WTDWPK Chapter 3

The Reality of "So Good"

Posted by April Fox, ? Views, Released on August 26, 2024

Facebook Twitter WhatsApp Pinterest Telegram

Turning off the video, Fu Yuqian opened Song Yu’s messages. After seeing the accident photos, his pupils constricted, and his thin lips pressed together as he fought to restrain himself from rushing to the hospital immediately. Was he okay?

—

Being a cat was surprisingly boring!

Five minutes later, Song Yu lay on his back, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

He couldn’t use his phone or watch TV, and he had no interest in the cat toys since he wasn’t a real cat.

When Fu Yuqian finally opened the door and came out, Song Yu nearly burst into tears of joy. He scrambled up, craning his neck to look at him. For the first time, he felt that this sworn enemy wasn’t so unbearable after all.

Though, could he not be so tall? His neck was sore.

Fu Yuqian bent down and picked him up again, gently squeezing his plump little belly, his deep eyes full of tenderness. “Yi Yi, are you hungry?”

“Meow…” He was indeed a bit hungry. Hurry up and get me some Australian Wagyu beef!

Fu Yuqian seemed used to talking to Yi Yi. He carried him to the cabinet where he stored cat food and treats, opened the door, and revealed a whole shelf of premium imported cat food and treats. “Yi Yi, choose what you want.”

Song Yu’s face showed horror.

Did he really have to eat cat food? No, absolutely not!

He was mentally screaming in refusal and tried to shrink further into Fu Yuqian’s arms.

“What’s wrong, Yi Yi?” Fu Yuqian rubbed his furry head. “Aren’t you usually looking forward to this time? You’re usually excited and demanding food.”

Song Yu stiffened again. Could his act as a cat be discovered?

What if Fu Yuqian was a bit smarter—though he definitely wasn’t smart enough to notice, as he surely didn’t have that kind of intelligence—what if he figured out that he wasn’t a real cat? Would he end up being sent for research and dissection?

Terrified by his own imagination, Song Yu looked devastated, as if he were about to be executed. Trembling, he extended a paw, hesitated with his choice for a moment, and finally pointed to a beef-flavored and freeze-dried meat option.

Fu Yuqian retrieved them, took out a gleaming cat bowl, and filled it with cat food and chicken freeze-dried meat, though not too much.

Fu Yuqian explained, “The doctor said you need to lose weight, so you’ll have a little less to eat for lunch today. You can have some treats in an hour.”

“Meow…” *Thank you.*

Reluctantly approaching the cat bowl and under Fu Yuqian’s watchful gaze, Song Yu nearly cried out in frustration. How had he ended up in such a humiliating position? It was heart-wrenching to hear and tearful to see. No one was more miserable than him.

Once he returned to his human form, he would definitely find a chance to get revenge on Fu Yuqian for forcing him to eat cat food today!

With this self-entertaining thought in mind, Song Yu began eating. To his surprise, it tasted quite good!

The food was fragrant but not greasy, with a strong steak aroma. The freeze-dried meat was dense and had a great texture.

Song Yu, perhaps influenced by his cat instincts, began eating voraciously, barely chewing, just biting a few times and swallowing. He enjoyed the meal thoroughly.

The only downside was that the portion was a bit small. Soon, Song Yu felt that he had only eaten about 60% of what he needed to be full.

—

He really did need to lose weight, at least enough to squeeze through a fence easily. Since his debut, he had long been accustomed to not getting enough food. To maintain a perfect figure on stage and in front of the camera, Song Yu had always been very disciplined. His physique wasn’t just boasting; it was genuinely sculpted to perfection—any less would be too lean, and any more too fat.

So, after finishing his meal, Song Yu tilted his head and meowed, nudging the bowl with his paw: “Servant, hurry up and clean the bowl.”

Fu Yuqian watched silently as Song Yu performed these actions, but when Song Yu began eating with gusto, as if nothing had changed from before, he started to wonder if he might have overthought things.

After all, cats were actually quite smart; they just couldn’t be bothered to show it.

But Fu Yuqian still remembered the incident with the computer and decided to find another opportunity to test if Yi Yi was indeed “enlightened.”

After personally washing and sanitizing Yi Yi’s bowl, Fu Yuqian called Liu Le.

Liu Le answered quickly, “Brother Qian, I’ve found out that because Song Yu was wearing a seatbelt, his injuries are not severe. However, since the car flipped, he hit the back of his head on the roof, which might have caused a brain hemorrhage. He has been in a coma.”

Song Yu, having become a cat, could hear very well and caught every word. He was extremely anxious. A brain hemorrhage—would they need to perform surgery? Would there be ugly scars on his head?

He became even more anxious; he couldn’t undergo surgery. He had to see his body immediately.

He needed to hurry back.

Song Yu kept calling, his voice sounding somewhat pleading. “Enemy, if you take me to the hospital, I’ll reconcile with you—just don’t compete with me for resources or fan girls in the future.”

Fu Yuqian seemed to understand what Song Yu was saying and told Liu Le, “Help me arrange a visit. I’ll go see him tonight.”

“Brother Qian, I know you’re anxious, but it’s not possible right now. The hospital is surrounded by Song Yu’s people; no one is being let in. Plus, the area around the hospital is filled with paparazzi. They all want to capture the first-hand news about Song Yu. If you go now and get photographed…” Liu Le urged against it.

“I understand. Let’s leave it for now,” Fu Yuqian said, ending the call.

Song Yu was anxious, thinking how could he give up so easily.

Fu Yuqian looked down and saw Song Yu’s worried cat face and was momentarily stunned.

Yi Yi was very fond of Song Yu, having grown up with his pictures over the years. Usually, when watching TV and seeing Song Yu, Yi Yi would meow a few times. Had Yi Yi sensed something from the conversation between him and Liu Le?

He flipped through his contacts and made another call: “Ying Qi, could you help me out? Is there anyone you know at the First People’s Hospital? A friend of mine is hospitalized, and I want to visit, but I can’t use conventional methods.”

The man named Ying Qi immediately responded, “It’s Song Yu, right? I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait. I’ll see what I can find out. Wait for my news.”

“Thanks. We’ll catch up another day,” Fu Yuqian said, his tone lightening a bit.

“No problem, I won’t be polite,” Ying Qi replied.

—

Song Yu grew increasingly confused. How did everyone around Fu Yuqian know about him? Could it be that he had crossed into a parallel world? Was it possible that in this world, he and Fu Yuqian were close brothers?

The image of swearing brotherhood with Fu Yuqian made Song Yu cringe with embarrassment.

But as long as Fu Yuqian could find a way to the hospital, it was fine. He just needed to see his own body to confirm if he was in a parallel world.

After all, he was very familiar with his own body. He took a good look at himself every time he finished showering—how could he have such an irresistible figure?

After hanging up, Fu Yuqian got up and went to his study. Song Yu quickly followed him, trying to hear if Ying Qi had any solutions.

Seeing Song Yu following him, Fu Yuqian was puzzled. “Do you want to play with me?”

Song Yu meowed, as if to say, “Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Well then, I’ll play with you for a while.” Since he couldn’t concentrate on reading scripts or variety show materials, having Yi Yi around to pass the time would be fine.

Fu Yuqian went upstairs and brought down a cat teaser.

Song Yu’s eyes immediately flared with anger!

Fine, feeding him cat food was acceptable since it was quite tasty, but taking away the teaser? He absolutely refused to lower himself to play with it!

Song Yu’s paws twitched, eager to scratch Fu Yuqian’s face to make him understand the consequences of offending him!

“Yi Yi, come here. You need to lose weight,” Fu Yuqian said, holding the teaser and awkwardly waving it in front of Song Yu.

Song Yu found that his eyes involuntarily followed the teaser, and his body’s restraint seemed to be loosening.

Damn, it felt like he was falling for it.

Song Yu wept inwardly, resigning himself to play with this lowly toy just for the sake of losing weight!

In an instant, Song Yu leaped at the teaser with the ferocity of a tiger pouncing on its prey, but he missed as Fu Yuqian reacted even faster and lifted it out of reach.

Song Yu’s anger turned into determination. He fixed his gaze on the small feather toy with a bell, predicting Fu Yuqian’s movements, and jumped again when the toy swung toward him—still missing!

Damn it!

Song Yu was fully motivated now, determined to prove that he was smarter and more capable than Fu Yuqian as a human and far more agile as a cat.

Seeing Song Yu’s intense focus, Fu Yuqian found Yi Yi even cuter than before. The look in his eyes was reminiscent of someone else.

In a moment of distraction, Song Yu managed to catch the toy with his paws, holding it triumphantly and meowing, “Meow!” Admit defeat, servant!

Fu Yuqian’s lips curved into an exceptionally gentle smile, which made Song Yu momentarily dazed.

Realizing it, Song Yu’s face flushed, though his cat face hid it well. He grumbled inwardly, “You’re flirting with a cat; have you lost your humanity?”

However, the smile quickly faded as Fu Yuqian’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and answered, “Ying Qi, what’s the update?”

“I’m only helping you this once, as this is against the rules,” Ying Qi said. “I’ve contacted someone. Tonight at ten, you’ll need to dress as a doctor and accompany him for rounds. Also, Song Yu’s agency is being unreasonable. They hesitated when they heard surgery might be needed, repeatedly asking if conservative treatment was possible. They’re concerned about the artist’s image over life-threatening issues!”

A trace of harshness flashed in Fu Yuqian’s eyes, but his voice remained calm, “Thanks.”

“Here’s the contact’s phone number and WeChat. You must keep your emotions in check and not reveal anything, understand?”

“Got it.”

After ending the call, Song Yu was so happy he almost jumped. Fu Yuqian was quite capable after all.

As for his agency, it wasn’t surprising they would act that way.

Breaking the contract was inevitable.

But the information they held needed to be retrieved or destroyed.

The waiting time felt exceptionally long. When it was finally time to leave, Fu Yuqian was preparing to go out, and Song Yu hurriedly trotted over, meowing in a very flattering manner.

“Yi Yi, stay home. I’ll be back soon,” Fu Yuqian said patiently.

“Meow meow.” Take me with you! Song Yu extended a tempting little paw, grabbing Fu Yuqian’s pants.

Fu Yuqian cruelly pulled it away and continued to head out. Song Yu grew anxious and called out clearly, “Mom.”

Fu Yuqian paused.

—

Author’s note: There are actually cats that can say “mom,” hahaha!

—

Now it’s time for the familiar request for collections and comments. Listen, the lonely author is singing “Qinghai-Tibet Plateau” again.

¹