Ji Yan had always lived a pampered life; she never did manual labor, nor did she know how. How could she have applied the medicine herself? And who else would she let touch her?
This anomaly—something that hadn’t happened in twelve years—made Xiao Lin’s acting falter. Her beautiful eyes, which still held a few fine lines despite careful maintenance, darkened. She stared fixatedly at Ji Yan’s hand, refusing to let go.
With cold indifference and a sharp, sharp impatience in her frigid eyes, Ji Yan looked toward the head of the Ji family and lazily spat out a few words: “Old man, I’m leaving.”
Without waiting for his consent, she left behind a haughty silhouette and walked straight toward her room on the second floor.
“Ji! Yan!—”
The Old Master was livid, huffing and puffing until the private doctor reminded him to watch his blood pressure.
Xiao Lin remained frozen in place. It was the same rebellious behavior as before, yet she felt as though something had quietly changed, filling her with extreme unease. It was as if the special privilege of being indulged no longer belonged to her.
No, absolutely not!
Tomorrow, she would “personally” cook for A-Yan to coax her…
Upon returning to the Shen family’s main residence, Shen Ruoshuang’s first priority was to check on Buwang.
Because CEO Shen was coming back, the cat had been locked in the Pet Room early. Thus, despite hearing the sound of its owner returning, it couldn’t go to the door to greet her. Instead, it stayed behind the glass door, rolling over to show its belly and meowing in a high-pitched, sweet tone.
It was hard to imagine that such a fierce, untamable, and independent little female cat could be such a “clinger.” Its voice wasn’t like Xu Yinian’s usual soft-spoken gentleness—unless it was during certain specific moments of coquetry. Shen Ruoshuang had only heard such soft, pleading cries during drunken nights or moments of passion.
She went inside to feed and play with it personally. As her palm stroked the soft fur along its spine, Buwang gave her the courtesy of purring loudly.
Shen Ruoshuang recalled what the butler had reluctantly revealed after being questioned about what she saw on the surveillance. After the incident on that rainy day, Buwang hadn’t been eating well and was constantly trying to sneak into that room.
The cat was fast and aggressive toward others, hissing and scratching; no one dared to pick it up and move it. After some discussion, Shen Ruoshuang had the butler install a gate at the first-floor stairs to temporarily restrict its range of movement.
This turn of events made Shen Ruoshuang loathe that “lover” and the rule-breaking Shen Yi even more. She wanted to investigate the person, but she couldn’t obtain a single second of surveillance footage. After all, everyone in the main residence was employed by Shen Yi—who would dare defy her to pry into her privacy?
They feared an immediate confrontation between the Young Mistress and the CEO. The only piece of information was that financial aid ceremony, and the trail went cold there.
Thinking of this, she spoke to the stubborn “daughter” of a cat with a mix of helplessness and reproach: “Do you still want to see your mama? If you don’t eat properly, how will you last until she comes back?”
This disabled kitten, abandoned by its mother and born so frail it almost died, had only one “mama”—Xu Yinian, who had spent so much effort raising it.
In the beginning, the kitten needed to be fed every two hours. It coincided with classes, and Xu Yinian, terrified the kitten would disappear, must have secretly brought it to her classroom desk.
Shen Ruoshuang had walked into the classroom that day and immediately suffered a cat hair allergy. Always cold and meticulous, she had been reduced to an unseemly state, sneezing one after another in front of everyone, her nose and eyes turning red.
Though the people around her offered fawning concern, their sycophancy far outweighed their actual worry. Most were simply enjoying the “humanizing” spectacle of seeing her fall from her pedestal due to a physical weakness.
She hadn’t expected that for an entire class, a timid, guilty gaze would be persistently cast toward her back. It was inconspicuous among the many stares, mirroring the girl’s own effort to hide her presence.
As if sensing that the gaze would be easily startled, Shen Ruoshuang controlled her urge to look back. She waited patiently until class ended and she was surrounded by people.
When she casually turned her head, she saw that youthful, slender figure hurriedly standing up and running out. That fleeting glimpse of a blushing face and the flash of a school uniform hem made Shen Ruoshuang’s breath hitch. She remembered.
It was the girl who had borrowed a Sanitary Pad from her last time—the one who was so embarrassed she nearly died, fleeing like a startled rabbit…
Even though the allergy symptoms subsided quickly after the kitten was sent away, that girl’s gaze seemed to stay stuck to her like glue, observing her condition for the rest of the day. She was drowning in worry and self-blame.
Beyond that shrinking timidity and shame, Ruoshuang had never seen someone so foolish. But even if she couldn’t keep the kitten by her side, Xu Yinian had somehow managed to raise it in secret, heaven knows how much effort she had poured into it.
Just then, Buwang, who had been purring quietly under the stroking, suddenly stopped. It jumped up and rushed to the glass door, standing on its hind legs and peering out expectantly.
Shen Ruoshuang’s gaze instantly became cold and sharp. She stood up and looked over.
Sure enough, Shen Yi was back.
Buwang was naturally defensive and sensitive; it could sense when people disliked or feared it. Aside from Shen Ruoshuang, it wasn’t close to anyone. The butler hadn’t even dared to let Shen Yi and Buwang meet. But every time Shen Yi returned, Shen Ruoshuang could feel the cat becoming exceptionally tense and guarded. That cold, oppressive aura—even the cat loathed it.
“CEO Shen, the Young Mistress is back. She’s… inside.”
The butler’s voice came from the entryway, not very clear. Clearly, she knew better than to mention the pet room; CEO Shen didn’t like such things and especially looked down on the Young Mistress “wasting her ambition” by raising a cat despite her allergies.
But the Young Mistress seemed to have made some sort of deal with CEO Shen over it. Shen Yi hadn’t laid a finger on the cat, and they had spent a few years living in mutual avoidance. After all, Shen Yi didn’t return to the main residence often—only a few times a year.
No matter how bold this cat was, it didn’t dare provoke CEO Shen, except for that reckless dash that had nearly killed everyone last time.
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