Date: February 25, Year X
Weather: Overcast
Even though I had reminded Wu Yunfei and the little one about taking care of each other in the morning when I left, he nodded in agreement. However, when I returned home after work, I found the little kitten stuffed into a plastic bag and hanging on the doorknob.
The poor little kitten looked at me with a sense of grievance, tears welling up in its eyes.
Seeing this, I quickly rescued it from the plastic bag and comforted it in my arms.
“It knows how to act pitiful in front of you. When you’re not around, this little thing is practically a troublemaker,” Wu Yunfei grumbled.
I noticed that his clothes had a lot of cat fur and scratches, indicating that he had experienced a tough battle earlier.
“You didn’t get scratched by it, did you?” I asked.
The little kitten in my arms nudged me, seemingly displeased with my questioning of its “bad behavior.”
“Don’t you understand? I entered this house before you did!” Wu Yunfei pointed a finger, tapping the little kitten on the head.
The kitten, annoyed, tried to bite his hand, but I held it back.
“Be good, don’t bite things randomly. What if you get a stomachache?” I reassured.
Wu Yunfei didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m not some dirty thing. How could I get a stomachache from being bitten?”
Is he possessed by a contrary spirit? Does he want to be bitten by this little thing?
I gave him a stern look but didn’t say anything.
“Ah, this is what men are like. They find a new love and forget the old one,” he said, feeling wronged. “You don’t even care if there’s anything to eat at my place.”
He’s a grown man; shouldn’t he take care of himself?
Moreover, when I passed by the kitchen just now, I clearly saw that the trash can was filled with takeout packaging.
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Rather than worrying about whether he has anything to eat, I’m more concerned about whether the little kitten has eaten.
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“I fed it,” he said, sounding a bit unsure.
“Did you really feed it? Don’t lie to me,” I said.
“Well… I accidentally forgot about it. But with this sudden addition of a little thing in the house, who would be conscious of whether it’s eating or not?” he explained.
Hearing him say this, I felt quite upset.
This guy is way too irresponsible! He said he would remember to feed the cat, but he forgot completely.
No wonder the little thing is making a fuss; it doesn’t have anything to eat!
“Well, I was wrong this time. Don’t be mad. But speaking of which, it seems like you haven’t given a name to this little thing yet,” he said.
As my first cat in life, it must have a loud and impressive name!
However, to make Wu Yunfei care a bit more about the little thing, I handed over the naming rights to him.
“Since it’s an orange cat, let’s call it Big Orange!” he suggested.
That name lacks creativity! PASS!
“Ahuang?”
Isn’t that a dog’s name? PASS!
“Orange?”
How is this different from the previous name? Even if translated into English, it’s still Big Orange!
“Whatever, come up with a name yourself.”
After thinking for a moment, a bold idea popped into my head.
“Shiyuanshou?”
“What?” He seemed a bit confused, apparently not catching on.
This has been my dream for a long time!
When I first watched Marvel movies, I thought that if I ever got a cat, I would definitely name it Shiyuanshou (Devourer of Worlds) (～￣▽￣)～ It sounds mighty and imposing!
“Are you sure you want to give it such a chuunibyou name?” he asked, looking a bit conflicted. “Call it once and see if it responds to you.”
Is this name too chuunibyou? I don’t think so!
I tentatively called the little one “Shiyuanshou,” and it responded with a happy “meow.”
It seems to have accepted this name!
“Well, since the main character doesn’t have any objections, I won’t say anything more. But if someone asks you what your cat’s name is in the future, are you really going to say the three words ‘Devourer of Worlds’? It seems a bit off-character!” he remarked.
“I said it’s your idea for the name,” I laughed.
Date: February 26, Year X
Weather: Clear
Due to some unexpected work stuff, it looks like I’ll be stuck at the office until late tonight. I gave Wu Yunfei a heads-up, telling him not to wait up for dinner.
“Why are you pulling another late one? Weren’t you just on sick leave not too long ago?” He didn’t seem thrilled, and I had to fill him in on the sudden work crunch.
I wrapped up work, but right before I could leave, a last-minute situation popped up, and the whole team got stuck in overtime. Leaving early was just out of the question.
After a bit of a pause, he asked, “Did you manage to grab dinner?”
Obviously, I hadn’t had the chance to eat, but to keep him off my case, I fibbed and said I’d already eaten.
“Really? You sure about that?” He sounded skeptical.
“Absolutely.” I stuck to my story.
Technically, I did have a cup of coffee. That counts as having something, doesn’t it?
With a meeting looming, I kept our conversation short and hung up quickly.
Getting off work and heading home was no cakewalk. It was way past eleven when I finally got there.
Not wanting to disturb his beauty sleep, I crept in as quietly as possible. No lights, just me feeling my way through the darkness with a flashlight.
But just as I tiptoed through the living room, the lights flicked on. There was Wu Yunfei, leaning against the wall with a less-than-impressed look.
“Still not asleep, huh?”
I couldn’t shake off this weird sense of guilt like I got caught doing something I shouldn’t have.
“Do you even know what time it is?” He whipped out his phone to show me.
Almost midnight.
“Do you remember what time a normal person should be done with work?”
“Five o’clock… but today was different…”
I tried to explain, but he wasn’t having it, cutting me off with a chilly, “Save the special case spiel. When was the last time you left work on time? All you do is bury yourself in work. No wonder you’re still flying solo.”
QAQ Working this late is already pitiful, okay?
This reminds me of Jennies song. Bichnanin solo
I going sololololo.
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