The Little Jealous Cat Who Transmigrated into a Delicate Beauty - Chapter 18

When Susu came out carrying the diced curry chicken, Ye Qingqing was sprawled on the bed in her human form, her two furry ears tilting forward.

As the scent of food drew closer, her thick, short little tail popped out uncontrollably, wagging up, down, left, and right, while a rhythmic purring sound like the chanting of sutras emanated from her throat.

Susu found a folding table to set on the bed. Just as she placed the curry chicken down, Ye Qingqing reached out, ready to stuff it into her mouth.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Susu hurriedly called out to stop her.

Ye Qingqing’s paw froze in mid-air. Her feline pupils stared unblinkingly at the plate of meat, but before Susu spoke again, she remained extremely restrained, enduring the hunger.

Susu picked up the small spoon from the plate, scooped up half a spoonful as a demonstration, and handed it toward her hand.

“You are a human-shaped cat now. You have to eat elegantly. You can’t be as crude as a little animal, you know?”

Ye Qingqing moved her paw away and lifted her gaze. Her beauty mark met Susu’s eyes; she looked like a furious little tiger.

This King hasn’t seen food all day, and you, you detestable human, actually dare to talk to This King about elegance at a time like this?

Susu reached out and smoothed the hair on the girl’s head to comfort her.

Don’t touch This King!

Ye Qingqing shook her head with extreme impatience and, with a thud, flopped directly back onto the bed.

Susu pulled her up, propped her against the pillows at the head of the bed, picked up the plate of chicken, scooped a spoonful, and held it to her lips.

“Come on, open up!”

Ye Qingqing turned her face away, so angry she refused to acknowledge Susu or eat the food being offered.

“What a moody little kitty! You haven’t eaten all day; aren’t you hungry?”

“Fine, then I’ll eat it?”

Receiving no response, Susu brought the food to her own mouth, intentionally making loud smacking and slurping noises.

“Wow, this is so delicious! Are you sure you don’t want a bite?”

Ye Qingqing buried her face directly into the pillow. The grievance and anger in her heart made her shoulders tremble; for some reason, her eyes grew hot with tears in a place where no one could see.

Even the cat-like cry coming from her throat sounded so innocent that it made one want to give in.

Susu put down the plate and spoon and leaned in to pull the girl into her arms.

“Are you really angry? Let me see?”

Ye Qingqing gave a hard sniff, quickly processed her emotions, and looked up, her feline eyes glaring.

“If you won’t give it, then don’t! This King doesn’t care for your food anyway!”

Susu pressed the girl’s face against her own neck, cradling the back of her head to soothe her.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault!”

Only then did Ye Qingqing feel a bit better. She rubbed half her face firmly against Susu’s neck and shoulder before looking up at her.

“Meow!”

The two reconciled. Susu scooped up the curry chicken to feed her.

Ye Qingqing lunged forward, her teeth clinking against the iron spoon.

Susu gently wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, comforting her.

“You must be starving, right? Eat slowly, this whole plate is yours!”

Ye Qingqing let go of the spoon and waited impatiently for the second bite.

Susu scooped another spoonful. Back and forth they went, and in less than five minutes, the plate of curry chicken was devoured ravenously.

Ye Qingqing let out a full burp, licking her lips with lingering desire. Her glass-bead eyes remained fixed on the empty plate: Still want more!

Knowing she definitely wasn’t full, Susu went back to the kitchen to get the prepared fish soup. When she came out with the thermos, the plate on the folding table had already been licked clean, and the tip of Ye Qingqing’s little nose was dotted with food residue.

Upon smelling the fish soup, Ye Qingqing was overjoyed. Her small body leaned in, twitching her nose to sniff, and that cheerful “sutra-chanting” purr began once more.

After Susu finished feeding her the fish soup, the little creature’s belly was bulging. She looked up at Susu, a grease stain hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Susu wiped it clean with her thumb, her movements incredibly tender.

“Was it good?”

The arrogant Cat King would not easily admit it. She tilted her chin up, pointing her nostrils at Susu, and huffed.

“It was just alright. It barely qualifies as a dish!”

Susu was amused by her. She lightly tapped the girl’s forehead with her index finger.

“Oh, you!”

She took the empty plate and thermos to the kitchen to wash them.

Having eaten delicious food, Ye Qingqing was in a pleasant mood and her strength was gradually returning. She padded into the kitchen barefoot and began circling around Susu, her neck stretching and retracting as she peered at what was in Susu’s hands.

Susu, wearing an apron with her hair clipped back, looked like a gentle and virtuous housewife. She began dicing the beef she had defrosted in the microwave.

Ye Qingqing poked a bright red cube of meat with her finger.

“What is this?”

Susu tirelessly explained to her.

“This is diced beef. How about I make you braised beef with potatoes tomorrow?”

Ye Qingqing didn’t speak; she simply leaned her head gently against Susu’s back, continuing to toy with the beef cubes while leaning in to sniff them.

“It doesn’t smell as good as chicken breast!”

Facing such an ignorant little kitty, Susu was very patient, doting on her like one would a three-year-old child.

“It’s good. Once it’s cooked, it will be delicious even better than chicken breast!”

After tidying the kitchen, she returned to the room and began removing her makeup.

Ye Qingqing clung to her side, playing with the strange objects, like a child full of curiosity toward new things. One moment it was “What is this?” and the next “What is that?” There were always a hundred thousand “whys” she wanted to ask.

Susu answered some and brushed off others.

After finishing her makeup removal, Susu went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face; the girl followed her in without leaving her side.

Susu turned on the faucet and lathered her face with cleanser bubbles.

Ye Qingqing stared dazed at the mirror, looking at herself and another identical version of her.

How can there be two of us? Which one is real and which one is fake?

She extended her small hand, and the girl in the mirror also extended her hand, seemingly wanting to touch her.

Ye Qingqing gave a disdainful “tsk” and swiped at it with her claws; the girl in the mirror swiped back at her.

Unacceptable!

The Cat King’s authority was being challenged. She bristled instantly, baring her teeth and snarling at the person inside.

“Bold commoner! How dare you challenge This King!”

The person in the mirror also bared their teeth at her, their lip movements identical.

“Stop imitating This King!”

“Stop imitating This King!”

Ye Qingqing was blowing up with rage, a low, threatening growl vibrating in her throat.

Susu rinsed her face and discovered the two little “calico cats” fighting in the mirror. She couldn’t help but chuckle. The other Susu in the mirror also chuckled; her peach-blossom eyes curved, and a gentle dimple appeared at the corner of her lips, looking extremely beautiful.

Susu reached out and touched the face of the “other” Ye Qingqing in the mirror, explaining bit by bit.

“This is a mirror. It’s for grooming. The people inside are ourselves.”

“A mirror? The person inside is This King?”

“Yes!”

Susu reached out, flicked the girl’s nose with her finger, and turned to head to the bedroom.

Ye Qingqing shook off the water droplets clinging to the tip of her nose and quickly followed her out.

“She is fake. This King is the real one!”

“Yes, yes, yes. The Poop King is real, and she is fake!”

Susu went to the vanity to apply toner and lotion, while Ye Qingqing inspected her skincare products.

“What is this?”

“This is essence.”

“What is essence?”

Susu entered her dreams accompanied by a hundred thousand “whys.”

Ye Qingqing curled herself into a tiny ball in Susu’s arms. Her two hands repeatedly kneaded the soft area of Susu’s chest, “treading milk” all through the night.

The next morning, Susu was blasted awake by her alarm. She felt a numbing sensation in her chest. Looking down, she saw a pair of slender, fair hands tightly covering her there.

As for that cat-girl, her face was buried in the crook of Susu’s arm, snoring away blissfully…

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