Chapter 1962: Chapter 1962: Guidelines for Rearing (Part 3)
The man gave Chuzheng a bath, and outside, the bodyguards delivered all sorts of cat supplies, enough to fill an entire room.
Chuzheng was scooped out of the water. She instinctively shook her fur, splashing water onto the man, who stepped back slightly.
Seeing this, Chuzheng shook herself even more vigorously.
The man showed no expression, just watched her quietly, without a hint of anger.
Once Chuzheng stopped, the man stepped forward, wrapped her in a towel, carried her out of the bathroom, dried her off, and placed her on the sofa.
"Sir, here’s the canned food." A bodyguard brought a small box over. "Due to time constraints, this is all we could get for now. We’ll deliver better ones tomorrow."
The man did not respond, picked a can from the box, his eyes lowered, and his voice soft: "You can leave now."
"Yes, sir."
The bodyguard left the items and exited the room.
Chuzheng sat on the sofa, her gaze following the man. He first fetched a plate, opened the can, and emptied the contents onto it.
Chuzheng had never eaten cat food, but it did smell quite appealing.
The man placed the plate in front of her.
Chuzheng retreated a few steps, resisting against the sofa back.
Even if the cat food smelled nice, she still didn’t want to eat it.
"Don’t like it?"
Chuzheng: "..."
The man tried another can, emptied it, and refilled the plate. Chuzheng still didn’t move.
The man stood there, his gaze calmly on her, after a while, he took his phone and went to the side.
Two minutes later, the man returned, took away the items, set Chuzheng on the bed, and then took clothes into the bathroom.
As soon as the man left, Chuzheng jumped down and found a mirror.
The little cat in the mirror was a bicolored ragdoll, with somewhat long fur, a fluffy tail, and clear lake-blue eyes.
Standing before the mirror, fluffy as a ball, she was a prize-worthy ragdoll cat.
The original owner wasn’t this good-looking before, scrawny, dull-colored fur, and dirty.
This appearance now, she had that jerk to thank for raising her so well.
But that jerk raised her to look good purely to use her... let’s hit a little less when they meet.
Chuzheng spun around examining herself, feeling utterly speechless.
This is too cute.
Completely unfitting for her badass persona!
But the fur was very soft, she pawed her tail with a small paw, feeling somewhat restless inside.
Wanted to groom.
Wanted to groom!
Chuzheng clawed the carpet fiercely a few times, forced to endure.
You are a mature cat now, you can’t do such things!
Chuzheng shifted her attention, took a walk around the room.
The room was spacious with little inside, cold and empty, soulless.
Chuzheng jumped onto the windowsill, looked below, the entire estate was atop a mountain, foggy in the distance, obscuring all sight.
The expansive estate only had a few lights on, the cold, faint glow like floating will-o’-the-wisps in the fog.
Chuzheng heard the bathroom door open, she turned to look.
The man emerged with steam, changed into a beige knit sweater, loose pants beneath, hair half-dry, slicked back revealing a smooth, full forehead... seemingly more handsome than before.
His gaze scanned the room and landed on Chuzheng on the windowsill, he walked over to close the window, his fingertips brushed her forehead.
He quickly withdrew his hand, turned, and walked out of the room.
Chuzheng jumped down to follow him.
The house had thick carpets, stepping on them felt like stepping on cotton, soft, without a sound.
The man went downstairs to the kitchen, Chuzheng circled around the kitchen entrance a couple of times, then lifted her paw and walked in.
The man was rolling up his sleeves, taking ingredients from the fridge, seemingly intending to cook himself.
Chuzheng found a high spot to jump onto, sat watching the man cook.
Congee bubbled in the pot, the aroma of food wafted through the air, but aside from that, the kitchen felt lifeless.
As if no one was there.
The man finished cooking congee, stir-fried two small dishes, then carried the congee and dishes out, took a bowl from the cupboard.
He glanced at Chuzheng perched high up, went over and extended a hand: "Come down."
Chuzheng jumped off the side, darted out of the kitchen, leapt onto a chair by the dining table, and put her front paws on the table, straightening up her body.
Man: "..."
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Chuzheng was very hungry.
When she came out, that person hadn’t given her anything to eat, plus she used so much energy afterward, she was starving, chest pressed against her back.
If her self-discipline weren’t strong enough, she might have eaten those cans just now.
The man came over to sit, served himself a bowl of congee, but made no move to give Chuzheng any.
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng stretched out a paw, tapping at the man’s wrist.
The man looked up at her, his voice cool: "What’s the matter?"
Chuzheng kept tapping the bowl in front of him with her paw, the man was stunned for a moment, then put down his chopsticks.
"Want to eat?"
Chuzheng nodded her small head.
The man’s expression turned a bit unusual, probably surprised that Chuzheng could understand him accurately.
But he quickly returned to calm, got up to fetch a plate from the kitchen, and put a little congee in it.
The plate was placed in front of Chuzheng.
The congee was cooked thick and smooth, with the fragrance of rice, making Chuzheng hungrier.
Chuzheng recalled how the original owner ate, started off clumsily, but soon mastered the skill.
But the congee was bland, so Chuzheng looked at the other two dishes on the table.
The man had been watching the little cat, seeing her fixated on the plates with the side dishes, her lake-blue eyes like embedded gems, beautiful and serene.
The man felt a slight stir inside, used chopsticks to pick some greens onto her plate.
Chuzheng turned her head to look at him, but he had already lowered his head, quietly eating his congee.
After that, the man occasionally added some food to her plate, and Chuzheng soon finished a bowl of congee.
As a long-haired cat, she inevitably got some food on her, normally she would lick it off herself, but Chuzheng was unwilling.
She looked at her two paws, troubled.
No, a mature cat can’t be stumped by such a little thing! I can do it!
Chuzheng clenched her little paws, jumped off the chair, intending to overcome her psychological barrier, and find a place to wash.
However, after just two steps, she was grabbed by the scruff of her neck and lifted up, then held in a warm embrace.
Chuzheng: "..."
Life as a cat is difficult.
The man found a cloth, wiped off the food-stained fur, and cleaned her paws. Chuzheng’s two cute little pink paws rested in the man’s palm, looking petite and adorable.
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After cleaning up Chuzheng, the man put her down and tried to communicate: "I’m going to wash the dishes, you can go upstairs and wait for me."
He probably wanted to see if Chuzheng could truly understand.
Chuzheng flicked her tail proudly and quickly scurried upstairs.
Once Chuzheng disappeared up the stairs, the man’s eyes flickered before lowering his head to clean up the mess.
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Just see this dimension as a treat, just want to watch Good Person Card raise a cat, hehehe.
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