Song Yu had an incredibly sweet sleep and even dreamed a delightful dream. In it, he returned to his own body and exposed Fu Yuqian as a weirdo—not only hiding the fact that he had a girlfriend but also being a creep who kissed his cat daily and even forced the cat to bathe with him. The fans, disillusioned by Fu Yuqian’s true nature, turned on him en masse, unfollowing him and expressing their heartbreak. Left with nowhere to go, they flocked to Song Yu, and his girlfriend fanbase finally surpassed one billion.
In his dream, Song Yu smiled, meowing in joy, while his little paws waved in celebration, his claws spread like fireworks going off in triumph.
Fu Yuqian, seeing this, couldn’t resist taking another video.
It was as if he were also dreaming. His beloved had truly turned into his cat, and since Master Jiaye had confirmed his *Hongluan Star* was stirring, didn’t this mean he and Song Yu were destined to be together?
Fu Yuqian recalled there was a sewing kit left behind by Liu Le, which had various threads.
Finding a red thread, he carefully opened a tutorial on making braided wristbands on his phone. Born with a sharp mind, Fu Yuqian quickly learned the technique. Creating a small, intricate collar for his cat was a simple task. In about half an hour, it was done.
They say a man at work is the most attractive. If fans could see Fu Yuqian concentrating on weaving the collar, with his head slightly bowed and his expression serious, they’d probably drown in his tenderness. What kind of celestial boyfriend material was this? Handcrafting a collar for his beloved!
After finishing, Song Yu was still sound asleep. Fu Yuqian decided to put it on him right away. He was reverent, as if slipping a ring onto his lover’s finger, filled with both solemnity and excitement.
However, just as he began adjusting the collar’s fit around Song Yu’s neck, Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the strange sensation of something encircling his neck.
With a startled *meow*, Song Yu leapt up, tumbling and scrambling toward the door in a frenzy. “Meowwwww—” Was Fu Yuqian trying to strangle him?!
Silence fell over the villa like a heavy curtain.
Even though Fu Yuqian couldn’t understand cat language, Song Yu’s reaction made everything clear. For a moment, he felt utterly lost. Could he ever truly win Song Yu’s heart?
At the doorway, Song Yu turned to glance back and saw the cat collar in Fu Yuqian’s hand. It had a reddish-brown bead emitting a calming aura.
Maybe he’d misunderstood Fu Yuqian.
But he couldn’t be blamed entirely. His dream had been so vivid—Fu Yuqian, humiliated under his feet, had lashed out in revenge. It made sense to think logically in that context. Still groggy, seeing Fu Yuqian slipping something around his neck had made him instinctively assume the worst and bolt.
Now, Song Yu and Fu Yuqian stood at opposite ends of the room, staring at each other. Slowly, Fu Yuqian lowered his head, his whole demeanor radiating despair.
Was he really that heartbroken? Song Yu felt a twinge of guilt. After all, Fu Yuqian had treated Yiyi exceptionally well—cooking meals, buying a house full of toys, and spending tens of thousands on a display cabinet of cat food and treats. And that collar wasn’t even fastened yet. The sewing kit nearby confirmed it was handmade.
How… delicate of him… No, how thoughtful.
Song Yu was genuinely fond of the bead—it was so captivating that he felt an urge to run over and rub against it, even from a distance.
Should he… apologize to Fu Yuqian?
Song Yu found himself in unprecedented inner turmoil.
But apologizing to his nemesis? That was just too much to bear.
In his mind, a battle raged between an angel and a devil, neither side gaining the upper hand. Before he could decide, Fu Yuqian had already composed himself. His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of sorrow he couldn’t quite hide. “Yiyi, come here. I made a collar for you.”
Since Fu Yuqian offered an olive branch, Song Yu naturally took it. Trotting over gracefully, he mewed softly, *“Meow…”* Uh… just now, sorry about that.
*There, I apologized. If you don’t understand me, that’s not my problem.*
This time, Fu Yuqian understood perfectly. The soft, delicate meow drilled straight into his heart. He scooped Song Yu up, gently slipped the collar back around his neck, adjusted its fit, and secured it. Smiling, he said, “It looks great.”
Song Yu also felt comfortable wearing it. He couldn’t help raising a paw to scratch at it, curious. Where did this bead come from? Oh, and where was that handsome guy from earlier?
Jumping down, Song Yu strutted in a circle in front of Fu Yuqian, letting out a couple of proud meows. *Doesn’t this young master look dashing?*
Fu Yuqian, however, felt like something was missing.
And then it hit him.
He pulled out his phone, snapped some pictures of Song Yu with a focus on the collar, and sent them to his assistant, Liu Le, along with a quick message: *Make a cat tag for me. Engrave the character “Qian” and a Pisces symbol. Match it to this collar.*
Liu Le was starting to suspect that Fu Yuqian had been possessed. Why else would he suddenly consult a master, remove surveillance cameras, and now commission a custom cat tag?
But, ever professional, she replied: *Got it.*
Fu Yuqian transferred 500,000 yuan to her, instructing her to order a platinum and diamond-encrusted cat tag. The remaining funds were her running fee, and he emphasized it needed to be ready within the week.
Faced with the power of money, Liu Le shamefully bowed her head, replying obsequiously, *Consider it done!*
In just one day, Fu Yuqian had spent 1.5 million yuan without batting an eye, starting to taste the joy of splurging on his beloved.
The thought of Song Yu wearing a cat tag engraved with his name, as if marking him as his own, made Fu Yuqian’s eyes darken with intensity, barely restraining the surging emotions within him.
But he held himself back—he would be the most patient hunter, capturing his beloved’s heart step by step.
Meanwhile, Song Yu, engrossed with the bead, was entirely oblivious to Fu Yuqian’s thoughts.
Since Song Yu had yet to wake up in his human body, his fans, who initially flooded Fu Yuqian’s Weibo with angry comments, eventually ran out of energy to curse. Instead, they united online, crying and praying for Song Yu’s recovery.
Some fans even organized charity drives and visits to temples to pray for Song Yu’s health. Donations to impoverished areas poured in, while prayers were offered with utmost sincerity.
Song Yu’s fan club presidents, known for their exceptional abilities, handled everything expertly despite lacking guidance from a management company. Every donation was transparently accounted for. They also instructed fans to confine their activities to private forums and avoid hashtags to keep the issue off trending topics.
*They couldn’t allow anyone to tarnish the public’s perception of Song Yu.*
Even when opportunistic marketing accounts tried to exploit the situation by creating hashtags about Song Yu to gain traction, the fan club swiftly intervened. They reached out to those accounts, negotiating and leveraging every resource to minimize public attention on him.
To them, Song Yu was their *Ge*, someone they could protect themselves.
However, the smooth coordination of these efforts wasn’t solely the work of the fan club. After all, no matter how capable they were, they couldn’t compel marketing accounts to delete posts. Behind the scenes, this was entirely Yin Lang’s doing. Overly worried about Fu Yuqian’s antics, he had long forged connections with a few of Song Yu’s fan club leaders, acting preemptively. If Fu Yuqian ever truly lost control of his “beastly desires” and overstepped with Song Yu, Yin Lang had already prepared a safety net to plead for a reprieve.
Under his alias “Lang Yue,” Song Yu’s fans affectionately referred to him as “Sister Yue.”
This recent prayer campaign for Song Yu was also spearheaded by Yin Lang. He even personally donated 100,000 yuan to set the example. Through this meticulous maneuvering, not only was Song Yu’s reputation unharmed, but he also gained a substantial number of casual fans. His follower count on Weibo successfully surpassed Fu Yuqian’s.
This earned Yin Lang the title “Moon Goddess” among Song Yu’s fans whenever he appeared.
Of course, all of Yin Lang’s expenses were covered by Fu Yuqian. With a total expenditure of two million yuan, Fu Yuqian achieved yet another milestone in *pay-to-win devotion.*
Fu Yuqian pondered: after spending this much, perhaps he deserved some benefits in return.
—
That evening, Fu Yuqian prepared dinner as usual, catering to Song Yu’s tastes. Song Yu ate with great satisfaction, though he found the portion a bit small. Still, in the name of dieting, he endured.
After dinner, Fu Yuqian intentionally opened his phone to watch fan-made videos about Song Yu. Pretending to be indifferent, Song Yu ambled over to watch with him. As he saw the lengths his fans had gone for him, his eyes involuntarily reddened. He quickly turned his face away, thinking, *What did I ever do to deserve this much love?*
Over the years, he had never taken a break. It hadn’t felt exhausting because his fans’ unwavering support fueled his drive to stay on stage. Later, it was his fans who encouraged him to explore acting, to take on more meaningful projects instead of spending his career on variety shows and appearances. *How many years of shelf life does a traffic idol without substantial works have anyway?*
It was this encouragement that pushed Song Yu to fight against his company, expending considerable effort to land a role in a drama. Unfortunately, that led to Zhao Hua threatening him using his personal struggles.
Completely disillusioned with his agency, Song Yu thought that being in a coma might not be the worst thing. Without him as their cash cow, the company would surely promote someone else. By the time he woke up, his popularity might have waned enough to facilitate a contract termination.
Still, he knew he had to proceed cautiously. If the company retaliated by revealing his secrets, it could ruin him completely.
*Careful planning was crucial.*
—
Half an hour later, Fu Yuqian scooped Song Yu into his arms with a smile. “Yiyi, let’s go exercise.”
Song Yu didn’t resist. He did need to lose weight, after all.
*Even as a cat, I must maintain a slender, stunning figure.*
The villa was spacious, with two floors. The first floor housed a study, a gym, and guest rooms, while the second floor contained the master bedroom, multifunctional rooms, and Yiyi’s cat room.
Fu Yuqian carried Song Yu straight to the gym.
The gym was large and fully equipped with various machines. Fu Yuqian turned on the treadmill and placed Song Yu on it. Song Yu obediently began walking in his feline strides, looking incredibly well-behaved.
Meanwhile, Fu Yuqian started using other equipment to work on his core, back, and arms. Dressed in just a sleeveless athletic shirt and shorts, his muscles flexed with each movement, looking particularly toned and attractive. The loose shorts also highlighted his figure. Song Yu couldn’t help but admit to himself that he felt jealous. *If you’re so impressive, why don’t you go model for underwear ads or something?* he mentally grumbled.
After more than half an hour of exercise, Song Yu stopped, collapsing onto the floor with his tongue out, panting heavily.
Fu Yuqian stroked him from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, helping him relax. Song Yu weakly meowed, *Carry me to the scale—let’s see if I’ve lost weight!*
Unfortunately, Fu Yuqian couldn’t understand him. Once Song Yu finally caught his breath, Fu Yuqian said, “Yiyi, let’s go take a bath.”
Song Yu was up for it. He felt sticky all over, even though cats didn’t usually sweat. He meowed his agreement.
Feeling drowsy after the workout, he let Fu Yuqian carry him to the cat-sized bath. The water temperature was just right—neither too hot nor too cold. Fu Yuqian’s bathing technique was skilled and incorporated a gentle massage. As the warm water enveloped him, Song Yu grew increasingly sleepy. Resting his chin on the edge of the bath to avoid inhaling water, he closed his eyes to relax.
Everything seemed perfect until Song Yu suddenly realized something was off.
Why was Fu Yuqian’s hand *playing with his bell collar*?
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**Author’s Note:**
*Cat bell collars feel really nice to touch! (*/ω＼*)*
Thank you to Shen Wei for the landmine and to Shi Shisiya for the nutrition fluids. Love you both, mwah!
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