Wen Jingming’s gaze swept over, and Zhao Hui and the others immediately washed their hands of the matter.
“They’re your good friends, the ones you always hang out with.”
Friends close enough to share a dress—whether or not the idea had come from Wen Zhiyu, what difference did it make?
“Brother, it’s fine. I didn’t get hurt anyway.”
Qiao Nianxi tugged at Wen Jingming’s clothes. Wen Zhiyu had already been kicked out of the house; she couldn’t push things to the extreme.
“Foolish.”
Wen Jingming reached out and ruffled her hair.
“Whatever. It wasn’t me, so believe what you want.”
Wen Zhiyu chose to give up and let it be.
Wen Jingming was about to scold her again, but Qiao Nianxi held him back.
As the two were about to leave, Da Ju forcefully broke free from Qiao Nianxi’s embrace, its claws leaving a scratch across her finger.
Da Ju strode over with an elegant gait, hopped onto Wen Zhiyu’s lap, and curled up obediently in her arms with a soft meow.
Wen Jingming, heart aching, grabbed his sister’s hand and wanted to get rid of Da Ju.
Wen Zhiyu hugged Da Ju tightly and refused to let go—otherwise, she’d be waiting to collect its corpse.
“Nianxi pleaded for you, and you deliberately ordered Da Ju to hurt her. Wen Zhiyu, do you have any conscience?”
“It really wasn’t me. I was sitting in my seat—how could I have ordered Da Ju around?”
Wen Zhiyu pouted.
Just as she’d predicted, she hadn’t wanted to “hurt” Qiao Nianxi.
“Da Ju is your cat. It listens to you the most. Who else could it be but you?”
Wen Zhiyu found no words to refute Wen Jingming’s accusation.
“That’s right, we can testify.”
Zhao Hui, who had been silent for a while, actually raised her hand in agreement.
“Brother, I’m really fine.”
When she’d stayed at the Qiao residence, Qiao Nianxi had played with stray cats before, so she didn’t think much of the small wound on her hand.
She truly hadn’t seen Wen Zhiyu do anything.
“Give it to me. I won’t let Big Brother hurt it.”
Qiao Nianxi reached out her hand toward Wen Zhiyu. Wen Zhiyu stared at her for a few seconds, confirmed she meant what she said, and while soothing Da Ju, handed it over.
Da Ju’s ears flattened into airplane mode, hissing with a warning.
“You’re making it attack Nianxi again.” Wen Jingming immediately accused.
Wen Zhiyu: …
“Let heaven judge between right and wrong.”
Qiao Nianxi withdrew her hand. “It doesn’t seem willing to come home with us. Zhizhi, you keep it for now. We’ll come pick it up in a couple of days.”
“It’s your cat, not Wen Zhiyu’s cat. What if she starts spouting nonsense in front of Da Ju again?” Wen Jingming disapproved.
“What can Da Ju even understand?” Wen Zhiyu pointed her finger at Wen Jingming. “Da Ju, bite him.”
Da Ju didn’t move.
“See? It doesn’t listen to me.”
The moment Wen Zhiyu’s words fell, Da Ju suddenly lunged at Wen Jingming.
The evidence was conclusive—Wen Zhiyu really could control the cat.
“Da Ju, come back.”
Hearing Wen Zhiyu’s call, Da Ju bared its teeth at Wen Jingming, then returned to Wen Zhiyu’s side.
“What if I said it wasn’t me? Would you believe me?” Wen Zhiyu spoke after a long silence.
“What do you think?”
The group gathered near the piano, and Manager Wang Xin came over to check on the situation.
Qiao Nianxi told Wen Zhiyu to take good care of Da Ju, then pulled Wen Jingming away to leave.
Wang Xin’s gaze fell on Da Ju.
“Manager, I’ll put the cat back in the break room right away.”
Wen Zhiyu jogged back to the break room with the cat, poking its nose and telling it to behave.
One more mouth to feed—a household that wasn’t well-off to begin with was now even worse off.
But it turned out Da Ju knew how to open doors and quietly slipped out.
Its appearance didn’t cause panic among the customers—on the contrary, it drew quite a bit of attention.
Da Ju walked over to Wen Zhiyu with an elegant stride, used a chair as a stepping stone, and hopped onto her lap.
People noticed the new pianist, and some curious ones started requesting songs.
Wen Zhiyu suddenly became busy.
Da Ju was earning its kibble.
Busy until the end of her shift, Wen Zhiyu headed home with Da Ju, richly rewarded. She bought it cat food and set out water.
Then she logged onto the app and started another job.
Little Fairy: [Brother, look at my lucky cat!]
In the video, the orange cat was eating happily, making munching sounds, and Wen Zhiyu was grinning from ear to ear.
LMY: [The cat came back?]
Little Fairy: [Yeah! It’s amazing—it brought in a bunch of customers for me today. But in a few days, it’s going back home.]
LMY: [Why?]
Little Fairy: [It’s not really my cat, actually. It has a new owner now.]
Wen Zhiyu couldn’t reveal too much, so she glossed over the matter.
LMY: [Transfer of 100,000 yuan.]
Little Fairy: [Why are you transferring me money?]
She was constantly tempted by money—she was really afraid she’d cave one day and accept it.
LMY: [You’re unhappy.]
As expected of a big shot—his way of cheering someone up was a transfer.
Little Fairy: [I’m not. Cherish what you have, and you’ll be happy.]
Someone knocked on the office door, and after receiving permission, assistant Wei Jiang entered.
Li Moyuan had asked him to look into whether the online crush had started her job.
“Mr. Li, no one matching the photo in the photo has come to Time Music Restaurant to apply.”
“Never mind.”
Upon learning that Wen Zhiyu had found a job, Li Moyuan stopped paying attention. She’d probably gone to work at another music restaurant.
His fingertips unconsciously spun a platinum fountain pen, the cold metallic gleam flickering intermittently with his movements.
Li Moyuan contacted Li Mei, asking what methods she knew to eliminate an allergy to cat fur.
“Don’t worry, Young Master, the apartment doesn’t have any cats.”
“A friend likes cats.”
Intuition told Li Mei that this friend was the same one who had brought him a meal last time.
The Young Master was actually considering solving the problem from his own end, rather than getting rid of the cat—this was hardly an ordinary friend.
Li Mei could barely contain her excitement and offered several suggestions, such as keeping the cat out of the bedroom, wearing a mask, and so on.
“I see.”
Li Moyuan continued chatting with Wen Zhiyu.
The office door was pushed open by a man in a white suit—a person so beautiful they were androgynous, fingers tucked into his pockets as he strolled in.
“No way, still chatting with a little girl? Careful, she might turn out to be a hairy-chested dude.”
Lu Chen stopped by the desk, his gaze constantly darting toward the screen.
Li Moyuan covered the screen with his slender, well-defined hand and looked up. “What are you here for?”
“You’re allergic to cat fur, yet a cat showed up at Time. What’s going on? That orange tabby is pretty cute, though.”
In the photo, the orange tabby was curled up on a white dress, a slender sliver of a woman’s arm visible, her face not shown.
Li Moyuan’s fingers paused.
This cat looked exactly the same as the little fairy’s cat.
After a brief moment of thought, he picked up his phone, opened an app, and sent a message to the other party.
LMY: 【What’s the name of the music restaurant you’re at?】
Lu Chen was speechless. “Bro, is she more important than a hairy-chested dude?”
“I’ve heard her voice. She’s a girl.”
“Voice changers are everywhere. Online, I can be a woman, I can be a man, I can even be a robot.”
When a friend fell in love, you couldn’t tell he was supposed to be a genius at all.
“Oh, by the way, I met this super sweet girl—let me show you her photo. She seems to be the owner of the orange tabby.”
The phone screen was shoved right under Li Moyuan’s nose.