A Aloof Beauty Becomes a Tiny Kitten / Transmigrated as the Disabled Tycoon’s Tiny Kitten - Chapter 13

Lin Xingmo looked at the objects in the room—bright windows, clean surfaces, and a modern, minimalist design with an artistic touch. It was much more beautiful than Little Xu Yi’s old, dilapidated house.

However, he felt that the old house was more comfortable to stay in.

After a long time, he finally snapped out of his daze. He was back. Lin Xingmo scratched his hair and checked his phone. He had stayed in the “dream” for nearly two days, yet the words “Winter Solstice” on the screen made him realize that he had truly only slept for one night.

The youth sat blankly, his slender white palm resting over his heart. It had returned to its usual calm; even the sense of loss was so faint it was almost non-existent.

He pursed his lips and sat in silence for a while before getting up to wash. Then, he opened the refrigerator to prepare breakfast for himself. The ingredients in the fridge were fresh; Assistant Xiao came by every day to organize them for him.

He scanned the daily menu taped to the fridge. This was also prepared by Assistant Xiao. If it wasn’t posted, Lin Xingmo might eat all the ready-made food in the fridge and then starve until Xiao arrived to cook for him. With a menu, Lin Xingmo would actually follow the instructions; the meal he made after waking up from his fever previously was one of his rare moments of improvisation.

Lin Xingmo took out the ingredients, simmered a bowl of millet porridge, and put a pre-made sandwich into the microwave to heat. He crouched in front of the microwave, watching the rotating sandwich, but his mind was filled with the image of a boy’s dining table—hot soy milk and big, white buns.

I want to drink goat milk…

He thought this, and then blinked softly, his light-blue eyes appearing a bit more vivid than usual. Having something he “wanted” was a rare occurrence for Lin Xingmo.

He pursed his lips, got up to find his phone, and sent a message to Assistant Xiao.

As he returned, he caught sight of the sterilization cabinet. Recalling something, he opened the door and took out the bowl sitting at the very front. He walked out of his house and rang his neighbor’s doorbell.

A moment later, an elderly woman appeared behind the door. Seeing the young man standing outside, she wore a kind, gentle smile.

“Oh, it’s Xiao Lin. Good morning.”

Lin Xingmo: “Good morning. Thank you for the tangyuan.”

He handed the bowl back. The woman took it, saying cheerfully, “It was nothing, I’m glad you liked them.” She looked at the handsome young man before her—prettier than a girl—and noticed he seemed a bit different today. “Is Xiao Lin in a good mood today?” she asked with a smile.

Lin Xingmo blinked. Looking at the woman’s kind smile, he truly felt a sense of inner stability. He nodded. “Mm, it’s quite good.”

At least in that dream, he had experienced emotions like joy. His current state felt similar.

“That’s good. I hope you have such a good mood every day.” The woman smiled and went back inside.

By the time he returned home, the porridge and sandwich were ready. He ate slowly. Everything seemed the same as before, yet everything had changed.

“Mr. Lin, here are several commissions we’ve received recently. The collaboration details have been negotiated according to your previous habits. Please take a look.”

Around nine o’clock, Assistant Xiao came over to discuss work. Lin Xingmo took the documents and scanned them. Although his works were “too realistic”—a point for which his teachers had once criticized him—his paintings still had a solid market. As his fame grew after graduation, his value increased as well. Taking a few commissions a month was enough to maintain his lifestyle.

“Okay,” Lin Xingmo nodded. “Let’s start today.”

“Great. Do you want to livestream this time?” Assistant Xiao asked. He managed an account for Lin Xingmo and occasionally recorded and edited the painting process to post on social platforms. Because of Lin Xingmo’s hyper-realistic skills, many people tuned in to watch the “magic at work.” The followers and engagement were quite good, providing another source of income.

Previously, at Xiao’s suggestion, Lin Xingmo had done one livestream. Only his hands and the canvas were visible, and the response was excellent.

Lin Xingmo thought for a moment. “Okay.” To him, there was no difference. He didn’t need to interact with the audience; he just needed to do his own thing.

Assistant Xiao was delighted. Lin Xingmo’s income directly affected his end-of-month bonus, so he naturally wanted to develop more commercial channels.

In the studio, Xiao set up the tripod and adjusted the angle. Accompanied by soft, peaceful light music, the entire livestream style was gentle and clean. On the screen, one could only see a canvas, a bay window with soft light filtering in, and sheer curtains swaying in the wind. When Lin Xingmo took his seat, viewers saw a pair of slender, white hands that looked like works of art—a blessing for hand-lovers.

After a brief communication with Xiao, Lin Xingmo didn’t immediately start on the commercial commissions. He sat before the canvas, and the scenes from his “dream” filled his mind. He wanted to paint them.

The studio fell silent, leaving only the gentle background music and the light sound of the brush hitting the canvas. The account named “Ling Xing Mo” quietly started the stream. At first, there were few viewers, but the numbers gradually climbed. Although the streamer never acknowledged the audience, the style had an unexpectedly calm and healing beauty. Once viewers settled in, they found it exceptionally captivating.

Villa Study.

Xu Yi was also working. Due to his leg disability, he rarely went to the office now that his career was on track; he mostly worked from home. Even so, no one dared to underestimate or deceive him; his efficiency remained high.

Suddenly, a notification sounded. A “special follow” message popped up on his computer screen. Catching sight of that familiar ID, Xu Yi’s hand froze.

In the end, he couldn’t help but open the link. After a quick load, the livestream appeared on his screen. Those hands he had seen countless times—hands he knew intimately—were holding a brush and sketching on a canvas. They were steady as ever, peaceful and unruffled, seemingly untouched by the outside world.

Xu Yi pursed his lips tightly. The palm resting on the wheelchair armrest unconsciously curled into a fist.

However, the painting this time was somewhat puzzling. In the middle of the canvas was a rectangle filled with bright, gentle shades of blue and white—like a slice of the sky—with black lines resembling branches extending from one side.

Xu Yi watched silently. He watched those hands add more detail, making the painting more and more realistic. In the stream, more and more comments floated by; some praised, some marveled, and some sent many donations to get the streamer’s attention.

Xu Yi’s face was cold. By the time he realized what he was doing, he had already skillfully pressed the donation button. His account sat at the very top of the contributor list.

He stared at the screen in a daze, then suddenly reached out and swept everything off his desk with a violent motion. Things hit the floor with a loud crash.

The housekeeper and caregiver, Mother Chen, heard the commotion and pushed the door open. Seeing the scene, she wasn’t surprised. She silently stepped forward and bent down to clear the mess.

Xu Yi didn’t speak. He turned his wheelchair away, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, beginning to exhale clouds of smoke.

Mother Chen finished tidying up. Looking at him, she couldn’t help but sigh in her heart. Ever since Mr. Xu’s cat passed away, he had become increasingly irritable. In the past, whenever he was like this, Snowball would jump onto his lap and rub against his face, or sit on the bay window watching him expectantly, and all his anger would vanish. Now, he no longer smiled and had become increasingly intimidating.

She wondered if she should get him another cat. Of course, she only thought it. After finishing the tidying and ensuring no sharp objects were left out, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Xu Yi looked out the window. The weather was clear today, but he felt no warmth, only finding the light piercingly bright. After a long time, the man suddenly extinguished his cigarette. He gripped the wheelchair handles with both hands, supported his weight with his legs, and slowly stood up, eventually letting go of his hands.

At this moment, he looked like a healthy person. Then, he slowly moved his legs, taking a few steps within the study. Between steps, the dragging of his right leg was obvious. His limping gait was wretched.

After about ten minutes, sweat began to bead on his forehead. He gritted his teeth, but finally couldn’t hold out. Before he fell, he dragged over the nearby office chair. He collapsed into the chair, the wheels rolling and bringing him to a stop with a thud against the wall.

Xu Yi held the back of his head, panting for a long time before he looked up again. His face was filled with intense frustration and deep despondency.

The study slowly returned to silence, with only the soft piano music from the livestream and the sound of paint on canvas. Xu Yi gazed at the screen, looking at those beautiful hands—hands that looked like they had been kissed by God—and thinking of the figure who remained cold to him.

He was so perfect. In the end… he was not worthy.

As this thought surfaced, he endured the bleeding pain in his heart, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

“Lawyer Lu, please come over.”

Lin Xingmo painted all day. The livestream was very successful; he could tell by the way Assistant Xiao couldn’t stop smiling.

He didn’t pay it much mind and was about to eat when his brother, Lin Yueqian, called.

“Xiao Mo, I heard from your assistant you’ve been at Spruce Villa all day?”

“Mm.”

“It’s the Winter Solstice. Why aren’t you with Xu Yi?”

“Busy with work.”

“Uh…” Lin Yueqian was silent for a while but didn’t push. “Want to come eat with us? Your sister-in-law made lamb pot; it’s good for the winter.”

“I’m about to eat.”

“Then go ahead.”

Lin Yueqian was about to hang up when he suddenly heard the youth ask, “Brother, do you know what Xu Yi’s mother’s name is?”

“Xu Yi’s mother? I’m not sure. I think her surname is Du… why?”

Lin Xingmo paused, then shook his head. “Nothing.”

He had simply confirmed one thing.

The author says:

Today we have a pitiful CEO Xu—

I have to visit relatives for the New Year, so updates might not be perfectly on time. Sorry ORZ. It will get sweet later! This is a process of healing. Muah—