——I want the foreigner dead!
From the moment he heard this sentence, the big dough ball with wide-open cat eyes and an O-shaped mouth decided to seriously learn Chinese.
On the way back to the hotel, they passed by a newly opened boxing club targeting children and young omegas who wanted to shape up. The coach handing out flyers spotted Xiao Yu and immediately sensed a rich kid vibe.
He enthusiastically invited the omega to try it out and didn’t forget to throw in a high EQ compliment: “Handsome, you’ve raised this golden retriever really well!”
Xiao Yu was momentarily speechless and pointed out that it was a cat, then stormed in to put on boxing gloves.
Leon, with his eyes slanted like a devil, ignored the coach who couldn’t recognize a big fat cat and focused on watching the eager omega.
“Today I’m full of anger, just right to vent it out!”
Watching others hit the sandbag seemed easy, but when it was his turn, it was a completely different story. Xiao Yu, using all his strength to punch, was directly thrown back by the recoil, stumbling and landing on his butt.
He exclaimed in shock, “Why didn’t it move at all!”
The coach chuckled. “You used too much force. Beginners shouldn’t do that unless your talent is as amazing as Leon’s.”
The club’s big screen was playing a training video of the Russian fighter Leon, where the heavy sandbag was as fragile as an eggshell under his iron fists, each punch deadly.
The fierce and robust power and the vigorous, tense muscles left Xiao Yu, sitting on the ground, stunned. He hadn’t seriously watched Leon’s matches and didn’t know much about him.
The only impression he had was that he was a pervert.
He might be the only omega in the world who could make a top boxer sound like a drum…
Thinking about it was a bit scary.
“Meow!”
A big golden coconut bread suddenly flew over, with four cat paws fiercely attacking the sandbag, leaving several cat paw-shaped deep pits and some scratch marks on the rough surface.
The sixteen-pound round figure overlapped with Leon on the TV, even the moves were exactly the same.
“Meow! Meow! Moo!”
The big fat cat finished venting Xiao Yu’s anger and, under the stunned gaze of all the coaches, came to the omega’s side and licked his cheek, almost knocking him over with its fluffy big head.
Isn’t it just wanting the foreigner dead? Dead it is.
With a smoky voice, it tried hard to say, “Moo…”
Don’t be angry anymore.
If he could move freely in human form, the omega would have fallen into his arms instead of the cold, hard floor when he stumbled. Leon felt a bitter taste in his heart and opened his cat paws.
Originally still a bit scared, Xiao Yu was hugged into the fluffy, upright chest, taking a deep breath.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He suddenly felt at ease, a gentleness he had never shown to Leon in human form, patiently explaining, “The sandbag didn’t hit me, I was hitting it!”
The big fat cat was coaxed into a purr by the syrupy sweet tone.
Thinking about the few hits on his head, it started to get jealous of itself: “Moo…”
Xiao Yu was passionate about dressing up, not only matching clothes every day but also applying a bunch of bottles and jars on his face. The skincare and maintenance products at home filled several large cabinets.
Having stayed at the hotel for the past few days, he began to miss the convenience of living in the apartment.
At night, while sleeping, he mentioned it several times to the big orange cat: “Do you think I’ve become uglier?”
The cat could do nothing but lick his face full of saliva.
With fair, tender skin glowing brightly, the beautiful omega sighed at the mirror, feeling this wasn’t a solution. He couldn’t just ignore the problem and leave the apartment completely idle.
Xiao Yu didn’t have the nerve to tell his family about this.
He contacted people everywhere for several days and managed to book a master from abroad, deciding to hold a ritual on an auspicious day in a few days.
Leon, who had been staying at the obedient cat training class for several days, saw all this.
This won’t do.
He couldn’t watch Xiao Yu go further down the path of feudal superstition.
So one day, he brought him a copy of “The Communist Manifesto” as a gift, but forgot that the academically challenged Little Fish didn’t like reading. After flipping through a few pages, he put it aside and took out pink RMB to teach him to recognize it.
“Baby, see this? Next time, bring this back for your brother.”
The big orange cat looked at him with a sternness that seemed to say “hopeless student,” anxiously circling and wagging its tail.
Compared to Leon, Xiao Yu’s sense of crisis wasn’t that serious.
Until the shop across the street, which was a one-to-one replica of Xiao Yu’s cat café, opened—
The deafening sound of firecrackers scared the kittens inside the shop into scattering.
Xiao Yu and the staff stood behind the glass, watching. Before they could say anything, a burst of powerful music echoed through the street, and young women dressed lightly in the middle of winter began to dance hotly.
The short shorts and decorative little aprons covered nothing, instantly attracting a large group of lecherous middle-aged men.
The omega, watching coldly, frowned in displeasure.
“Stupid.” His thin lips sneered, “Can’t even copy properly.”
Little Fatty suddenly pointed across the street, angrily saying, “Isn’t that the stray cat we often feed? How did it get forcibly recruited!”
Sure enough, behind the brand-new glass windows were a few tabby cats, stressed by the loud noise, frantically scratching the glass trying to escape.
Xiao Yu’s heart tightened.
One of the tasks of his employees was to feed the stray cats in this area daily. Cats that grew up outside were wild and hard to tame, not suitable for domestic life. Xiao Yu could do only so much, but he still personally funded the rescue of several seriously ill stray cats.
A nameless fire suddenly surged up, and the omega clenched his fists, instinctively wanting to go out and argue.
But legally, stray cats didn’t belong to anyone’s property.
Xiao Yu tried to stay rational and told Little Fatty, “Order two flower baskets to wish them a prosperous opening.”
Little Fatty didn’t understand but complied anyway.
“Boss, you’re getting more and more composed now.”
That night, when picking up the big fat cat from class, Xiao Yu, who had been pretending to be an adult all day, suddenly buried his face in Leon’s belly, rubbing back and forth, complaining muffledly:
“I regret it so much—”
“I regret throwing away the receipts for the stray cats’ neutering and surgery. Going empty-handed will definitely get me sarcastic remarks, and more importantly, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get the cats back, and those little guys will be abused…”
“…That shop owner looks fierce and not easy to get along with.”
The omega had already planned to go back to the apartment early the next morning to search for the receipts.
Thinking about it, he was still a bit scared.
The white fluffy belly was unbearably itchy, and Leon instinctively wanted to kick his hind legs, but he couldn’t bear to hurt the beautiful little porcelain doll.
He had to bury his mouth in his fragrant hair, trying to absorb him too.
Leon understood the whole story, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
“Moo.”
Leave it to me.
Compared to the cunning, profit-driven middle-aged boss, Xiao Yu was still a college student who hadn’t entered society. He was still trying to communicate amicably during the day, but that night, as he entered dreamland, his little shop inexplicably received many negative reviews.
The tall, strong alpha propped himself up, encircling Xiao Yu completely in his arms, sniffing him.
After reading all the bad reviews, Leon turned off his phone and silently walked out of the hotel.
The next day, Xiao Yu was woken up by Little Fatty’s endless phone calls.
He groggily answered, and Little Fatty’s excited shout was deafening—
“Little Fish Boss, check the news! The shop next door was smashed by a Siberian tiger, and all the cats ran away!”
Author’s Note:
Here it comes! [Dog head]