Jiang Huaying turned her head to look, and Li Hua the cat was pitifully clawing at her on the stage with both front paws.
The round, bright yellow eyes took up most of the cat’s face, the pupils curling upwards like tiny hooks.
The cat ears, as if coated in earwax, were flattened back like airplane wings, and the shortened tail carefully wrapped around her slender ankle, but due to its insufficient length, it could only loosely encircle halfway.
Meeting her gaze, Li Hua immediately lowered her head, looking exactly like a little poor thing awaiting the judgment of fate.
Jiang Huaying sighed softly and kicked off her body, reaching out her hand toward the spirit.
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Seeing this, Li Hua let out a twisting, dry “meow,” then suddenly exerted force with her hindquarters and leapt into Jiang Huaying’s embrace.
But this was still not enough to satisfy Sinclaire.
Like she feared rejection, the little cat tightly wrapped both front paws around Jiang Huaying’s neck, pressing her fluffy head forcefully against her face and neck, rubbing again and again with earnest intensity.
Her throat emitted soft “gulu gulu” sounds of affection.
Jiang Huaying patted her sleeve’s back, signaling the furry neck warmer to relax her grip: “Let’s sign the contract!”
Her words were firm and resolute.
Sinclaire the cat froze in place.
Just as Jiang Huaying was about to tease her, she suddenly felt an empty space in her arms—and immediately a great force pulled her into an embrace.
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The alert tone rang five times in a row before stopping.
Sinclaire felt as if the blood in her entire body was boiling and burning.
Her eyes, reddened again with intense emotion, took on a captivating scarlet hue, tinged with moving passion.
Jiang Huaying’s fingertips swept lightly over the corner of the spirit’s eye and tapped gently: “Not willing?”
“Willing! I’m willing!” Sinclaire’s head was muddled by the sudden joy, her hands wildly clutching Jiang Huaying’s cheeks as she kissed her frantically, her body trembling uncontrollably from excitement.
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Jiang Huaying was nibbled all over her face so wetly that she finally couldn’t stand it and bit down hard on Sinclaire’s lips.
The sharp pain helped Sinclaire regain some rationality.
She stuck out her tongue to lick the fresh blood oozing from her lips, making her already ruby lips even more dazzling and beautiful.
“Amang, Ahying, I’m willing. I belong to Amang, and everything I have belongs to Ah Cai,” she said, clinging to Jiang Huaying again with sticky arms tightly wrapping around her waist, rubbing her own high nose bridge repeatedly against Jiang Huaying’s tip of the nose.
Overwhelmed by excitement, the fluffy tail and ears reappeared once more, twitching visibly with strong presence.
“Sinclaire, will you be obedient and listen from now on?” Jiang Huaying lightly massaged the base of the cat ears with her fingertip, where the fur was softest and naturally curled, radiating a warm heat.
The cat ears twitched rapidly, as if stimulated, the entire ear turning a tempting pink.
“I’ll listen to whatever Ahying says. If I don’t, Ahying will abandon me mercilessly, so I’ll suffer and die in pain this lifetime!” Sinclaire’s promise was recorded word for word.
The contract was sealed.
Between them was now a special bond—unseen, intangible, indescribable—but it was like a chain tightly locking Sinclaire’s very being.
[Black Mist Density -20]
Cats are naturally cold creatures, resistant to being restrained, but after feeling the soul’s mark and suppression, all of Sinclaire’s anxiety found a resting place.
The swelling pride and desire to flaunt were impossible to suppress.
What about Shu Fu?
Now she was also a collared cat!
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[Black Mist Density significantly reduced, triggering special comfort.]
Taking advantage of Sinclaire’s distraction, Jiang Huaying opened her personal panel.
On the card belonging to Sinclaire, the black mist density was left as just a faint layer.
As for the newly triggered “Special Comfort,” Jiang Huaying decided to put it aside for now; the immediate priority was to continue lowering the blackening value.
“As for Chanyue…” she began.
Sinclaire’s pointed horns stiffened, a gloomy shadow flickering in her eyes as she instinctively resisted hearing anything about him: “Ahying, can we not talk about other cats, please?”
The cat, emboldened by her master’s love, began to show favor with pride, seeking more kisses by following her master’s soft lips to drive away the name that caused Sinclaire so much regret.
“No,” Jiang Huaying’s fingertip pressed lightly but firmly, grabbing the cat ears atop Sinclaire’s head.
The cat ears were densely packed with nerve endings and very sensitive.
Just one cold touch caused Sinclaire to convulse as if electrocuted and instantly go limp.
“Ahying… Ahying… you always bully me,” Sinclaire whined, clinging pitifully to Jiang Huaying, as if she wanted to melt completely into her body, never to be separated.
Even pressed against clothing, Jiang Huaying could clearly feel the contours of Sinclaire’s muscles beneath—the smooth, graceful lines of a leopard, hiding an absolute power that stirred one’s heart.
And by her ear, the sultry, heated breaths burned intensely.
“I was going to tell you that nothing happened last night, but since you don’t want to hear it… then forget it!” Jiang Huaying pushed the clingy little one away, freeing her overheated ears from the relentless panting.
Sinclaire’s eyes widened instantly!
“I want to hear! Ahying, you didn’t want Chanyue, right? Right?” The tail flailed excitedly, worn and ragged from a night of torment, the shattered heart instantly healed at this moment!
All the resentment, regret, and pain melted away without a trace in that one sentence.
“Ha ha ha ha, that’s great! Ahying really loves me the most!” Sinclaire scooped Jiang Huaying up, holding her high and spinning around excitedly again and again.
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The blackening value had almost dropped to its lowest, with only a few stray points remaining.
Jiang Huaying felt dizzy from being spun around, but pulling at the cat ears calmed Sinclaire down.
Her cat eyes still blazed brightly, reflecting Jiang Huaying’s image inside: “Ahying, let’s go on our honeymoon! Humans all have honeymoons, right?”
Anywhere with Ah Cai was fine.
As for Chanyue, he would remain in the Shed Light Forest.
Someday, Ah Cai would forget him.
“And Shu Fu, that despicable butcher. Those disgusting Upper City people wanted to kill Ahying. Shu Fu can’t be trusted—he’s always been a lackey for the MF Group. One day, he will hurt you.”
Once Shu Fu was driven away, the spirit and Ah Ying could live their life as a couple!
Sinclaire confidently assumed the role of the main consort and began planning how to arrange the companions around Jiang Huaying.
Just then, a passing bucket hunter boy caught sight of Sinclaire from afar and hurried over.
“Boss! Last night I heard some strange noises.” His face was serious, and the orange triangular ears on his head twitched strongly.
Sinclaire didn’t want to be disturbed by a kid right now, but after hearing what he said, she hesitated slightly: “What did you hear?”
The bucket hunter boy leaned in mysteriously.
Even Jiang Huaying’s curiosity was piqued, and she bent down to listen.
Seeing her alert, the boy immediately got cautious.
Even if this human might praise him for being smart and vigilant, he wouldn’t be easily fooled.
“Ahem, here’s the deal.” The boy calmed himself and lowered his voice.
“Our mutation zone… might have ghosts! Last night the ghosts screamed all night long, scaring the cats to death!”
When the boy said “ghosts,” Jiang Huaying was a little scared.
But when she heard the rest, she fell silent, her gaze involuntarily shifting toward Sinclaire.
Sinclaire’s face darkened, revealing a murderous expression.
The bucket hunter boy looked at Sinclaire with concern: “Boss, why aren’t you moving? You don’t look well…”
Under Sinclaire’s feet, shadows gathered from all directions, swirling and growing like monstrous beasts baring fangs.
The bucket hunter boy was nervous: “Boss, are you okay? Are you scared of ghosts? What’s wrong?”
Jiang Huaying looked at the oblivious bucket hunter cat, then silently turned away.
The next moment, a fierce cat howl rang out.
“Eeooww! Boss, why are you hitting me?! What did I say wrong…? Wuwuwu, I was wrong, I was wrong!”
The bright orange furball screamed for mercy while frantically retreating.
Wherever it went, orange cat fur flew.
Other hunter cats watched the commotion, eagerly egging it on with their lively meows.
No one noticed a Mechanical Spine Worm crawling silently across the eaves and stealthily entering a certain treehouse.
After watching the chaos, the small Siamese responsible for caring for Monk headed toward the treehouse where it was.
Monk was the lion cat driven mad by worsening pollution, now recovering thanks to Sinclaire’s treatment.
The little Siamese searched inside but didn’t find Monk.
It circled around, looking confused: “Huh? Could it be that it’s already better?”
After coaxing the prideful and hurt Li Hua the tabby pig-cat for a long while, Jiang Huaying finally sent her away.
Taking the cats home was impossible—there was still a large, possessive, but rather well-behaved dog waiting for her.
Thinking of Shu Fu’s blackening value, Jiang Huaying felt a bit troubled.
Shu Fu’s black mist density was far too stable.
Compared to Sinclaire’s rollercoaster fluctuations, Shu Fu’s blackening value was dropping more and more slowly.
Jiang Huaying returned to the treehouse but couldn’t find the butcher.
Instead, she saw an unexpected visitor.
A dog-pig was elegantly perched on the windowsill, staring at her with a pair of yellow-green heterochromatic eyes.
The lion cat was pure white, sitting upright with an indescribable noble air.
“Are you… Monk?” Jiang Huaying tentatively called out its name.
The lion cat gave no response, only regarding her with a gaze full of appraisal and challenge.
If one could traverse space, they would see that at this moment, the expressions of the lion cat and Zane were exactly alike.
His good sister had a clear memory of this group of ugly, lowly, deformed monsters.
Having stayed outside for so long had made her heart wild, even strangely enjoying the savage life.
“Hmm, I guess I’m not mistaken. Why did you come here? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need help?” Jiang Huaying approached the lion cat, worry written all over her face.
Zane snorted coldly through his nose.
His strange physical constitution was strong.
Even if his bones were broken by a truck, they would heal in seconds, and then he’d bite off the attacker’s neck.
The lion pig, Monk, was lifted down from the windowsill!
The pristine white furball stiffened like a stone, all its fur standing on end!
The Mechanical Spine Worm’s functions were similar to remote consciousness control, but the former had a broader and stronger range of use and conditions.
At this moment, Zane and the lion hunter were completely connected.
The spine worm established a deep neural link between them, transmitting everything the lion pig felt to Zane.
He was embraced so intimately that he could clearly feel the pulses beneath her skin.
Zane’s first reaction was provocation and offense.
Even in his childhood, few had treated him like this.
His foolish mother, after falling in love with a Lower City person, despised her own child, rarely even glancing at him, let alone holding him.
His nominal father always felt he wasn’t outstanding or strong enough.
Cai Te Fu De showed no tenderness—they were the ruling elite and had no use for such things.
As for others, no servant dared casually embrace the future heir of the MF Group.
Before Zane could struggle, Jiang Huaying, as if discovering something new and interesting, excitedly exclaimed: “One of your eyes is the same color as mine—it’s emerald green!”
Her sudden closeness made the lion hunter’s pupils contract to a pinpoint.
The girl’s face was harmless and beautiful, without a single flaw.
Her focused gaze looked as if kissed by the gods’ morning dew, pure and untouched by worldly affairs.
No wonder those fools in the Upper City were obsessed and unable to forget.
“What a coincidence.” Jiang Huaying held the lion cat’s front paw and gently shook it up and down.
“Nice to meet you, Monk.”
The warmth from her fingertips felt like electric currents flowing through his entire body, exploding in the cerebral cortex.
Zane felt the Mechanical Spine Worm was malfunctioning; every connected nerve began to burn and heat up.
He stepped back and saw her platinum hair strands intertwining with his own snow-white fur, like sunlight and moonlight blending intimately and inseparably.
With a “pish” sound, Zane broke the control wolfishly.
The chair slammed hard against the bookshelf behind him, making a loud noise.
At the same time, Monk’s consciousness returned.
The forcibly controlled cat was clearly stimulated, and the instant of freedom triggered a violent stress reaction.
“Hssnn! Lili—”
She let out a sharp cry and scrambled out of Jiang Huaying’s embrace, wildly rushing around the room like a furious whirlwind.
Finally, she charged straight into Shu Fu’s room.
Jiang Huaying hurried after her but was suddenly grabbed from behind by a large hand holding her waist.
“I’ll handle this,” Shu Fu said, dragging a sofa from the living room.
His arm muscles tensed from exertion, veins slightly visible under the skin.
He dragged the sofa to the farthest place from the lion cat, then placed Jiang Huaying on it.
With Shu Fu around, all troubles seemed to be solved effortlessly.
For Jiang Huaying, the out-of-control lion cat was like a flustered rabbit in Shu Fu’s hands, easily caught.
The lion cat, held by Shu Fu’s scruff, still struggled and tried to claw at him.
In her stomping heterochromatic eyes, a glint of noble blue still flickered.
Deep in the sacroiliac eye sockets, a crimson bloodthirsty electronic light fiercely locked onto that hidden blue light.
The inhuman killing machine and cold-blooded overlord seemed to pierce through the void at this moment.
Four eyes met in a silent confrontation.