After Turning Into a Kitten, I Was Adopted by My Father-Figure Childhood Friend - Chapter 42

“Rogue! Pervert!”

“Rogue! Pervert!”

Something hot and hard pressed against his backside. Song Xingyou’s fur stood on end instantly, and his ears twitched frantically in the air.

Before a swinging paw could slap his face, the weight in the man’s arms suddenly lightened. The kitten smacked the man across the cheek, nearly tumbling off him in the process.

Lu Jingchuan reacted swiftly, using his clothes to catch and support the kitten. Nestled within the black fabric was a beautiful, snow-white cat. With his back to the man, the kitten’s pointed, mismatched ears flushed a deep pink from embarrassment, a hue that spread even to his white paws.

He was pink, tender, and adorable.

The man could not help but lower his head, burying his face in the kitten’s soft, fluffy fur. In that moment, the kitten’s heartbeat merged with his own. He pursed his lips, cradling the small creature in his hands like a precious treasure, and murmured almost in a trance, “Xingxing, are you a little cat spirit?”

Xingxing was a cat spirit.

Lu Jingchuan was almost certain of it. Xingxing did not just have a bad temper; he was a lovable kitten. A kitten should be this bold and naturally entitled to everyone’s affection.

Lu Jingchuan had forgotten all the physics he had learned, all the mathematical formulas, and everything pertaining to the material world. He believed from the bottom of his heart that Xingxing was a cat spirit living among humans. Only this sentence remained in his mind: Xingxing was a cat spirit.

“Meow, meow, meow!” You are the cat spirit!

Song Maomao was circled in the man’s arms with two muscular arms crossed over his belly. He struggled, trying to stretch himself into a smooth cat noodle. As his hind paws scrambled to reach the floor, the man tightened his grip, hoisting the cat’s rear upward with a large hand. An irresponsible, burning kiss fell upon the top of his head. Then came his ears, the scruff of his neck, and his back.

“Meow!” Dammit, let me go!

Song Maomao kicked his hind legs, feeling as though every inch of his body was being kissed by this man. Hot breath grazed his tail and drifted over his backside. Terrified by the man’s deviant behavior, Song Maomao tucked his tail between his legs, twisted his body like a pretzel, and pressed two white paws against the man’s mouth while shaking his head frantically.

“Meow, meow, meow!” No more kissing! Stop it! You pervert, rogue, and deviant!

With the two paws pressed against his lips, Lu Jingchuan was nearly intoxicated. He could not have imagined anything in the world as fragrant and soft as those kitten paws. The small paws kneaded his face like they were making biscuits. The expressionless man narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of enjoyment. His gaze lingered meaningfully on the kitten’s chest and belly.

Of course, he would not offend Xingxing that much. With a trace of regret, Lu Jingchuan rubbed the kitten’s round backside and obediently placed the struggling creature on the floor.

The kitten immediately turned around with a fierce expression. His voice, intentionally lowered, sounded milk-fierce as he meowed a litany of complaints while landing a flurry of kitten punches on the man. Fire danced in his eyes, a brilliant golden glow flickering as he glared at the man, full of stubbornness and courage in the face of authority. His ears stood tall, and his fur puffed out even more, making his long tail look like a feather duster.

This aggressive display only looked adorable to Lu Jingchuan. He lowered his gaze solemnly. His usually indifferent face was now full of earnestness as if he were a student corrected by a teacher. He proactively offered his hand to the kitten, letting him scratch or swat as he pleased. However, his eyes never left the kitten for a second. He greedily watched every movement, even the slight arc of an ear twitch.

Xingxing, Xingxing, Xingxing.

Song Xingyou finished scolding and hitting the man, stopping only when he was out of breath. His pink tongue licked his lips, and a glass of water was immediately held out to him. He shot the man a sidelong glance. The man acted subserviently, his well-defined fingers steadying the glass as he tilted the rim toward him.

Lu Jingchuan was undoubtedly very good at taking care of people and equally good at taking care of a kitten. The kitten leaned against his hand, gracefully extending a pink tongue to lap up the water. Following the kitten’s movements, the man gradually lowered his wrist to make drinking easier.

Song Maomao finished drinking with a series of smacking sounds and clicked his tongue. He gave the man’s palm a little kick and watched with twitching ears as the man put the glass away. His eyes darted around thoughtfully.

Isn’t this Lu Xiaochuan’s personal water glass? Hmph, he even bought one with a lid, as if anyone else wanted to drink from it. And yet, haven’t I just drunk from it now?

Song Maomao, who had been rejected before, puffed out his tail and scratched his chin, a smug smile curling his lips. Double-standard Lu Xiaochuan! In this house, there was nothing he could not touch.

Song Maomao flicked his tail and jumped onto the sofa in a few bounds. He lifted his chin proudly, walking with a dainty feline gait from the back of the sofa to the floor, and then onto the piano by the French window.

“You want to use this?” The man followed him, placing a hand on the piano cover.

The kitten’s tail swished in the air, forming a checkmark. A kitten shouldn’t touch the piano, but Xingxing could. Xingxing could do whatever he wanted.

Lu Jingchuan lifted the cover. The kitten immediately poked his head forward and tentatively tapped a key with his tail. A long piano note echoed for a few seconds. In the next moment, the kitten hopped down playfully. His small paws stepped on the keys, using the notes to spell out a phrase: “I-D-I-O-T.”

Lu Jingchuan said nothing.

“N-O-T.”

The little calico flicked his tail, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he curled his lips into a wicked grin. “L-U-X-I-A-O-C-H-U-A-N-I-S-A-F-O-O-L.”

“F-O-O-L.”

The kitten stood in the light, his round silhouette rimmed with a soft white glow. His fluffy edges invited endless imagination. The act of mischievously plucking the piano keys was both cute and playful. The entire kitten looked like a sweet pastry radiating an enticing aroma.

Lu Jingchuan struggled to pull his attention away from the kitten, his throat dry as he swallowed. “Not? Not a cat spirit?”

When it came to Song Xingyou, Lu Jingchuan often fluctuated between being brainless and brilliant, but his IQ now held the high ground. His gaze darkened, and his long, thick eyelashes cast a small shadow over his eyes. “Xingxing, did you become like this voluntarily?”

His voice was very soft. The man who was usually crisp and decisive now spoke with a raspy tone, his profile outlined in cold, sharp lines. “Because of your family?”

What does he mean? Is he asking if I do not want to be human anymore?

Song Maomao shot the man a speechless look. He was so handsome, yet his brain did not work. He hummed and stomped his feet, turning away with a dissatisfied expression and slapping his tail against the piano stand.

Lu Jingchuan apologized immediately. “I said the wrong thing. Xingxing, did you become like this by accident?”

Communicating with a cat was a bit troublesome. Lu Jingchuan thought for a moment and held out his two hands. “Left for yes, right for no.”

Song Maomao turned his head and patted the man’s left hand.

Lu Jingchuan asked again, “Are there side effects to changing back? Yes or no.”

Side effects? Song Xingyou rubbed his chin, thinking.

Lu Jingchuan changed the way he asked: “The two fevers you had before, were they after you changed back into a human?”

Song Maomao patted his left hand.

Lu Jingchuan used this method to ask a few more questions, gradually piecing together the entire story of Song Xingyou turning into a cat. He reached out to rub the kitten’s head. Song Maomao cooperated, leaning against the man’s arm to let him rub his head and belly. This time, the kitten’s body temperature was perfectly normal, but perhaps there were other internal damages.

The man immediately put on his coat, his voice urgent. “Come on, we are going to the hospital.”

He packed a bag with everything a kitten might need for an outing. When he reached out to pick up the cat, the previously cooperative Song Maomao stomped on the piano keys.

“E-A-T.”

Lu Jingchuan was confused.

“E-A-T!”

The kitten stomped on the keys again, appearing quite annoyed. His breakfast!

Song Maomao tilted his head, his ears pointing toward the kitchen. He jumped to the floor, looking back to signal the man to follow him as he walked. He reached the kitchen, hopped onto the counter, and landed two heavy kitten punches on the rice cooker. His food!

The kitten’s mouth opened wide in frustration, looking like a tiny, angry dragon that wanted to swallow the man whole. He could already smell the pumpkin. The cat food steamed with pumpkin was still sitting in the pot. Song Xingyou had changed into a human once without catching a fever, but he felt ravenously hungry, his stomach growling like thunder.

Lu Xiaochuan actually tried to leave without feeding him. How wicked!

The little calico, having finally turned the tables to become the master, narrowed his eyes fiercely. He let out an awoo and took a bite out of a piece of pumpkin. Small bits of meat fell from his mouth, prompting him to stretch out his tongue to lick them up. He ate in circles around the edge of the bowl, his cheeks bulging. He took a bite here and a bite there; noticing the shape was uneven while chewing, he immediately turned back to take another corrective bite of the pumpkin.

Song Xingyou ate with complete satisfaction, his cat eyes squinting happily. A tiny bit of red tongue darted past his pearly teeth to lick his lips, his face full of contentment.

Lu Jingchuan did not rush him. He simply focused on watching the kitten deal with the pumpkin. Compared to the kitten, the fist-sized pumpkin made the cat look tiny. Such a small thing, yet he ate half the sphere. He was too cute.

He could not help but raise his phone, capturing the image of the kitten and the pumpkin sitting side by side. Song Maomao gave him an unhappy look, hummed, and turned his head. He rubbed his cheek with a small paw and then elegantly extended it, wearing a smug expression as if saying, “I am doing you a favor.”

The man took the hint and held out his hand. The kitten stepped gracefully into his palm and curled into his arms, his pointed ears playfully brushing against the man’s chin. The tickling sensation traveled from his chin straight to his heart. Lu Jingchuan’s throat bobbed. He lowered his head and caught the faint scent of pumpkin on the kitten. It was sweet, lingering, and smelled like happiness.

Lu Jingchuan could not resist kissing the kitten’s ear. The soft ear wobbled between his lips, the strange sensation tickling his soul. “Xingxing, let us go see the doctor.”

A notification chime rang out. An email arrived in the inbox of a private detective agency. Someone clicked it open. The message inside was brief, containing only a few lines: “I want all information on Song Xingyou during this period, including all records of item movements.”

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