Become The Domesticated Pet Cat of a Mature, Bossy Lady Superior - Chapter 54

Immersed in drawing, a significant amount of time passed unknowingly, and Ying Miaomiao’s sketch began to take shape.

The moment the countdown ended, she coincidentally set down her pen.

Luo Yu spoke up at the right time: “Everyone.”

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just right for everyone present to hear: “This drawing session is not a competition, but a mutual exchange. Simply draw the gardener you envision.”

Among the crowd, there were many skilled artists showing off their techniques, as well as creative ones specializing in abstract art. After self-nomination, several of their works were projected onto the big screen.

Although the drawings were not overly refined due to the time limit, the artists’ solid foundation in art could still be seen.

With just a few strokes, the gardener was vividly brought to life.

Ying Miaomiao had no intention of submitting her own draft; she quietly appreciated the gardeners drawn by others.

Sang Xu, standing next to her, also didn’t volunteer. She leaned close to Ying Miaomiao and whispered: “What exactly does Liuguang mean by this? What are we actually here to learn?”

Ying Miaomiao briefly withdrew her attention from the recent drawings. She tilted her head and replied: “I don’t know, but it’s quite interesting. It’s rare to have so many people gathered.”

They had barely exchanged a few words when the presentation of the works concluded.

Luo Yu spoke again: “After completing your works, I believe everyone must be curious about what this is all for? Why did we arrange it this way?”

She switched to the next slide on the PPT: “Today is the beginning. Over the next six days, I will lead everyone to create unique memories together.”

Ying Miaomiao felt that Luo Yu’s words were truly a bit stiff, as if they were pre-prepared scripts that didn’t quite match her personality.

Sure enough, after Luo Yu stepped off the stage, she was visibly relieved, struggling to maintain her composed expression as she returned to her seat.

…

Early the next morning, Ying Miaomiao and Sang Xu stood together downstairs at the hotel, waiting for the shuttle bus sent by Liuguang.

Sang Xu was visibly listless. She looked at the vibrant and cheerful Ying Miaomiao, who seemed completely unaffected, and couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

“Sister Miaomiao, your routine is so healthy. Aren’t you tired at all from waking up so early?”

Ying Miaomiao felt a little embarrassed; this routine had been developed after she turned into a cat and spent every day with Shi Xinyu.

Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy.

That saying was indeed true. Ying Miaomiao turned her head, feeling a moment of sentimentality that she was now at an age where she was called “Sister.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing her pointed canine teeth: “I got enough sleep last night, so I’m not tired now.”

Sang Xu groaned, leaning against the wall with a long sigh: “I really can’t control myself to sleep early. The moment I close my eyes, I have insomnia. I really don’t know what kind of activity they’ve planned for today.”

Ying Miaomiao didn’t know what Liuguang was planning, but she felt this trip would add a lot of fun.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The vehicle sent by Liuguang was a tourist bus. It arrived with an empty compartment but was full when it left.

Almost everyone participating in the training was staying at this hotel. After the brief encounter yesterday, Ying Miaomiao had remembered a few distinctive people.

The weather today was mediocre, overcast turning to cloudy.

The destination of the tourist bus was not the city center but the suburbs.

Ying Miaomiao didn’t get carsick and didn’t want to play on her phone. She simply opened a small section of the window and watched the scenery outside. From towering buildings to fleeting patches of green, in the blink of an eye, they had almost arrived.

The moment Ying Miaomiao got off the bus, she guessed the activity they were going to do—sand painting.

The leader this time did not trouble Luo Yu, that ‘stiff wooden person,’ but instead assigned a professional tour guide.

Ying Miaomiao keenly noticed that following the professional guide, Luo Yu was visibly more relaxed and showed a hint of tourist excitement.

The guide seemed to have a naturally cheerful face. With a small microphone clipped to their waist and a flag in hand, they began the introduction.

The place they arrived at today was a sand painting base.

Although this base was typically used for extracurricular studies by primary and secondary school students, most people in the group, including Ying Miaomiao, had never experienced such a study trip.

Therefore, they felt a degree of curiosity and anticipation for this extracurricular study base for younger students.

The environment inside the venue was quite good. Since it was a weekday and Liuguang had generously rented the entire space, there was no one in the venue apart from the staff.

Each of them was assigned a medium-sized glass panel.

Ying Miaomiao touched and felt the sand; it was very fine, seeming to slip away through the gaps in her fingers just by holding it.

She had watched sand painting performances on TV before, but those were accompanied by music and story projections. Now that she could experience it firsthand, her interest was piqued.

After everyone got familiar with the venue for a while, a professional stepped up.

She first gave a routine, showy performance for everyone, and only then did she begin introducing sand painting.

After systematic instruction, Ying Miaomiao went from knowing nothing to having a basic understanding and learned a few beginner tricks.

She found it quite novel.

Because they already had some artistic foundation, teaching this group was much easier than teaching primary and secondary school students.

The master then let them play on their own.

Ying Miaomiao’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Unknowingly, the fine sand formed two little cats snuggling together.

One little cat was pure white, looking composed, like a kitten draped in moonlight. The other was a tuxedo cat, with lively, expressive eyes.

This pure white kitten was Shi Xinyu.

Ying Miaomiao was very satisfied with the piece in front of her. She took several photos in a row and sent them all to Shi Xinyu.

After a little more time passed, Luo Yu borrowed the guide’s small microphone. Her voice was exceptionally penetrating in the venue: “Everyone can now use sand painting to express the gardener, based on yesterday’s initial sketch.”

Ying Miaomiao’s eyes lit up. She suddenly realized the purpose of Liuguang bringing them to the sand painting museum: perhaps they wanted them to express their artwork through various different mediums.

Different forms of expression might also lead to different interpretations.

Ying Miaomiao swept away her original work and began refining yesterday’s initial concept in her mind.

Another day of the trip came to an end. They went to the sand painting museum in the morning, and the afternoon was left for everyone to arrange their time freely, whether to rest or go out.

Ying Miaomiao spent a perfect afternoon in her hotel room.

Perhaps because she had slept too long, her head felt groggy when she woke up. Checking her phone, she saw Shi Xinyu had sent several messages.

Tapping into the messages, she saw they were all replies to the sand painting photos.

“Is the tuxedo cat you?”

“I miss you, little cat.”

“I wish I could really turn into that little white cat next to you.”

The corners of Ying Miaomiao’s lips curved slightly, and she replied.

‘I’m bringing you a local specialty when I return. Guess what it is?’

‘Never mind, don’t guess.’

‘If you guess right, there won’t be a surprise.’

…

Evening.

Layers of crimson sunset glow permeated outside the hospital, spilling into the ward through the glass window.

However, the atmosphere inside the ward felt somewhat tense.

Shi Xinyu met Madam Shi’s gaze without yielding.

During the hospitalization, their relationship did not ease; on the contrary, it became even more strained. Ultimately, this stemmed from the fact that neither side had any intention of compromising.

Shi Xinyu was like her, yet also unlike her.

They both possessed brilliant minds and beautiful appearances, but Shi Xinyu had a softer heart.

“After spending so many days together, haven’t you understood yet?”

It was Madam Shi who first broke the deadlock.

After several days of recuperation, her mental state was much better than before. She leaned against the hospital bed; though she looked ill, she did not appear haggard.

“Shi Xinyu, as my sole heir, you should know how to make trade-offs.”

Madam Shi’s gaze was cold, her phoenix eyes, similar to Shi Xinyu’s, lifted slightly, revealing their sharp edges.

“But I have already compromised, haven’t I?”

Shi Xinyu’s tone was firm, her opening a rhetorical question. She emphasized again: “Since childhood, I have always been the one compromising.”

Whether it was the location for school, the major she studied, or her future career path, Shi Xinyu felt that she was doing it, but it wasn’t entirely her own choice.

She felt like driftwood caught in a torrent, only able to drift slowly and aimlessly in the direction of the water.

Madam Shi’s goal was clear: she wanted her to give up the company, give up everything around her, and give up her feelings/relationship.

Just as she was about to speak, Lü Jiaoyang pushed the door open from outside and walked in, interrupting their confrontation. As if oblivious to the tension, she headed straight for the hospital bed.

She put down the shopping bag in her hand, took out a cool bag of yogurt and tossed it to Shi Xinyu. The other bag, with a straw already inserted, she handed to Madam Shi’s mouth.

“Auntie, drink it while it’s cool. It’s the brand you love.”

Shi Xinyu anticipated that this half-argument, half-negotiation conversation would end here, and a sense of powerlessness washed over her.

She took hold of the yogurt, and her expression instantly reverted to one of cold indifference.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

She walked aimlessly out of the ward area and sat in her car.

In the confined space, her thoughts became even more jumbled.

Shi Xinyu could feel Madam Shi’s love for her, but that love was filled with thorns; one would be pricked by such love upon getting close.

In the past few days, Madam Shi, using her understanding of Shi Xinyu, had forcibly kept her in the hospital, practically demonstrating the kind of life she wanted Shi Xinyu to live.

But Shi Xinyu was extremely weary of it.

Their family was not poor, but they weren’t exactly a wealthy and influential family either. Why should she suppress her feelings for the sake of these numbers?

She opened her phone.

Ying Miaomiao’s messages were right there.

She had only sent a few pictures.

Two little cats snuggled together, seeming to huddle for warmth, or perhaps the little white cat was drawing warmth from the other.

“Is the tuxedo cat you?”

“I miss you, little cat.”

“I wish I could really turn into that little white cat next to you.”

Ying Miaomiao.

Shi Xinyu repeatedly savored the name. She closed her eyes, seemingly able to feel the kitten’s warm fur and body temperature.

She missed Ying Miaomiao.

Ying Miaomiao, who stayed by her side, the Ying Miaomiao who would never leave.

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