Bathing meant allowing Fu Yuqian to touch his adorable body, but refusing meant Fu Yuqian wouldn’t take him to see his mother.
Song Yu desperately wanted to declare that he could wash himself, but his current feline anatomy made it utterly impossible. Oh heavens, how could you bear to punish such a cute little kitty like me?
“Yiyi, have you decided yet?” Fu Yuqian asked, suppressing a laugh as he scratched Song Yu’s chin.
With a swipe of his paw, Song Yu slapped Fu Yuqian’s hand away. After much internal struggle, he let out a weak meow. Fine, I’ll bathe. For the chance to see his mother, he would endure it.
Once again, Song Yu felt fortunate that Fu Yuqian didn’t know his cat was actually him.
After entering Fu Yuqian’s bathroom, Song Yu watched as Fu Yuqian changed out of his clothes, leaving only his pajamas. He meticulously scrubbed the cat bath basin and filled it with water at the perfect temperature. Smiling, he said, “Yiyi, come take a bath.”
Song Yu moved toward the basin one reluctant step at a time, as if walking to his execution, before finally jumping in.
Fu Yuqian’s expression remained calm, and his gentle movements were no different than usual as he bathed Song Yu. Yet, Song Yu couldn’t help but feel incredibly uncomfortable.
With a mournful meow, Song Yu tried to convince himself that this wasn’t his body and that he was merely an emotionless orange cat. Unfortunately, his self-hypnosis didn’t work. He was acutely aware of Fu Yuqian’s hands moving across him, sending shivers of discomfort through his body.
Time crawled at an agonizing pace. Song Yu squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
When Fu Yuqian moved on to clean certain sensitive areas, Song Yu felt like his entire body had turned crimson. His face burned, but it was thankfully hidden under his fur. Fu Yuqian wasn’t slow, though. After ensuring everything was clean, he quickly wrapped Song Yu in a soft, clean towel.
“Meow…” Song Yu let out a long sigh of relief—it was finally over.
After drying him off with a hairdryer, Fu Yuqian casually kissed the top of Song Yu’s head and said, “All done, Yiyi. Go play now while I take a bath myself.”
Song Yu bolted from the bathroom in a flash.
He ran straight to the door, but it had been closed by Fu Yuqian. Leaping gracefully, he reached for the handle but found the door locked. It seemed Fu Yuqian had locked it without him noticing.
Song Yu fiddled with the round lock for ages with his paws but couldn’t turn it. Exhausted, he finally jumped down, wondering when Fu Yuqian had locked the door—and why he hadn’t noticed at all.
Before he could figure it out, his ears twitched toward the bathroom. A sound reached him—familiar, suggestive, and enough to make his imagination run wild.
Song Yu instinctively covered his ears with his paws, but it was useless. The sounds slipped through, one thread at a time, drilling into his ears. Letting out a small whimper, he felt utterly violated.
When Fu Yuqian had secretly been in love with him, perhaps he wouldn’t have cared about such noises. But now? It made him squirm all over.
He knew Fu Yuqian’s habits—about half an hour was typical. With no escape, Song Yu tried to distract himself by singing songs in his head or recalling jokes to pass the time.
Then, his thoughts drifted. He remembered how, on the day of his car accident, Fu Yuqian had visited him in the hospital. He had vaguely mumbled “Mom,” to which Fu Yuqian had cryptically replied that he would be his “Mom.” Song Yu had assumed at the time that Fu Yuqian had a girlfriend, but now he realized that Fu Yuqian had meant himself.
Because Fu Yuqian had secretly loved him, his grief at Song Yu’s car accident made sense. His immediate visit to the hospital despite the difficulties, enduring a cold reception from Song Yu’s mother, and unhesitatingly retaliating against Ye Tiansi’s slander—all were driven by his feelings.
Song Yu couldn’t deny that Fu Yuqian’s devotion was touching. He cherished genuine kindness from others, and it was hard not to be moved.
Just as he was about to sigh melancholically, a husky, sultry voice emerged from the bathroom:
“Song Yu… mm…”
Song Yu: “…”
Ahhhhh! Fu Yuqian, go to hell!
Song Yu’s fur puffed up in indignation.
Five minutes later, the sound of running water finally ceased. Fu Yuqian emerged, toweling off his hair. His gaze met Song Yu’s fiery eyes, brimming with fury.
Fresh out of the shower, Fu Yuqian looked like he had stepped out of a manga—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a perfectly toned physique. His female fans would have surely screamed in delight.
But Song Yu? He just wanted to leap onto him and claw him to pieces.
He was mortified—Fu Yuqian had been calling his name while doing that unspeakable thing!
If Fu Yuqian hadn’t been completely unaware that Yiyi had “switched cores,” Song Yu would have suspected he was doing it on purpose.
This despicable man—he should never have felt moved by him!
“Yiyi, why are you on the floor?” Fu Yuqian walked over, trying to pick Song Yu up, but Song Yu dodged swiftly, letting out fierce meows. Fu Yuqian feigned confusion. “Yiyi, do you need to use the bathroom?”
He reached for the doorknob, only to find it wouldn’t turn. “When did this lock itself? Is the door lock broken?”
Once the door was open, Song Yu bolted away again, racing straight to his cat bed. He used his paws to shove the door shut behind him, wishing he could lock it as well!
Watching Song Yu’s retreating figure, Fu Yuqian’s lips curved in a subtle, silent smile.
After a while, Fu Yuqian yawned dramatically and called out, “Yiyi, I’m feeling sleepy. I left the door open for you; I’m heading to bed.”
Song Yu didn’t want to acknowledge him at all. This shameless scoundrel!
The room soon fell quiet. Song Yu lay curled up in his cat bed, trying to soothe his traumatized heart. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t erase the memory of Fu Yuqian’s husky, tender voice murmuring his name. The sound echoed in his mind, leaving Song Yu on the verge of tears. He could only curl up tighter and force himself to count sheep—sleep, sleep, just fall asleep.
He didn’t know how many sheep he had counted when sleep finally began to overtake him. But even then, he couldn’t rest well. He felt cold. Having grown accustomed to Fu Yuqian’s warm embrace, he couldn’t settle, and soon, he began to dream.
In his dream, he was getting a massage. The masseur had amazing skills, leaving him feeling utterly relaxed. Song Yu even complimented them and wondered if they could come home with him as his personal masseur. But when he turned his head to look, the masseur’s face was Fu Yuqian’s.
With an expression full of affection, Fu Yuqian looked at him and confessed in a deep, magnetic voice, “Song Yu, I like you.”
The shock jolted Song Yu awake.
He was so angry he could cry.
By the time morning finally came, Song Yu sat in a daze, utterly defeated by the cruelty of life.
Thankfully, today was the day he would see his mom.
During breakfast, Song Yu barely ate. Fu Yuqian noticed and felt a pang of guilt, deciding he shouldn’t push him too far. Hoping to distract Song Yu, he picked up the script for The Tyrant’s Beloved Pet that he’d shown him before.
“Yiyi, the director reached out to Yin Lang again. He’s very sincere about this project. I think you should give it a try. I’m confident you’ll do a great job.”
Song Yu found the script quite interesting. He had a strong interest in acting, and most importantly, if he went out to film, Fu Yuqian definitely wouldn’t follow him. He could finally breathe the sweet air of freedom!
“Meow.” I agree.
Fu Yuqian smiled. “Yiyi, you’re amazing.”
Near noon, Fu Yuqian prepared to head out. Before leaving, he went to the glass greenhouse and cut a large bouquet of roses, meticulously wrapping red, pink, and white ones together into a stunning arrangement. Song Yu loved roses and couldn’t help but glance at them a few times.
“Yiyi, do you like roses too?” Fu Yuqian cut one more, carefully removed the thorns, and tucked it into the collar of Song Yu’s cat necklace. He smiled. “Yiyi, you’re so beautiful.”
Song Yu didn’t want to respond and simply sniffed the rose’s fragrance.
Why is Fu Yuqian suddenly bringing roses to the hospital? Does he know I like them?
When they arrived at the hospital, Fu Yuqian went to see Ying Qi first. “Ying Qi, how has Auntie Song been these past few days? Please ask the caregivers to pay attention to what she likes to eat and spend more time chatting with her. All the costs will be on me.”
In the cat carrier, Song Yu was stunned. So my mom has also been under Fu Yuqian’s care this whole time? Just how much has he done for me?
Ying Qi smiled. “Don’t worry; Auntie Song is doing well.”
“That’s good. If you like the car, keep it.”
“You’ve got some nerve!” Ying Qi glared at him. “Your elder brother called me, asking if you had set him up. He ended up buying me another car as compensation. Your old car? I don’t even care about it!”
Fu Yuqian looked surprised. His overly strict elder brother had actually taken action.
After saying goodbye to Ying Qi, Fu Yuqian carried the cat carrier in one hand and the roses in the other, cutting a dashing figure as he stood in front of Song’s mom. She immediately smiled when she saw Song Yu. “Ah, Xiao Fu, you’re here! Come in.”
“Auntie, I came to ask you for a favor. With New Year’s approaching, work is keeping me busy. I’m a little worried about leaving Yiyi at home alone. Could I trouble you to look after him for a few days? I asked the doctor, and he said it’s fine to keep a cat as long as it doesn’t wander around and bother others.”
Song’s mom was overjoyed. “Really? That’s wonderful! No problem at all. You can focus on work; I’ll take great care of Yiyi.” She immediately took Song Yu out of the carrier. Song Yu dove into her arms, meowing loudly in complaint: Mom! This man bullied me terribly! Please stand up for me!
Fu Yuqian placed the roses beside Song Yu’s bed. “Auntie, I heard Song Yu liked roses, so I brought some I cultivated myself. I hope he wakes up soon. You wouldn’t believe it—our fans are all hoping we’ll perform together again.”
Song Yu clearly saw the love and sadness in Fu Yuqian’s eyes as he looked at his comatose body.
Song’s mom’s impression of Fu Yuqian improved even more. “What a good boy. You’re so thoughtful.”
Near lunchtime, Fu Yuqian shamelessly joined Song’s mom for a meal, while Song Yu had high-end imported cat food. He didn’t mind at all—anything was worth it to be away from Fu Yuqian.
Fu Yuqian chatted with Song’s mom for a while longer before leaving. “Yiyi, be good and listen. I’ll come back for you soon.”
“Meow.” Just leave already. I don’t want to see you again.
Song’s mom chuckled and waved Song Yu’s paw. “Yiyi, wave goodbye to daddy!”
Song Yu: …Mom, are you serious?
Even Fu Yuqian couldn’t help but laugh. Song Yu had clearly inherited his mom’s charm.
“Auntie, I’ll be going now. My assistant will bring over Yiyi’s usual things.”
“Alright. Xiao Fu, take care of yourself too.”
After Fu Yuqian left, Song’s mom sighed. “Ah, Xiao Fu is such a nice young man—handsome and polite. If only Xiao Yu were a girl.”
Song Yu: …Mom, I’m so disappointed in you.
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Author’s Note:
Song Yu: Mom, wake up!!
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