A Aloof Beauty Becomes a Tiny Kitten / Transmigrated as the Disabled Tycoon’s Tiny Kitten - Chapter 12

When he heard his mother had ordered goat milk, Xu Yi had also thought of giving some to the kitten, but he hadn’t expected her to think the same.

Didn’t she just object to him raising a cat yesterday?

No matter how precocious or sensible he was, he was still just a child under ten years old; he couldn’t hide his surprised, inquisitive gaze.

Du Hanrong naturally noticed. Her expression was a bit strained, but she still said, “Since we’re going to raise it, let’s do it properly. You must take responsibility.”

Although the final exam was still over a month away, she knew that if her son set his mind to something, there was nothing he couldn’t achieve. She had total confidence in him. Moreover, Xiao Yi was a deeply emotional person. If something happened to the kitten later, he would be devastated. It was better to raise it carefully; a healthy kitten wouldn’t get sick easily.

It was the same logic as raising a child. In these times, life was hard for people, let alone animals; if they fell ill, they could only wait for death.

“Anyway, it’s just a bit of goat milk and meat. Xiao Yi needs to eat those too.” When it came to food, Du Hanrong never skimped.

Xu Yi nodded. “How much is the goat milk per month?”

“Not expensive, only twenty yuan a month,” Du Hanrong didn’t hide it. “I already gave them our address. They’ll deliver it every morning and leave it at the door. They’ll collect the empty bottle in the evening. Remember to drink it.”

“Okay, I got it.”

Lin Xingmo, squatting on the stool, recalled the advice the adult Xu Yi had given him in reality about raising cats.

Goat milk… I think kittens can drink that.

After lunch, Du Hanrong went to rest. Xu Yi cleared the table and went to the kitchen. Lin Xingmo jumped down and followed him, squatting at the kitchen door. When the boy finished and moved toward the bedroom, the kitten let out a cry and—unusually—began to struggle in his arms.

Confused, Xu Yi set him back on the floor. The moment his paws touched the ground, the kitten ran toward the bathroom. Halfway there, he turned back to look at the boy. Seeing Xu Yi standing still, the kitten ran back, pawed at his pant leg, and then headed for the bathroom again. The intent was unmistakable.

Xu Yi marveled at his “little treasure.” Did he really understand what I said yesterday? Is he asking me to give him a bath?

The boy followed. Sure enough, the kitten was crouching under the showerhead just like the night before, eyes filled with urgency. Being young, Xu Yi wasn’t overly spooked by the cat’s intelligence. He had seen movies at Lu Zhuokai’s house where dogs and cats understood human speech; he liked films like that.

“You want a bath? Let’s do it on the balcony.”

He scooped up the kitten and carried him to the balcony, placing him on the laundry sink. Then, he went to fetch a bucket of hot water.

Lin Xingmo stood on the sink. He didn’t jump down while the boy was away; instead, he stood on his hind legs and leaned against the security bars to look outside. The elevated view allowed him to see the neighborhood. This was the second floor. Below were green belts and the main road leading to the compound gate. Pedestrians were walking about, some walking dogs. Generally, the environment was good—exceptional for this era.

He stared at a tree branch near the bars, his tail flicking with a “shrewd” urge to jump. He didn’t know how long this “dream” would last; if he couldn’t go back, he would need to adapt. Feline nature made him restless, especially when he saw sparrows fly past the window. But he wouldn’t risk it yet—not until this body was bigger and stronger.

Hearing footsteps, Lin Xingmo retracted his claws and resumed a “good boy” posture. Xu Yi arrived with hot water, adjusted the temperature in a plastic basin, and carefully placed the kitten inside.

The little white cat didn’t struggle. He actively lowered his limbs to soak his body, squinting his eyes in pure enjoyment.

Xu Yi laughed. “You really aren’t afraid of water!” He began scooping water to wet the fur. The kitten was a long-haired breed. The water in the basin quickly turned a murky yellow; although the kitten looked clean, he was actually quite filthy from the streets.

During the second wash with soap, the fur became silky. White bubbles glistened under the midday sun. The boy washed the kitten meticulously, from head to tail—not even sparing the little butt.

Lin Xingmo felt the boy’s warm hands—possessing a power he couldn’t resist in this form, yet moving with such tenderness. When Xu Yi washed his chin, Lin Xingmo looked up into the boy’s focused dark eyes. They were beautiful, filled with a gentle smile that reflected his own image.

Finally, a towel fell over his vision, soaking up the moisture. After a second drying with a fresh towel, Xu Yi brought out a chair, a cardboard box, and a clean old sweater for the kitten to lie on. Under the intense sun, Lin Xingmo didn’t feel cold at all; he felt so warm and comfortable he was practically melting.

“Stay here and dry off. Don’t run around, or you’ll get dirty again.”

The boy brought out a low stool and sat at the balcony threshold to do his homework. It was nearly 2:00 PM, but he still had time.

Lin Xingmo wouldn’t dream of running; he didn’t want to move a muscle. The midday breeze carried a hint of warmth, rustling the hanging laundry. The boy focused on his exercise book while the kitten rolled over to let the sun hit his belly. It was quiet, peaceful, and beautiful.

When Du Hanrong woke up and saw this scene, she was moved. Not wanting to disturb them, she stepped out quietly to go to work, feeling more motivated than usual.

When Xu Yi realized it was almost 2:00 PM, he packed his things and checked the box. He froze, his eyes widening in admiration.

The clean kitten’s fur was as white as snow, practically glowing in the sun—like a little angel fallen to earth. Xu Yi had never seen such a beautiful cat. The kitten rolled over, exposing a soft white belly with its paws curled.

The boy couldn’t resist poking the fluffy, round tummy with a finger. The kitten opened its light-blue eyes. Before Xu Yi could worry if he’d made him angry, the kitten let out a tiny, soft “meow” and lazily closed his eyes again. His squinted eyes looked like he was smiling.

Xu Yi… Xu Yi forgot what he was supposed to be doing. He squatted by the box, staring. He felt he could watch this white kitten all day.

“Little treasure… how about I call you Snowball?”

Lin Xingmo, in his half-asleep state, snapped his eyes open.

Snowball…

He had heard that name before.

So… I really have become the cat Xu Yi had as a child?

“Mm, it’s decided. Your name is Snowball,” the boy announced. He scooped up the fragrant, clean kitten and buried his face in the soft fur, nuzzling happily.

Even though he was reluctant, Xu Yi eventually set the cat down and headed for school. To keep Snowball, he had to study even harder to ensure his “First Place” reward was guaranteed.

Lin Xingmo lay in the box, staring at the swaying laundry. He wasn’t sure what to think. After a while, he closed his eyes and drifted off.

When he opened his eyes again, Lin Xingmo saw his familiar ceiling and was dazed for a long moment. He sat up from the sofa and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Looking at the bright light outside the window, he was still in a trance.

The author says:

CEO Xu: Is it finally time for my scene?