After Transmigrating As The Female Lead Of A Cruel Novel, I Raised a Big Shot Cat - Chapter 12

The two women and the cat slept incredibly soundly. While Ji Qingyue and Bo Shuhan remained relatively still, “Great Lord” (the cat) abandoned all decorum, sleeping spread eagled and eventually resting flat on its back with its belly exposed, just like a human.

2:00 PM

Bo Shuhan’s Chief Secretary looked at the other assistants with a grim expression. “Have you still not been able to contact President Bo?”

“No. The calls won’t go through; the phone died completely ten minutes ago.”

The Secretary’s expression darkened further. “Arrange for the partners who are arriving soon. I’m going to find President Bo myself.”

With that, the Secretary drove straight toward Bo Shuhan’s current residence.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ruotong arrived happily carrying prepared gifts to visit Ji Qingyue.

Even though she no longer harbored any improper romantic thoughts, wasn’t it a joy just to look at a beauty? Originally, she had planned to call Ji Qingyue, but since the calls wouldn’t go through, she had to show up in person.

Upon reaching the 27th floor, Zhou Ruotong saw someone knocking on the neighboring door. It was a tall, stern woman accompanied by two brawny men.

But wasn’t Grandpa the only resident on this floor?

Zhou Ruotong instantly became alert. The Secretary, who had been knocking for five minutes to no avail, was starting to break a sweat. She didn’t have the keys to Bo Shuhan’s apartment, it seemed forced entry was the only option.

“Prepare to force the door open.”

Without hesitation, the bodyguards pulled out fire axes and began hacking at the door. This display left Zhou Ruotong completely stunned.

“Who are you people?!”

The Secretary finally noticed Zhou Ruotong. Realizing there was another resident nearby, the Secretary quickly explained the situation. Upon learning that her boss was missing and might be unconscious inside, Zhou Ruotong relaxed.

She couldn’t help but strike up a conversation: “So your boss lives here?”

The Secretary, though stressed, replied politely, “Yes.”

“What a coincidence! My friend lives here too.”

Zhou Ruotong then knocked on Ji Qingyue’s door. Fearing the people inside were deep sleepers, she also pressed the doorbell. The piercing ring of the doorbell, combined with the sound of the door being hacked next door, successfully woke the two women and the cat from their dreams.

Ji Qingyue didn’t even open her eyes before stretching lazily. Bo Shuhan, noticing the piercing sunlight outside the window, snapped awake instantly.

Hearing the rhythmic smashing next door, Bo Shuhan, already guessing what was happening, got out of bed to open the door. Hearing footsteps, Ji Qingyue opened her eyes immediately. Seeing Bo Shuhan straightening her pajamas and walking out, Ji Qingyue’s brain, perhaps still muddled from the hangover, suddenly hallucinated the image of a “scumbag woman” fleeing after a one night stand. She chased after her barefoot.

As the door opened, Zhou Ruotong didn’t even have time to greet Ji Qingyue before seeing a stranger standing there.

Faced with a figure standing 188cm tall in jet-black pajamas, Zhou Ruotong didn’t even stop to think. She roared, “Why is a stinking man like you in my friend’s house?!”

Bo Shuhan: “???” Ji Qingyue (standing behind her): “???” The Secretary and bodyguards (their attention drawn over): “???”

The Secretary was the first to react. Had the President’s “Iron Tree” finally blossomed?

Bo Shuhan ignored Zhou Ruotong. Looking at her own mangled door and thinking of the business partners waiting at the office, she felt a headache coming on.

“How is the situation at the company?”

“I kept the documents and plans for the smaller partners from this morning. But for the major partners this afternoon, some have already arrived. I’ve arranged for assistants and department heads to give them a tour of the company.”

Bo Shuhan nodded. She tried to see if her door could still be opened, but Zhou Ruotong blocked her path.

“Who are you? Why are you in Little Qingyue’s house?”

Before Bo Shuhan could speak, Ji Qingyue poked her head out from behind the door, grabbed Zhou Ruotong, and pulled her aside.

The Secretary also spotted the neighbor. It was an exquisite beauty, even without makeup and with heavy dark circles under her eyes, her loveliness was undiminished.

No wonder the President stayed away from court, the Secretary thought. However, with company matters being urgent, she had no time for gossip.

Looking at the jammed door, Bo Shuhan felt another pang of annoyance. The door was cheap, but she couldn’t exactly go to the office in pajamas.

“Contact our partnered clothing brands and see if they have anything in my size.”

The Secretary immediately ordered the assistants to start calling. “I’ve contacted them, but I suggest ordering a men’s suit, as it’s rare to find your size ready made in the domestic market.”

Bo Shuhan nodded.

“Are we going to the office now?” the Secretary asked.

Just as Bo Shuhan was about to nod, Ji Qingyue spoke up shyly. “Actually, I have an outfit here in your size. It should work for an emergency. Do you want to try it?”

Bo Shuhan looked at her in surprise. Ji Qingyue said candidly, “It was meant to be a thankyou gift. Some details aren’t finished yet, but it’s wearable.”

“Okay.” Bo Shuhan didn’t hesitate. Ji Qingyue turned to the Secretary. “Don’t forget to prepare shoes and accessories for her. I only have the clothes.”

With that, she pulled Bo Shuhan toward her studio.

The two coordinated with perfect unspoken chemistry, looking like a newlywed couple, the wife arranging the husband’s attire while the husband followed behind, trusting her aesthetic completely.

The Secretary was startled by this thought, shook her head firmly, and began contacting luxury brands they frequently collaborated with.

A fashion studio is a sacred place for a designer, it’s where sketches, final plans, and the very first prototypes are born. Usually, even those closest to a designer aren’t allowed inside easily, but Ji Qingyue led Bo Shuhan in without a moment’s hesitation.

Only Zhou Ruotong remained, her face wooden, acting as if she were nothing more than thin air.

Upon entering, Bo Shuhan’s first impression was the sheer volume of fabric and mannequins. The mannequins were draped in skirts or trousers made of spliced fabric, all clearly works in progress. Ji Qingyue walked to the finished products section and pulled an outfit from the very back.

It consisted of standard suit pants and a black shirt with a touch of design flair. However, the outermost layer was a garment resembling a trench coat from the waist down, the hem was composed entirely of irregular fabric strips, like a single layered fringe. Off the body, it looked rather chaotic. But once draped over Bo Shuhan, it possessed an unexpectedly agile and ethereal elegance.

Ji Qingyue circled her, chin in hand. “I originally planned to cut all these fabric strips off, but seeing them on you, they actually complement you perfectly. You look too somber and fierce in plain black. With this, you lose that gloominess and gain a bit of elegance.”

“So, do you want to stick with something more traditional, or should we leave this piece as it is?” Ji Qingyue inquired.

“Don’t designers consider their creations to be their children? Are you really willing to take a blade to your child?”

Ji Qingyue rolled her eyes. “I sell them for money, too. By your logic, the police should have hauled me away long ago for child trafficking.”

Bo Shuhan was speechless. “Let’s leave it as it is, then.”

Ji Qingyue gave an ‘OK’ gesture. “Then change here. I’ll wait outside. If anything feels too tight, call me. I can do alterations very quickly.”

With that, Ji Qingyue left.

“Great Lord,” who had snuck in at some point, felt sour. 【My dear baby is so good to you, even making clothes for you personally.】

Bo Shuhan disliked having anyone present while she changed, even if that “person” was herself from two years in the future, currently inhabiting a cat’s body. “Get out.”

Great Lord was confused. Then, Great Lord was furious! 【Bo Shuhan! I am you, and you are me! What part of your body have I not seen? You’re actually making me leave?! F**!】*

【You have three moles in total: one on your chest, one on your butt, and one on your inner thigh! There isn’t a single thing I don’t know, so what the hell are you being shy for?!】

Bo Shuhan’s face darkened. Although she had grown up abroad, her mother was a person from the Dragon Kingdom and an extremely conservative one at that. Bo Shuhan had rarely exposed her skin since childhood, and having a cat yell these details out was genuinely humiliating.

She grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck and tossed it out the door without hesitation, leaving Great Lord fuming.

“Meow-meow-meow-meow! Meow-meow-meow!”

Hearing the cat’s frantic vocalizations from the studio, Ji Qingyue felt something was wrong. She had intended to record the sound to show a vet, but in the next second, she saw Great Lord being ejected. Seeing the cat standing at the door now… was it cursing someone out?

Her phone faithfully recorded this “wonderful” moment. Treating it as a joke, Ji Qingyue casually uploaded the video to Douyin (TikTok) and waited.

As the door clicked open, Ji Qingyue’s eyes instantly lit up the moment she saw Bo Shuhan emerge in her design. Bo Shuhan’s previous clothes were too rigid, which made a genuine beauty look brooding and fierce. Now, with suit pants that slightly refined the leg shape, a shirt featuring a cinched waist at the front and hollow lace at the back, topped with that slightly oversized suit style long coat…

The flowing fringe moved with her steps, and the faint glimpse of lace at the waist immediately softened Bo Shuhan’s gloom, adding a touch of casual sophistication.

Ji Qingyue circled Bo Shuhan several times, her eyes brightening with every turn. “President Bo, you should change your hairstyle. Get a wolf cut and show off your forehead, you’d look absolutely explosive.”

To add credibility, Ji Qingyue gave a thumbs-up. “But you’re already so handsome right now!”

Embarrassed by the barrage of praise, Bo Shuhan cleared her throat. Wanting to change the subject but not knowing what to say, she eventually asked stiffly, “Do you think these blue studs match the outfit?”

“They match perfectly! Top-tier! They make my President Bo look exceptionally sharp.”

“Oh, I see.” The subject hadn’t been changed, and after being praised twice more, Bo Shuhan became quite constrained.

Just then, the Secretary urged from outside. “Boss, the partners at the company are getting restless.”

“I’m coming.”

Bo Shuhan headed for the door. The Secretary had already pressed the elevator button, waiting to leave. But halfway there, Bo Shuhan suddenly turned back to Ji Qingyue and said seriously: “Every beginning is difficult. Don’t rush, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Your health is your greatest asset.”

After a few words, Bo Shuhan ruffled the girl’s hair and hurried toward the elevator again.

Ji Qingyue froze for a moment. Great Lord sauntered over, acting spoiled with a familiar high-pitched meow. Seeing this, Ji Qingyue picked up the cat and said very solemnly, “I suddenly feel like she isn’t hard to get along with at all. In fact, she’s quite cute.”

Great Lord fell silent. You just called me handsome, and now you’re calling me cute? Isn’t that a bit of a leap?

Meanwhile, inside the car, Bo Shuhan was suddenly struck by regret. It seemed she wouldn’t be able to see Ji Qingyue’s face when she realized her “social death” (embarrassment) today. But it didn’t matter, she had recorded the video.