After Turning Into a Kitten, I Was Adopted by My Father-Figure Childhood Friend - Chapter 9

Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow. Stop Right There, You…

Stop right there, you big dummy!

What are you planning to do to a fragile college student cat who failed physical education!

Song Xingyou struggled with all his might, his hind legs kicking wildly, even causing the whiskers on his cheeks to flare up in anger. He widened his eyes, planting a protesting paw firmly against the man’s chest. With a twist of his body and a downward rake of his front paws, his entire cat body became like a stretched liquid, nearly sliding right out of Lu Jingchuan’s hands.

However, the disciplined and hiking-loving bastard Lu did not give up. Quick with his hands, he scooped the kitten up before it could hit the ground.

This time, he unzipped his jacket, stuffed the cat inside, and nimbly scratched the kitten’s chin.

“Meow meow meow!”

Song the Cat’s eyes instantly narrowed. He dizzily tilted his head up to cooperate with the movement, his entire body melting into a soft pile atop the man’s abdominal muscles. His beautiful cat ears swayed back and forth, tickling the man’s jaw like a flirtatious caress.

One of his paws pressed against the man’s hand, wanting to push back but feeling too weak from pleasure to actually do it. He could only spread his flower-petal-like paw pads, his tail curling up in a meow-filled delight.

Oh my, oh my, scratch right here…

Song the Cat greedily tilted his head, proactively offering his chin to the man’s palm.

The man’s warm breath blew softly against the top of his head like a boozy spring breeze, gentle and carrying a faint woody scent. It felt as if he were in the middle of an all-encompassing forest, leaving the cat’s body and soul utterly intoxicated.

Song the Cat completely abandoned his resistance, only blinking his eyes open in a daze when a cold wind blew past.

The man clipped the leash to the cat’s little outfit and wound the lead around his palm a few times. “Let’s go, You-you.”

“Meow meow meow?” Song Xingyou was heartlessly placed on the ground. The unromantic man issued a cold command and even gave his round butt a gentle tap.

Song Xingyou flew into a rage, unable to believe that the one acting so spoiled and allowing himself to be petted just now was actually himself!

That bastard Lu Jingchuan actually kicked his butt!

The biting cold wind slapped Song Xingyou in the face. Song the Cat’s pupils constricted in anger. He ground his claws with a “scritch-scritch” sound, teeth gnashing in hatred.

Lu Jingchuan called out to urge him along. Song let out an angry shout, and upon realizing this “dead dog” was actually serious, his two stubbornly upright ears flattened instantly. His hind legs tensed into an arc, and his lower back sank as he launched forward like an arrow released from a bow.

“Meow-uuu!” Dog Lu, prepare to die!

Ya ya ya, I’ll scratch you to death!

The furious Song the Cat leaped up, unleashing a “Cat Eighteen Palms” technique.

Lu Jingchuan: …

In the end, the exercise-hating Song the Cat “persuaded” the unruly Lu family servant with force, huddling inside the man’s clothes and blissfully grooming his fur.

The man’s rhythmic breathing from exercise drifted down from above, warm air blowing against the top of Song’s head. Song the Cat narrowed his eyes in pleasure, but in the next second, the vibration of the chest and the rising body temperature made his tail go numb.

He couldn’t help but bite the tip of his tail, propped himself up unhappily, and delivered a slap to the man’s chin.

Lu Jingchuan paused his steps, switching from a jog to a walk. “What’s wrong, You-you?”

The man’s throat moved, seemingly parched from the exercise. His slightly heavy breathing felt even more fervent and damp.

He lowered his head toward the loudly meowing kitten. That damp, burning breath fell upon the kitten’s head, seemingly transferring that feverish heat to Song Xingyou as well.

Song Xingyou inexplicably scratched his ear, his small mouth muttering. Damn Dog Lu, why do you have to breathe so attractively? Who are you trying to seduce!

The tips of his ears felt hot as if teased by an ambiguous spring breeze. Feeling even more flustered and annoyed, he fiercely patted the man’s chest and then his cheek. The cat stretched out into a long line, covering the man’s mouth and nose to stop him from breathing.

Lu Jingchuan tilted his head to dodge, his large hand covering the cat’s back like a shield. “You don’t want me to run?”

There was a hint of inquiry in his eyes. His deep, handsome features were close to the kitten as he seemingly observed its intentions.

Or was it some kind of telepathic understanding?

The kitten nodded its head, its tail wagging happily before unceremoniously slapping the man’s face.

Lu Jingchuan: …

A second later, the tip of the tail flexibly wrapped around the man’s neck for a rub.

What a fickle kitten.

Lu Jingchuan patted the kitten’s round butt through the clothes. Seeing a small shop at the entrance of the neighborhood, he pulled a bill from his pocket to buy a bottle of water.

The small villa area they were in was near the city center. Just across the road was a park, perfect for early morning exercise or evening walks.

Lu Jingchuan drank the water, his dark eyes shifting toward the park across the street.

After weighing his options, he tossed the empty bottle into the trash can and headed toward the park.

“Let’s go, You-you.” He patted the kitten in his arms, attempting to dig him out to walk.

“Let’s go for a walk in the park.”

The bulging chest of the jacket felt as if a fierce beast was sealed inside. As soon as Lu Jingchuan’s hand patted it, it instantly triggered a fierce growl—low and soft, but the suppressed end-tone struggled out playfully, curling into a few little hooks in the air.

Forget about walking on the ground; even letting a pair of pointed ears peek out from the collar was a huge favor.

Absolutely no hot and sweaty exercise!

Song Xingyou let out a few unhappy hums and turned over in the man’s arms, letting out a lazy yawn. His little paws kicked unhappily in the air.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he precisely hooked an earphone wire in mid-air.

The kitten instantly flipped up in excitement, meowing as he tried to hook the man’s earphones.

Do cats listen to music too?

Lu Jingchuan lifted his hand. The mechanical watch on his wrist had been replaced by an electronic one that recorded heart rate and steps before they left.

He tapped the screen and tucked one earphone into the cat’s ear.

“Only for a little while.”

A cat’s hearing is four times that of a human. Lu Jingchuan lowered the volume to the minimum setting. As he walked through the park, he could only faintly hear the deep, sexy sound of a cello, but it was crystal clear to Song Xingyou.

He listened intently. The familiar cello solo felt like a daze, transporting him back to a practice room. In that quiet room, he was all alone, pulling the bow and skillfully pressing the long strings.

It was the familiar “Prelude” from Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1. The flowing sixteenth notes were regular and peaceful, releasing a moving melody through the clear strings; it was a required piece for them.

The music left Song Xingyou entranced. Turning into a cat, forced exercise—everything unrelated to music became unimportant.

Dog Lu actually has this kind of taste.

Song Xingyou rarely looked at him with newfound respect, until the sound abruptly stopped and changed to Dvořák’s “Songs My Mother Taught Me.”

He suddenly felt a bad premonition.

Sure enough, as the music reached the second movement, it transitioned into Bruch’s “Kol Nidrei.”

Alright, he knew exactly who was playing just by hearing it. This was the audio of his own selection before his art school entrance exam. In “Kol Nidrei,” there were two beats he didn’t play well, where he habitually paused for an extra two seconds.

Song the Cat remained expressionless, his paw covering his cheek as he thought deeply about why this was happening.

Why does Dog Lu listen to his playing while running?

Was there any need to keep and listen to such a dark history of mistakes?

Could it be that this bastard Lu Jingchuan also disliked him and planned to “know the enemy to win the battle,” always ready to strike him down?

Dammit!

This realization made Song Xingyou exceptionally angry. His claws extended and retracted, extended and retracted, his eyes flashing with an extremely displeased light.

Bold! How dare you hold a grudge against the Cat Sheriff!

It had always been him who held a grudge and hated Lu Jingchuan. How dare Lu Jingchuan hold a grudge against him!

In a fit of indignation, Song Xingyou bit hard into Lu Jingchuan’s neck, wishing he could bite him to death in one go.

His juvenile milk teeth ground back and forth heavily. Aside from leaving a neck full of drool, there were only a few shallow tooth marks.

Lu Jingchuan’s expression remained calm. He simply pulled out a tissue and wiped the drool from his neck.

When he decided to raise a cat, he realized that these difficult-to-communicate animals would be a lot of trouble. Their brain capacity might not be enough to allow for logical behavior.

He took off the earphones and put them away, his other hand pulling a cat treat from his pocket.

“You-you.”

He focused his gaze, skillfully using the treat to draw the kitten’s attention away. The kitten’s eyes stared straight at it. Being lured, he loosened his grip, but in the next second, he bit even harder into the man’s neck, as if planning to chew it like a cat treat.

Don’t think you can bribe him!

The fierce kitten cursed a bunch of things with his eyes without cooling his anger. He let out a few low “wu-wu” growls, threatening while gnashing his teeth. His tricolor pointed ears shook like fine snow as he unhappily shook the man’s palm away.

In the next second, a shadow flew toward them from high above.

Song Xingyou caught it in his peripheral vision and his eyes widened. Forgetting his anger, he lunged forward to bite the cat treat.

“Meow!” No one is allowed to steal his things!

Even if his things were lost, they weren’t for others!

Lu Jingchuan reacted quickly, stuffing the treat into You-you’s mouth while his large palm covered the kitten’s head as they moved back.

A muscular blue cat shot past them, landing with a “plop” by his feet, tilting its head and acting spoiled.

“Meow!” Human, give the cat a bite.

When the sweet-sounding blue cat spoke, it had a standard British gentlemanly tone, inexplicably carrying a glib undertone.

Song Xingyou loosened his mouth, confusedly clawing at Lu Jingchuan’s arm to peek his head down.

Where did this British guy come from?

When the blue cat saw the little calico in the man’s arms, its eyes lit up. Its ears couldn’t help but quiver. It stood up from its sitting position, excitedly wagging its tail and proudly lifting its big round face. “Meow meow!”

Beautiful kitty! Are you interested in spending a wonderful night with me?

The pure-colored blue cat stood with its pointed ears upright, looking up with its big round face, winking toward the beautiful little calico in Lu Jingchuan’s arms.

Song Xingyou unceremoniously stuck out his tongue, looking as if he were about to vomit from disgust. “Meow-uuu!”

In your dreams! Fat cat!

Blueberry was heartbroken. “Meow meow…”

As the two cats meowed at each other, Lu Jingchuan casually moved the treat back to You-you’s mouth, quietly distancing himself from the fat boy who intended to flirt with the beautiful kitty.

“It’s time to go back, You-you.” “You can make friends next time.”

Lu Jingchuan used one hand to cover Song the Cat’s face, whose two small pointed ears were restlessly swaying. Just then, a woman’s voice shouted angrily from afar.

“You can’t steal other people’s food, you bad Blueberry!”

A woman wearing a fashionable long dress ran over, scooping up the ten-plus-pound fat cat. She unceremoniously slapped its butt, scolding it while sneakily peeking at the man in front of her.

The man wore a simple jacket, his shoulders straight, his noble aura making him exceptionally striking just by standing there.

“I’m sorry, sir. Blueberry has been on a diet lately. As soon as we go out, he wants everyone’s food.” The woman’s mouth moved as she buried half her face behind the blue cat, her face silently turning red.

“Meow meow!” Human, don’t expose the cat’s shortcomings in front of the beautiful kitty!

Blueberry kicked his hind legs, struggling while meowing his protest.

The woman looked thin and small, yet her arms held him tight. The blue cat struggled a few times but couldn’t break free, only tilting its head and huffing.

Song Xingyou grinned, mocking heartlessly. “Meow-uuu!” Fat cat!

He was pressed down by Lu Jingchuan’s hand, his entire head covered in the palm.

The man nodded understandingly, signaling that he was leaving.

The woman hurriedly blocked his path. Stroking Blueberry’s head, her eyes sparkled as she stared at Lu Jingchuan’s face. Her clear voice was exceptionally lively. “Sir, are you new here?

My home is in the neighborhood across the street. I often host cat gatherings with the owners in the area… would it be convenient for you to give me your contact information? Our kittens can play together.”

“Meow?” Who wants to play with this fat cat!

Song Xingyou ignored the man’s pressure, stubbornly poking his kitten head out from the palm. He couldn’t help but let out three shouts in rebuttal, fiercely lashing the man’s palm with his tail.

Don’t give it! Don’t give it!

The lashing cat tail was grabbed by Lu Jingchuan. He casually rubbed the kitten’s head, his indifferent expression unchanged as he reached into his pocket.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring my phone.”

In this day and age, who leaves home without a phone? The woman understood he was just politely refusing. Feeling a moment of disappointment, she watched blankly as the man’s silhouette vanished down the path.

“Blueberry, I’m heartbroken again…” The woman buried her face in Blueberry’s fur, faking a sob.

“Curse the heavens! Why can’t I have just one of these handsome men!”

Blueberry struggled, lifting his head and meowing loudly, seemingly calling out to the departing little calico.

“Meow meow!” Don’t go! I haven’t finished speaking!

Little beautiful cat, if you don’t want a date, you can consider joining our gang to fight for territory and eat dried fish!

Song Xingyou shook his ears, a little paw hanging over the tip of his ear as he tilted his head in confusion. “Meow?”

Who’s talking?

As his head swayed back and forth, Lu Jingchuan, who had been blocking him, paused his steps. He used one hand to lift the kitten’s head.

The man’s expression was serious, his deep eyes looking intently at the kitten before him.

Song Xingyou couldn’t break free. The distance between the human and the cat was so close he could even count the man’s eyelashes. Surrounded by the lingering warmth of his breath, he was forced to see himself clearly in the man’s eyes.

The little calico uncomfortably shook his ears. His little paws couldn’t reach, so the tip of his tail lashed forward first, only to be nervously bitten by him. He couldn’t help but knead the man’s palm. “Meow?”

What… what are you doing?

The soft meow trailed off, like a light piece of cotton candy floating in the air. Under the sun, it pulled out thin sugary threads, sweet enough to make one’s ears go numb.

Lu Jingchuan’s expression became even more serious. He scanned the beautiful kitten before him. Once the dirt was wiped away, it revealed exceptionally white fur—soft and fluffy like a canvas of fresh snow, with bright orange patches splashed across it like a small melted sunset, warm and sweet.

Yet the two ink-black pointed ears ensured the colors weren’t overly sweet, instead adding a touch of playful cool.

He was a cool and beautiful kitten.

A peerless beauty in the cat world.

“You-you, you’re still young. You can’t be in a relationship.”

Lu Jingchuan spoke like a helpless old father. After a moment of silence, he instructed solemnly, “At least not with a big fat cat.”

“Meow meow meow?” That’s all you have to say to me?

Song Xingyou felt uncomfortable all over being stared at by his focused and affectionate gaze. He felt a fine, dense current of electricity surge from the tip of his tail to his head. His brain worked at high speed, thinking from the origin of the universe to romance to the fact that his identity as Song Xingyou was completely exposed.

And this was the result?

He would never fall for a big fat cat! Song Xingyou shouted in anger, heartlessly leaping up to give him a scratch.

Get lost!

Lu Jingchuan returned home in silence, sporting three scratch marks. He casually placed the whole wheat bread he had bought on the table.

There was no one else at home. He pulled the back of his collar up with one hand. The sweater was pulled from the back of his neck and over the front. His body was like a longbow, muscles tensed. His beautifully lined abs tightened like hard stone before being covered by the clothes he took off.

Song Xingyou’s eyes were fixed. He maintained the posture of being placed on the table, but his head tilted over, greedily trying to bury itself in the man’s clothes.

The man scooped him up with one hand while he was still dazed.

In the next second, he shrieked and dashed out of the bathroom.

“Meow-uuu-meow!” He meowed loudly, his two paws grabbing the door frame, unhappily kicking at the hand that had caught him.

You bastard! Dog Lu! Pervert!

The little calico’s insults were very dirty. Lu Jingchuan’s expression remained unchanged. After quite an effort, he managed to pull him into the bathroom and stuff him into the sink to bathe.

“Be good.”

Warm water overflowed from the showerhead, drenching the bathroom and creating a thick, blurry white mist. In the haze, the man’s jaw was tight, and his cold black eyes became soft and tender through the mist.

Stray droplets of water slid from the man’s temple to his chin and then down to his chest. His muscles were perfectly balanced—not too bulky, not too thin—with an appropriate amount of explosive power hidden beneath the undulating lines, now sliding down his distinct abs.

Song Xingyou closed his eyes in disbelief, but very honestly swallowed.

He hadn’t bathed with Dog Lu since he was seven!

Seven years old!

How could someone grow from the scrawny little boy in his memory into a man overflowing with hormones?

He didn’t dare open his eyes; the fear was real.

Song the Cat completely lowered his head, allowing the man to lift him out of the bathtub after the bath. He covered his eyes, hearing the “gulp-gulp” sound of the man drinking water, imagining the sexy curve of his Adam’s apple moving. As his thirst was quenched, even the low sound of his exhalation seemed exceptionally hot.

Ahhh! Stop thinking about your rival!

Song the Cat, being extra sensitive to sound, covered his ears, folding them into airplane ears. He shook his head madly, splashing water all over Lu Jingchuan.

Lu Jingchuan wiped his face wordlessly and tossed the towel he used for his hair over the kitten’s head to dry it.

The phone left outside rang a few times and was picked up just as it was about to hang up.

Lu Jingchuan: “Hello, this is Lu Jingchuan. Please speak.”

The kitten pulled down the towel, his amber eyes blinking. He tilted his head curiously and perked up his ear tips.

A kitten that loved listening to phone calls.

Lu Jingchuan rubbed his ears, hearing a familiar voice from the receiver.

The other party let out two chuckles, his voice filled with a sense of casualness and schadenfreude. “Lu Xiao Chuan, I found the Stradivari you wanted. Have you coaxed your princess back yet?”

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