Among cats, social hierarchy is established when the dominant one grooms the subordinate.
The Sea Urchin Prince actually dared to lick him—the Sea Urchin Prince has usurped the throne!
And he licked him until he felt dizzy, his waist and legs weak and limp. Misu began to feel unlike himself, as if he were a chocolate toffee candy, about to be completely melted by Ji Yanxing’s licking.
“Mmm…”
How could he be so… greedy!
Even cats aren’t like this!
The omega’s small face flushed with a delicate, faint rosy hue, his gaze growing dazed. Suddenly, as if breaking free from some restriction, he fought back against this bad person who dared to defy the cat.
Unexpectedly, the alpha grew even more excited, merely because of a response so subtle it was almost nonexistent.
The dry scent of silver vine filled the limited space of the car, permeating every corner. It solved Ji Yanxing’s dilemma of having only two hands, unable to caress every inch of the delicate creature’s skin as he wished.
No…
No, wuwu…!
Misu’s tongue root felt sore and numb to the point of unbearable discomfort. He began to push away, whimpering incessantly.
Ji Yanxing, afraid he might run out of breath and also wary of his own rut coming early, reluctantly let go, a silvery strand of saliva trailing between them—unclear whose it was.
“Tell me.”
A hand taut with veins forcefully cupped Misu’s face, the voice unnaturally hoarse—
“Why did you kiss me?”
Misu looked at him with wet, glistening eyes.
This person actually had the audacity to shift the blame—how utterly shameless.
The poor omega couldn’t think of any cultured retort at the moment. After glaring at him for a while, a mix of anger and grievance, he gestured, “I don’t know. You suddenly went ‘la-la-la’ with my tongue…”
Ji Yanxing was practically angered into laughter by him.
“Because you love me. You like me.” His thumb gently stroked Misu’s smooth, tender cheek, his voice soft and coaxing. “You can’t do without me, right?”
While speaking gently, the alpha’s posture remained dominant, as if everything was under his control.
It seemed that whatever he asked of this weak little omega before him, the other would obediently comply.
But in Ji Yanxing’s pitch-black eyes, an indescribable emotion churned. Flickering light spots concealed his increasingly intense craving. He was practically begging his little fiancée to say something.
Misu was completely absorbed in the shock that humans were a perverse species that devoured each other’s tongues.
“Mmm, my tongue hurts, my mouth hurts too…”
Thankfully there were no barbs, or it would have hurt even more.
He resembled a ripe, soft peach, plump and juicy. Just looking at him made Ji Yanxing’s mouth go dry again. Such an innocent, adorable little creature deserved to be utterly consumed by him.
As for how to devour him… next time he’d have more experience.
The alpha reached out to pinch the nape of his neck, pressing the confused Misu against his shoulder, gently patting his back.
“Sleep.”
The reassuring woody scent wafted over. Under the influence of alcohol and pheromones, Misu’s eyelids grew heavy, like a little animal brought on stage by a hypnotist in a reality show.
With one sweep of the hypnotist’s hand, the little animal would fall sound asleep.
His soft cheek flesh pressed against the man’s shoulder, looking exceptionally kissable. Ji Yanxing’s hand reached over to touch it, engaging in self-delusion just as mercilessly.
“I knew you couldn’t do without me.”
The driver at the wheel: “…”
He didn’t say that.
He was truly grateful to be a beta. Otherwise, he would have been overwhelmed by his employer’s high-level alpha pheromones earlier.
This was where the advantage of being a beta showed.
The newly employed young driver felt this trip was totally worth it—he’d actually stumbled upon major gossip.
CEO Ji, who superficially scorned his arranged marriage wife, privately behaved like a concubine in the cold palace: nibbling on the other person while eagerly begging for recognition.
When ignored, he simply declared himself the rightful partner himself.
Oh ho!
How laughable!
Suddenly meeting Ji Yanxing’s eyes in the rearview mirror, the driver shuddered all over and instantly straightened up.
His employer, holding his soundly asleep little wife, sneered menacingly, “What’s wrong? Are your teeth feeling hot? Desperate to cool them off?”
“No, no, not at all!” the driver hurriedly shut his mouth. “I swear, I didn’t see or hear anything today!”
Ji Yanxing’s expression remained cold and arrogant, neither confirming nor denying.
Misu was having a dream.
In the dream, a black-and-white dog that looked very clever and sharp circled around him, pacing slowly with great pride, its beautiful tail not even twitching.
It seemed completely uninterested in the little cat.
The cat, not even as big as the dog’s muzzle, raised its tiny tail tip and greeted softly, “Meow~”
“Woof!” The previously aloof Border Collie suddenly charged over, its big tail wagging like a propeller. Its enormous tongue slurped the cat over, picked it up with its mouth, and continued licking.
“Smooch, smooch, smooch…”
“Meow-oh, meow-oh!”
The little kitten was practically licked into a mango pit!
…
In the afternoon, the weather was mild and sunny.
Butler Wang was holding a small watering can, listening to an audiobook while watering the hydrangeas along the entrance path.
Just as Ji Yanxing’s car stopped in front of him, his headphones happened to be playing:
[The general returns from the campaign…]
Why was the young master back at this time?
The driver respectfully opened the car door. The tall, handsome alpha stepped out, carefully cradling a delicate omega wrapped in his coat. Even without seeing the face, one could sense an aura of nobility.
[…and brings back a pregnant woman.]
The butler’s smile froze instantly. Suddenly feeling thirty years younger, he transformed into the loyal maidservant of the first wife in a melodramatic historical romance, practically skipping around and shouting, “Madam, the general has returned!”
Maintaining his professionalism while staying vigilant, Butler Wang said, “I—I’ll go call Young Master Misu down.”
Had the young master brought an outsider home to protest the arranged marriage?!
This was going to cause a huge scene!
With one look, Ji Yanxing knew exactly what the old fellow was thinking. With a dark expression, he strode right past him.
“Uninstall your Jinjiang novels.”
“Haha, so Young Master Misu is here! This old man’s eyes are failing him with age!” The butler hurriedly followed them inside. Upon learning the young mistress was drunk, he instructed the kitchen to prepare hangover soup.
Ji Yanxing placed the deeply sleeping Misu in the bedroom, bending down to remove his outer clothes and shoes.
Noticing the blankets piled into a little cave on the bed, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
After tucking the blankets around him, the alpha finally felt reassured enough to return to work.
“Sleep well, little nest-building bee.”
Fortunately, today’s schedule wasn’t too tight. When he rushed nonstop by car to the VIP lounge, the new partner from the expanding film and television industry had just arrived. Both sides engaged in a pleasant conversation.
When discussing film and television adaptations, Ji Yanxing even half-jokingly came up with a plot on the spot. It incorporated classic elements like marriage before love, the pride of heaven, and secret longing.
He raised an eyebrow with great interest.
“How about it? Hasn’t this omega already fallen head over heels for the alpha?”
If this could be greenlit as a project, he, Ji Yanxing, would invest in it.
The CEO opposite stroked his chin, listening intently, pondered, stroked his chin again, until he was practically rubbing sparks off it, before finally saying, “Mr. Ji, the story you just told is quite interesting. However, no matter how I hear it, it sounds more like the alpha loves the omega more—even with a touch of… peculiarity!”
Ji Yanxing: “…”
The film CEO tentatively asked, “He wouldn’t really sneak in to lick this omega in the middle of the night, would he? Or lie under their bed eavesdropping on the sound of them turning over? Or even go to the washing machine to secretly collect their underwear as keepsakes?”
Ji Yanxing: “…………”
The CEO: “Hehehe, I don’t mean anything else. It’s just that this story might be more fitting if it were called The Contrast Yin Shi CEO Loves Fiercely or My Arranged Husband is a Goofball!”
Ji Yanxing believed this film boss simply failed to grasp the essence of the story.
An amateur, a complete amateur.
A delicate, high-born omega who couldn’t carry heavy loads nor lift burdens, going out to pitifully earn money one yuan at a time out of concern for his husband’s health—what could that be if not love?
It couldn’t possibly be brotherly affection, treating the other like an elder brother, right?
Misu already loved him to the very marrow of his bones.
On the way back to the office, special assistant Xiao Wu caught glimpses of Ji Yanxing’s occasionally upturned lips in the rearview mirror: “?”
Their eyes met, and Ji Yanxing instantly pressed his lips back down.
“???”
Xiao Wu waited a moment, blinked, and looked again—CEO Ji was smiling again!
Looked again—not smiling anymore!
The arrogant superior seemed to have a split personality, laughing for no reason.
It gave off a weird feeling, like an iceberg cracking.
Was this… an illusion? Was he smiling or not?
Especially since the car’s air conditioning was a bit low, and cold sweat had soaked through his suit. Looking at the boss who kept “hmph”-ing with suppressed chuckles, Special Assistant Wu’s face turned pale. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this luxury car might instantly transform into a dilapidated, hell-bound last bus.
They say boys who smile often have pretty good luck. Maybe his boss had been possessed by a particularly handsome male ghost.
Who are you? Get out of my boss’s body!
Teeth chattering, Special Assistant Wu mustered the courage to ask, “C-CEO Ji, is there some happy occasion? You look exceptionally good today. I see you’re smiling especially happily…”
Turning his head, he saw the alpha’s cold, handsome face wearing a faint, indifferent expression as he gave an indifferent “hmm”: “Not bad.”
Xiao Wu let out a sigh of relief.
Great, the boss wasn’t possessed.
“By the way, Xiao Wu, do you have a partner?” Ji Yanxing usually never cared about his subordinates’ private lives. He must really be in a good mood today.
Assistant Wu thought he was going to set him up and couldn’t help but show a shy, slightly silly smile, scratching his head. “Not yet.”
The boss clicked his tongue, casually remarking, “I do have one, but it’s an arranged marriage.”
“I envy you all. Not like me, bound by circumstances. My arranged marriage partner would move heaven and earth for me. Today in the car, they kept going on about loving me, liking me. I don’t even know how to respond, heh.”
“Little kids like that just enjoy expressing their feelings this way. Understandable.”
Special Assistant Wu: “…”
…
“Meow-ow—”
The little cat crouched next to the lucky cat figurine arched its tiny back, stretching grandly, putting so much effort into it that all four little black paws splayed open.
So sleepy.
Indeed, even a little cat’s looks can suffer from lack of proper rest.
Little Misu felt he wasn’t as adorable as he was yesterday.
Xiao Yu, having finished taking stock of the cat food supply, walked out, taking off his apron. Teasingly, he said, “Well, well, what’s wrong with the little working cat? Didn’t sleep well last night?”
The cat glanced at the hand stretched toward him and the pleading look in his eyes, generously leaning forward to give it a nuzzle.
Human, don’t ask too much.
There’s no way to explain to you that a little kitty can also have a hangover.
Little Misu vaguely remembered something. His memory stopped at Ji Yanxing treating him to shuizhuo cuisine and him heroically downing several glasses of red wine. He couldn’t recall what happened after, no matter how hard he tried.
Until he caught sight of the British Shorthair blue cat sitting nearby eating from a can, its pink tongue darting in and out, lick by lick.
Tongue.
Licking.
His round, amber eyes widened in sudden realization.
Oh—!
Little Misu sat like a chocolate daifuku, his neatly circled tail deftly covering his paws, putting on a very serious little face.
He remembered: today’s portion of canned food hadn’t been eaten yet.
“Meow~” The little meatball reminded Xiao Yu loudly.
Don’t forget, a cat’s memory is formidable.
Over the next few days, Little Misu continued working at the cat café as usual. Every day, he would eat with the three Maine Coon cats, and after each meal, he would symbolically groom the big cats to solidify his status.
“Slurp, slurp…”