After Transmigrating As The Female Lead Of A Cruel Novel, I Raised a Big Shot Cat - Chapter 10

The woman’s smile was bright, like the shimmering surface of a lake in summer, openly accepting the warm applause of the outside world and returning it with an even more radiant beauty.

“Though I’d love to hear Miss Bo praise me a few more times, dinner is ready.” Her voice softened, laced with uncontrollable amusement, and that dazzling face caused Bo Shuhan to nod in a daze.

Understanding the other’s awkwardness, Ji Qingyue took the lead and headed downstairs.

However, the moment she turned her back, she couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. She found this person surprisingly cute.

As the footsteps grew distant, Bo Shuhan looked at the cat nearby, which was pretending to know nothing, and gave a cold, mock-sinister smile.

Fine then, two petty, childish brats~

By the time the person and the cat came down, Bo Shuhan’s hair was slightly messy, while the cat held its head high like a victorious king.

“I wasn’t sure if Miss Bo preferred Western or Chinese cuisine, so I made a bit of both. You can choose what you like.”

The soft, warm voice rang out at just the right moment, soothing the irritation in both the human and the cat. After thanking her, Bo Shuhan sat at one side of the dining table.

The effort put into the dishes was evident.

There was steak and dessert for the Western side, while the Chinese side featured sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, and spicy chicken cubes. Both styles were plated beautifully, she had clearly put her best effort into making them a feast for the eyes and the palate.

“It’s delicious,” Bo Shuhan remarked after tasting a piece of the sweet and sour pork ribs.

“I’m glad it suits your taste.” Ji Qingyue smiled faintly, not putting much stock in the casual praise. To a big shot like her, everything eaten was surely meticulously crafted, this was likely just polite small talk.

“Would you like a drink?”

Bo Shuhan wasn’t good with alcohol. “Just a soft drink is fine.”

“OK, would you like lemon water, Sprite, or Coke?”

“Lemon water.”

The interaction between the two was simple, carrying a strange sense of warm detachment. However, both seemed to enjoy this atmosphere, and for a while, neither spoke.

As the meal progressed and they grew full, their pace slowed. Ji Qingyue looked at the bright moon outside the window and formally thanked Bo Shuhan.

“Thank you, Miss Bo, for lending a hand that day. If it weren’t for you, I might not be seeing this moon today.”

Bo Shuhan raised her eyes. “Would Ye Sishen actually dare to kill someone?”

Ji Qingyue paused. “Probably not.” In the book, it never said Ye Sishen killed anyone, but he certainly had a way of disregarding the law.

In contrast to Ji Qingyue’s partial understanding, the “Big Boss” (the cat) bristled instantly, thinking mockingly: [He indeed wouldn’t kill Qingyue, but he loves to imprison people. He locks normal people in small dark rooms without food or water until they break.]

Hearing this (in spirit), Bo Shuhan’s gaze turned cold.

“The fact that you chose to leave him proves he isn’t a good man.”

Ji Qingyue blinked, looking at the woman sitting across from her. The woman’s brow was stern and her green eyes cold, yet Ji Qingyue felt an illusion of deep trust. A flower-like smile suddenly bloomed on her face. “Thank you.”

Bo Shuhan was baffled by the gratitude, her narrow eyes widening for a brief second before returning to her usual coldness.

“But you’re right, Ye Sichen is definitely not a good person.” Thinking of everything Ye Sishen did in the book, a flash of loathing crossed Ji Qingyue’s eyes.

“Specifically?”

“Specifically… specifically, he’s an idiot.” Ji Qingyue cursed him without hesitation.

Bo Shuhan’s hand holding the cutlery paused, but Ji Qingyue didn’t hold back.

“Because he misses his ‘White Moonlight’ (first love), he finds a substitute? If I were that White Moonlight, I’d vomit on him right then and there. If he misses her so much, go find her! Using the excuse that the company can’t leave him while he’s emotionally cheating… it’s disgusting.”

Having finally found someone to vent to, Ji Qingyue couldn’t stop herself.

“A CEO gaslighting a young girl and acting like his gaslighting is some noble trait… that kind of person? Pah!”

After finishing her rant, Ji Qingyue blinked and suddenly realized she had lost her composure. In the next moment, she turned shy, her face flushing bright red with embarrassment.

“Sorry, I… I lost my cool.” She stammered, unable to lift her head from shame.

“It’s fine. We’ve both had our ‘social death’ moments now. We’re even.”

Ji Qingyue looked up. The woman opposite her was now leaning her head on her hand, her gaze following Ji Qingyue. Those green eyes seemed to have softened, like sunlight reflecting on swaying willow branches.

“Even?” Ji Qingyue glanced at her sideways, pouting playfully. “No way. I just slipped up and cursed someone, but Miss Bo, you were praising me.”

She tilted her head up arrogantly, looking exactly like the cat.

“Ha.” Bo Shuhan chuckled and turned her head away, not pushing the subject. She liked women, but Ji Qingyue didn’t know that. Just now, she was merely playing around with a female friend, if she took that bait, it would border on flirting.

If Bo Shuhan truly liked someone, she would pursue them properly, rather than using such ambiguous teasing.

She lowered her eyes until the lingering tension dissipated slightly before looking back at Ji Qingyue.

“So, have you decided what you’re going to do next?”

Ji Qingyue didn’t notice any hidden nuances and spoke honestly: “I want to become an influencer.”

“An influencer? Won’t that make it easier for your location to be exposed?”

“I thought so at first, so I was going to go abroad to be a designer, but…” She looked at the squinting cat and her expression softened. “I met him, and I chose to stay to be with him.”

“You don’t blame him for holding you back?”

Ji Qingyue shook her head. “Why would I blame him? He did nothing wrong. Whether he got hurt or I chose not to work abroad, it wasn’t his fault, it was my choice.”

From the moment she hung up that phone, Ji Qingyue knew she didn’t care about that “stupid PG” (company/opportunity). If she truly wanted it, nothing would stop her.

Bo Shuhan understood the underlying meaning. She raised her lemon water. “To passion.”

“To what I love.”

Ji Qingyue took a big gulp and suddenly laughed. “Miss Bo, I finally know why you look so hard to get along with. It’s because you have ‘Sanpaku’ eyes!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Let me tell you, people with Sanpaku eyes are said to be…”

The cat watched the two talking happily and couldn’t help but flick its tail.

So, has the world really started to change because of my appearance?

If that was the case, let it change even more. It never wanted to experience the pain of seeing Ji Qingyue taken away again.

Bo Shuhan, holding her glass, glanced at the cat curled up as if asleep.

So, what exactly happened two years later?

How could she have failed to protect someone? Even if she couldn’t, what about the country behind her? Would they really just let her friend fall into such a desperate situation?

Looking at the radiant woman across from her, Bo Shuhan’s green eyes turned cold and sharp.

The Ye family… it’s fine if we don’t collaborate.

Such a brilliant girl deserved to grow under the sun and remain dazzling even in the dark.

“Miss Bo.”

“Hmm?”

“Can I call you Shuhan? You can call me Qingyue.”

Under the light, the girl’s eyes were sparkling.

Bo Shuhan didn’t refuse. “Qingyue.”

“Shuhan, A-Han.” Ji Qingyue repeated the names. She hadn’t touched alcohol, yet her face was flushed as if she were drunk.

“Qingyue… Little Moon?” The woman responded instinctively, her eyes showing a hint of innocent confusion. It was like a fierce wolf encountering a soft cub for the first time, the cub sensed the danger but still stumbled toward her.

Ji Qingyue hid her face. Dammit, she’s so smooth.