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Translator: YuQiChen/Churen
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The black-haired youth’s gaze was as cold and penetrating as an ice blade.
Ren Yuhui’s hands went weak, his legs trembling uncontrollably, sweat beading on his forehead. Despite having a weapon in his hand, while Fu Yixuan was unarmed with a cat in his arms, Ren Yuhui felt a chill down his spine and dared not make a move.
His intuition told him that if the youth didn’t have the cat in his arms and was unable to act, he would have ended up like Zhang Xu, lying on the ground in confusion.
Fu Yixuan held the cat in one hand and grabbed Ren Yuhui’s collar with the other, lifting him up. “You can confront me all you want, but never touch my cat.”
His voice was icy, the veins in his hand gripping the collar protruding, his face dark and menacing. “Understood?”
Ren Yuhui’s face turned red, nodding frantically, his voice stuttering, “I won’t… I won’t do it again…”
Fu Yixuan didn’t want to scare the little cat in his arms. Without even looking at Ren Yuhui, he tossed him aside like garbage.
Ren Yuhui was thrown against the wall, struggling to stand up, breathing heavily, taking a while to regain his composure.
At that moment, the door suddenly swung open, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.
“Xiao Hui, why haven’t you come down for dinner yet?” The man’s voice was impatient and stern.
He was well-groomed, dressed sharply, slightly overweight, clearly wealthy, bearing a resemblance to Ren Yuhui.
Ren Yuhui grew even more nervous, stuttering out, “Dad, I, I was just playing with a classmate.”
His father glanced around the room, looking displeased. He knew well enough what kind of troublemaker his son was, forming cliques in school and bullying classmates from less fortunate backgrounds.
Rarely home, as long as it didn’t affect the family’s interests, he didn’t want to waste time dealing with his son’s petty issues. After all, Ren Yuhui was just one of his many sons. He had intended to leave the room but happened to glance over and was momentarily taken aback by the black-haired youth.
“Is this your classmate?” Ren Yuhui’s father asked casually.
“Yes, his name is Fu Yixuan, my classmate,” Ren Yuhui answered nervously.
Ren Yuhui’s father carefully examined Fu Yixuan’s features, then suddenly inquired, “Classmate, what are your parents’ names?”
Having navigated the business world for years, Ren Yuhui’s father had a sharp gaze, often making seasoned professionals tremble.
However, Fu Yixuan, holding the cat in his arms, paid no heed to Ren Yuhui’s father’s attempts to assert dominance. He lifted his head to meet the father’s gaze directly, fearlessly and confidently stating, “I have no father. My surname is Fu, after my mother.”
A cold glance from Fu Yixuan made even the experienced businessman feel slightly uncomfortable.
“Meow~” Tang Qing let out a soft meow, rubbing against Fu Yixuan’s neck.
Calm down, shit-shovelling officer, you can’t just beat up someone’s son in their own home. Even though the shit-shovelling officer could handle one against two or one against three, their family had countless bodyguards.
Fu Yixuan lowered his eyes to look at the orange cat in his arms, his slender porcelain-white fingers continuously stroking the cat. He seemed to have finally calmed down, ignoring Ren Yuhui, who was trembling, and his father staring at him. He walked out of the room coldly, saying, “Thank you for your hospitality, Classmate Ren. I’m taking my cat home.”
Ren’s father remained noncommittal, turned to the side, had the security guard open the door, and squinted slightly, subconsciously staring at the black-haired youth’s impeccable figure.
It felt somewhat familiar.
Fu Yixuan held the cat close, feeling the warmth in his arms, and left the Ren residence.
Finally leaving the Ren family, phew~
After the big scare, Tang Qing took a deep breath.
Tang Qing always felt Ren’s father’s gaze was strange, not sure if he was overthinking it.
Back at home, Fu Yixuan walked into his room and locked the door. He casually undid the buttons on his clothes, allowing the little orange cat to snuggle against his bare chest, tightly tucked into his embrace, snug as a bug.
Tang Qing felt like he was being squeezed to death.
Why did he have to snuggle so soon after coming back home?
And did snuggling really require taking off clothes?
Playing… playing this big…
Breaking news:
Recently, a woman reported a theft, claiming that her twenty-pound orange cat was stolen from her home. Veteran cat lover Officer Fu immediately responded to the call, identified dozens of suspects, raided a criminal hideout, and successfully rescued the orange cat.
However, Officer Fu has yet to return the orange cat to its rightful owner, and its whereabouts remain unknown to this day.
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