Chapter 32 She Meows Too Much
by Qurit.“Can’t I call her that?” Duan Chengyu froze. “Xiaoqian sis doesn’t mind—why do you? You’re just childhood sweethearts—don’t be so possessive!”
He was instantly “attacked”—scurried away. “Junxi ge—talk nicely! You ‘kill the strategist’ before winning the girl?!”
Till school ended—Su Niansheng ignored Shen Junxi.
He grew restless—marveling at his past patience. How’d he wait years?
Now—used to her daily smiles, her constant presence—being ignored even for a moment was agony. He itched to hear her voice—even if scolding.
Meow~
Night—a flirtatious whistle.
Su Niansheng looked up—through the curtain, saw him leaning in the hallway, smirking.
Shen Xiaoxi—so into posing.
She went to open the curtain—a paper plane flew in.
Its color, size, fold—reminded her of a painful, buried memory. She threw it in the trash.
“Shen Xiaoxi—so childish.”
She frowned, annoyed—reaching to close the window. He whistled again, eyes hinting downward.
“Su Xiaoqian—look what I found.”
What?
She looked down—backyard moss rustled, hiding something.
A mottled kitten emerged—tiny, round face/eyes, short tail, pink paws—maybe two months old. Her heart melted.
“Where’d this cutie come from?”
She rushed to the backyard.
Shen Junxi stood up—corner of his eye smug.
“Meow~”
They reached the backyard—the kitten, sensing danger, darted back into the moss.
Su Niansheng crouched, meowing to lure it.
“Meow~”
“Meow meow~”
She meowed more—Shen Junxi frowned.
Su Xiaoqian’s voice—softer than a cat, alluring. If she kept meowing—even he’d react.
“Su Xiaoqian—why meow so much?”
He turned, brow furrowed.
“You do!” She snapped. “It’s cat language—works! See? It responds!”
“Really?” He took out cat treats, waving them. “Better than this?”
“!” Her eyes lit up—snatching them. “Why didn’t you show earlier!”
She opened the treats—tuna scent wafted. The kitten crawled out, gobbling.
“Meow—”
“Meow meow—”
It ate, paws curled in delight.
“Ah~”
“So cute—fluffy, tasty paws~”
Su Niansheng cooed, petting its ears—eyes crinkled with joy.
Shen Junxi watched her—cold all day, now cooing over a cat. Jealous. “Cute? Ugly—black and orange, like beaten.”
“Ignorant!” She scoffed. “It’s a calico—cat world beauty! Is it a stray?”
“……Yes.” He hesitated, nodding. “Found in the grass—never seen before.”
“Really?” She got mischievous. “Shen Xiaoxi—know stray cats’ ‘flower language’?”
“Stray cats have flower language?”
“Of course—slow hands!”
She picked up “San Hua” to run.
He grabbed her wrist—“Your hands—faster than mine?”
“What’re you doing?”
She eyed him warily.
He held the kitten like treasure. “I found it first.”
“But you dissed it—said it’s ugly?”
“True—but……” He bared a tooth, smirking. “I like competing with you.”
“Jerk!”
She raised her hand to hit—San Hua squirmed, scared.
“Hey!”
She pulled back, trying to hold it.
But her foot slipped—she toppled backward, toward the garden slope.
“Careful!”
A firm voice—she was pulled back, pinned under him.
Golden wisteria and cherry petals swirled—yellow and pink, like stars.
She opened her eyes—his perfect face inches away. Slightly open collar—chiseled clavicle, tense muscles.
Reminded her of last night’s “sexy scene.”
Heart raced.
Luckily, he propped himself—else his muscles would’ve crushed her.
The girl lay in flowers, in his arms—dark hair like silk, eyes bright, nose cute, lips rosy—like a flower spirit.
Her features filled his vision.
He was transfixed—staring, unblinking. She felt embarrassed.
Shen Xiaoxi—knocked silly?
“You……”
Before she spoke, he brushed her cheek hair behind her ear.
“Su Xiaoqian—so beautiful.”