conscience. After enjoying the cat pic, they pushed even harder for a photo of them together—and even specified the poses:
They wanted Fu Yuqian to kiss Yi Yi on the head, and also bury his face into Yi Yi’s soft little belly.
Fu Yuqian looked helpless on the surface, but his eyes sparkled with joy. He pretended to struggle:
“Xiao Yu, look, the fans asked for this… we can’t refuse them, right?”
Lies!
You never care about fan service!
Song Yu was so angry even a few of his white whiskers trembled. He wanted to scream at the fans:
Wake up! You’re handing me over to the wolf with your own hands!
But… how could he say no to his fans?
He couldn’t.
He had already made them worry for two whole months.
So Song Yu could only glare at Fu Yuqian furiously, then closed his eyes, flopped out with his four paws splayed, and thought:
Fine, do it. I’ll just pretend I got chewed on by a pig.
Fu Yuqian adjusted the camera, then walked over and gently picked Song Yu up, placing a soft kiss on his head.
“Xiao Yu, I love you.”
His voice was deep and teasing, like an electric current running through Song Yu’s fur. Song Yu’s whole body tingled, and even his face felt hot.
He shook his ears and mumbled:
Not listening, not listening, evil incantations.
When it came time for the belly photo, Song Yu was stiff as a board—utterly uncomfortable.
But Fu Yuqian, who had his ear pressed to the belly, didn’t care.
And once the photo was uploaded, fans immediately picked up on the subtext.
【Not gonna lie, this pose Fu the Dog is doing… is he listening for fetal movement?!】
【WTF, sis—wait. I’m inspired. I’m going to draw this. WAIT FOR ME.】
【HOLY, IT’S LADY LUOYAN IN THE THREAD! GO, GO, GO—WE STAN YOU FOREVER!】
That same night, artist Luoyan really did post an illustration on Weibo.
In the drawing, cat-eared Song Yu shyly lifted his shirt, revealing a slightly rounded belly.
Fu Yuqian gently pressed his face to it, as if listening for a sound…
The art style was soft, dreamy, and gorgeous.
The composition was perfect.
It had just the right amount of alluring suggestion—a masterpiece that sent fans’ imaginations racing like a bullet train.
Shuangyu CP (Double Fish) fans lost it.
They clutched their hearts, wanting to kneel and worship:
What kind of divine being is this woman?!
【Help me up—I can still ship!】
【My mom just asked why I’m licking my screen on my knees.】
【Luoyan, weren’t you a solo stan?! You’ve fallen too?! Never mind—us CP clowns are all in the same boat.】
【I was a solo stan… Forget it. Today I’m a Double Fish girl. Double Fish, please give me babies right now ahhh I want cute little kittens!】
【When will the real people recreate this pose? I can’t even dare imagine! But my idol is so good to fans, he’ll fulfill our wish for sure.】
That day, Double Fish CP soared to new heights.
Their super-topic trended top, and their fanbase exploded past 10 million—setting a record.
Even big-name fans and blogger He Lingling reached out to Luoyan, offering to buy the art and turn it into a body pillow—with plans to give away 10,000 for free.
He Lingling also posted a Weibo:
“Fu Yuqian, you damn dog. If you mistreat my ex-husband, I’ll cut you.”
This influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers had officially become a CP fan.
The solo fans’ final resistance collapsed—they could only cry while reposting:
Pick me! I want the pillow!
Song Yu, of course, saw all this.
Because Fu Yuqian, that dog of a man, had actually set the fanart as his phone wallpaper.
Song Yu knew Luoyan well.
She was an amazing fan artist, one of his loyal solo fans, always drawing merch and support art—she even designed all his Q-version avatars that he used across platforms.
But now… she had betrayed him.
From pure solo stan to Double Fish CP supporter.
It was a moral collapse.
Even He Lingling had publicly “divorced” him.
Song Yu’s feelings were complicated.
In the end, he just curled up and shut down.
As for why he was still at Fu Yuqian’s place that night—it was because his mom kicked him out.
She had said, “Fu comes here eight times a day and you never kick him out. I spend most of my day in the yard or in my room—have some sympathy for your mom. I’m getting old and it’s too cold.”
So, Song Yu reluctantly returned with Fu Yuqian.
But he made it very clear (and catlike): “I’ll sleep in the cat room. And just because I’m back doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you.”
Fu Yuqian didn’t dare argue.
Instead, he sneakily pulled up the fan comments and showed them to Song Yu again.
Song Yu typed back, firmly:
No way. Absolutely not. If anyone should be listening for fetal movement, it’s me on you!
Fu Yuqian was quick—he instantly took a screenshot of the message and shamelessly replied: “Xiao Yu, the baby kicked me. Don’t you want to come listen?”
Song Yu glanced at Fu Yuqian’s firm, toned abs… and couldn’t help but recall the defined muscles and that sharp v-line he had seen before…
And shut down again.
When it came to shamelessness, Fu Yuqian was second to none.
After dinner, Fu Yuqian helped wash Song Yu’s paws again.
Then, under Song Yu’s confused gaze, he pulled out a jar of bruise-soothing balm and unscrewed it.
“Xiao Yu, can you help me apply this?”
Before Song Yu could reject him, he had already taken off his shirt and laid down on the bed.
Song Yu: “…”
He looked down—and of course, saw the large patch of bruising.
Fu Yuqian’s skin was pale, so the marks stood out starkly.
He had really taken a bad fall.
Song Yu sighed and scooped out a bit of the white ointment with his paw, then gently spread it on Fu Yuqian’s back.
Using a little kitten as a nurse… Fu Yuqian, you’re getting too bold.
Song Yu hated how soft-hearted he was.
Later, the colorful rose saplings Fu Yuqian had ordered arrived.
He and Song Yu dug holes together and planted them.
Some of the buds had already started to form—if they took root, they would bloom in just a few days.
Song Yu really liked the rose conservatory. Whenever he was bored, he’d come in to take a look, sniff the sweet scent of the roses.
Fu Yuqian brought in a red guitar, wearing a white hoodie and jeans, and sat in the rose house playing and singing to Song Yu. When his long fingers strummed the strings, he looked like he had stepped straight out of a manga. Song Yu watched in a bit of a daze, then looked down at his cat paws and once again realized just how inconvenient it was being in a cat’s body.
When the song ended, Fu Yuqian reached out and scratched under his chin.
“Xiao Yu, your birthday’s in three days. Have you really not considered waking up yet? Maybe record a video for your fans, or do a livestream?”
Had time really passed so fast? Song Yu’s birthday was on the 22nd—an optimistic and enthusiastic Aries boy by nature.
In the blink of an eye, he’d been unconscious for so long. His eyes moved slightly.
Yes… he really should wake up soon.
Otherwise, his fans might just switch to stanning Yi Yi full-time.
But he couldn’t let Fu Yuqian get too smug.
So Song Yu turned around and ran to the study. Fu Yuqian followed behind.
Song Yu jumped onto the desk chair and tapped at the keyboard with his paw, signaling Fu Yuqian to turn the computer on. Once Fu Yuqian did, Song Yu opened a popular forum and began typing furiously.
The post title needed to be explosive, attention-grabbing:
“Your idol Fu Yuqian is a cat-abusing bastard!”
Content… what blackmail did he have on him? Song Yu thought long and hard but couldn’t come up with anything. He had to admit, this guy really was kind of perfect.
But—fabrication was always an option.
Song Yu typed with fierce determination:
Fu Yuqian is an extremely insidious man. Don’t be fooled by him. He doesn’t love Song Yu—he’s just using him to hide his shameful desires. He actually likes his cat. He kisses the cat on the mouth every day, touches its bell, sleeps with it. If it weren’t illegal, he’d probably want to marry the cat. Wake up, people! Set Song Yu free!
After posting, Song Yu finally felt a sense of relief.
That’s right. Fu Yuqian’s been professing his love to a little cat this whole time. My human self is clean and untouched!
Unsurprisingly, Song Yu was immediately labeled a delusional solo stan and got a healthy dose of “concern” from others.
【Sis, you’re fighting a losing battle. Don’t struggle anymore. I used to be a solo stan too. Now I want to be a grandma stan—I hope Song Yu gives birth to eight kittens.】
【I am that cat. I really do sleep with my husband every night (/ω＼)】
【Another fan just snapped. Carry her out and give her a dignified burial.】
When he refreshed the page again… the post had been deleted.
Song Yu nearly spat blood.
So it’s true—truth only belongs to the few.
Fu Yuqian picked him up from the chair and gently massaged his paws.
“Tired from typing, Xiao Yu? Want a kiss?”
Song Yu: “…”
These days, he always fell asleep in the cat bed but would wake up on Fu Yuqian’s bed.
Though Fu Yuqian never did anything inappropriate, and Song Yu actually liked sleeping curled up around him, he would still pretend to be grumpy—just for appearances.
The day before his birthday, there was still no sign that he would return to his human body. Fans were all praying for him to wake up.
Before sleeping that night, Song Yu chatted with Yi Yi in his mind:
“Yi Yi, tomorrow’s my birthday. I really want to do something for the fans… but am I just going to forgive Fu Yuqian this easily?”
But Yi Yi didn’t reply. Maybe she didn’t understand what Song Yu meant.
Song Yu fell asleep with a hint of regret.
But Yi Yi’s soul didn’t sleep.
She was trying hard to move her four paws—trying again and again.
And finally, as the first light of dawn spilled across the ground, she succeeded.
She saw a white, pure energy slowly float away from her body and drift out the window.
She vaguely understood:
That’s Song Yu’s soul.
I finally got to help Daddy.
Yi Yi happily wagged her tail.
Just then, Fu Yuqian woke up.
He picked up Song Yu, who was next to him, and kissed the top of his head. His voice was warm and deep, almost magnetic—it could make people pregnant just hearing it:
“Xiao Yu, happy birthday. Want some longevity noodles this morning?”
Yi Yi let out a loud, joyful meow and licked Fu Yuqian’s face enthusiastically:
“Meow aow! Master, Hu Hanyi has returned, meow!”
“Yi Yi?!”
Fu Yuqian’s face turned dark.
Author’s Note:
Yi Yi: That’s right, I am the biggest plot twist among all plot twists!
Special thanks from 2020-03-11 17:19:45 to 2020-03-12 11:54:21:
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