A Aloof Beauty Becomes a Tiny Kitten / Transmigrated as the Disabled Tycoon’s Tiny Kitten - Chapter 3

At least now, he doesn’t have to worry about cat hair allergies.

Lin Xingmo crouched on the edge of a roadside flowerbed, twitching his ears slightly as he looked down at his shadow on the ground, thinking silently to himself.

He had found a hole in the wall and escaped from that small garden.

People were coming and going on the street. As rush hour approached, the crowd grew thicker. To avoid being stepped on, he had eventually chosen to leap into this flowerbed and hide within the greenery.

The leaves of the evergreen shrubs were wilted, but the dense branches managed to block the biting wind. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bushes, casting a few patches of warmth onto his body.

The little white cat curled into a ball. His fur, once soaked by the pond water, gradually dried in the sun, making him look fluffy and exceptionally adorable.

Lin Xingmo didn’t feel “adorable.” He only knew that staying here wasn’t a long-term solution.

The sky was gradually darkening. Once night fell and the temperature dropped, it would only get colder. If he couldn’t find a warm place to hide, his frail body likely wouldn’t survive the night.

At this thought, the image of the young boy who looked exactly like Xu Yi surfaced in his mind. A strange feeling rose in Lin Xingmo’s heart—something akin to the thought: If I had known, I would have just gone home with him for the time being.

His chest felt a tiny bit heavy.

Lin Xingmo tilted his head. Could this be regret? Fortunately, the sensation was very faint; if he didn’t focus on it, it was easily ignored.

He composed his thoughts and considered his next move. Clearly, through some mysterious power, he had indeed become a cat. Setting aside whether he could change back, the first priority was to confirm: what had happened to his original body? Was it dead, or… had he swapped bodies with a cat?

Lin Xingmo looked up at a shop sign in the distance. It read: “Chengguan Roasted Chicken.”

Chengguan was located in Jiancheng City. This was quite far from the first-tier city he lived in—Xinghai City. He wasn’t sure of the exact distance, but it would take at least three hours by plane.

Obviously, this wasn’t a distance he could travel on foot. He was currently a weak kitten; simply escaping the garden had exhausted most of his strength. So, how was he supposed to cross such a vast distance, return to Xinghai, and find his own body?

Lin Xingmo realized the gravity of his situation. However, he wasn’t discouraged. For someone like him, the only advantage was that when faced with difficulties, he wasn’t bothered by emotions.

He turned back to the road and began to observe silently.

The number of pedestrians increased. People walked past him, and none of them would ever guess that the little white cat staring at them from the flowerbed housed a human soul.

Soon, Lin Xingmo found a target. Not far from the flowerbed was a general store, separated from the roasted chicken shop by a few storefronts. To drum up business, the owner had placed several cardboard boxes in front of the shop, filled with a dazzling array of goods to catch the eyes of passersby.

The owner of the general store was an elderly man with white hair and a hunched back; he moved quite slowly. At that moment, he was looking up at a shelf, searching for something for a customer.

Lin Xingmo made a snap decision. He leaped from the flowerbed and sprinted toward the shop through the orange glow of the sunset. His white silhouette darted through the crowd, zigzagging between countless feet that could have ended his life.

In his perception, this short distance felt incredibly long. For a newborn kitten, it truly was a journey. He ran with all his might. By the time he successfully neared the store and hid behind a cardboard box, he was panting heavily.

This body is far too weak…

Fortunately, because of his small size, neither the owner nor the customers noticed him. Lin Xingmo steadied his breathing, carefully surveyed the area, and then squeezed through a gap between the boxes.

This was the benefit of being small and thin. He managed to fit through a gap that wasn’t even three fingers wide. However, just as he successfully navigated the boxes and reached the iron tracks of the rolling shutter door, ready to duck under a shelf, a feeling of being watched made him freeze.

He shifted his gaze and locked eyes with a pair of orbs in a dark corner. Those eyes glowed faintly in the shadows.

“Meow-wuh—”

Accompanying a warning growl, the brownish-yellow vertical pupils fixed on him narrowed into slits, exuding a cold, hostile aura.

“Uh…” Lin Xingmo reacted quickly, instinctively shrinking back and flattening his body to hide in the gap between the boxes. He hadn’t expected this place to already have an owner.

This was the first time since becoming a cat that he had heard another cat’s cry. And then he realized… he couldn’t understand it.

After he retreated, the other side made no move. Lin Xingmo stayed put. Just as he pricked up his ears to listen for the other cat’s movements, the shop owner finished his business and called out softly, “Niuniu, come eat!”

He was answered by a lazy meow—completely different from the fierce growl from moments ago.

“Meow-wuh—” This sound was gentle and soft, carrying a hint of acting spoiled.

Tap—tap—

Lin Xingmo’s ears twitched. A very faint sound of footsteps entered his ears. He looked up to see a massive creature walking past him with an air of composure. Under the shop’s lights, a thick-bodied, long-haired orange cat walked toward its master.

Lin Xingmo waited for a moment before cautiously poking his head out. All he could see was a wiggling, fluffy butt and a large tail swaying back and forth.

The danger had temporarily passed. His tensed nerves relaxed slightly, but he didn’t dare enter the orange cat’s territory again. The shop owner placed a bowl at his feet, and the orange cat crouched before him, eating its cat food while making protective growling noises.

The old man laughed heartily. He stroked the cat’s head and said, “Eat slowly, eat slowly. No one is going to take it from you.”

Under the dim lights of the shop, the scene looked exceptionally heartwarming—which only served to make the shivering kitten hiding in the boxes look even more pitiful.

Lin Xingmo’s nose twitched; he could smell the fragrance of food. The sensation of hunger grew more intense. Usually, he rarely ate on time; eating was merely a necessity for survival. This was the first time he had ever craved food so desperately.

His limbs, which had just sprinted so hard, trembled slightly from weakness and the cold. Lin Xingmo shook his head vigorously and decided to take a gamble.

However, he didn’t get his wish. As he stood up to run into the store, the orange cat—who had finished eating at some unknown point—suddenly lunged at him.

Driven by instinct, Lin Xingmo turned and fled. After a frantic chase, he finally managed to shake off the big orange cat—not because he was fast, but because the cat had been intercepted by the neighbor’s large yellow dog.

Watching the cat and dog duke it out in the street without regard for anyone else, Lin Xingmo felt the sheer cruelty of the world. He eventually had no choice but to retreat to the flowerbed. He scratched together some dried leaves and buried his small body beneath them to sap a tiny bit of warmth. As for the hunger, there was nothing he could do for now.

He didn’t even know what cats could eat besides fish…

Once night fell, the temperature plummeted as expected. Lin Xingmo curled into a ball, his consciousness gradually blurring. Before he lost awareness completely, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would survive the night to see the next day’s sun…

Sunlight hit his face. The piercing light caused Lin Xingmo to wake slowly from his slumber. He frowned and struggled to open his eyes. He had been thinking that he surprisingly hadn’t frozen to death, but the sight before him left him stunned.

He raised a “paw” and saw a fair, clean human hand. His slender white fingers moved slightly. Upon confirming that this was indeed his own pa—no, his own hand—Lin Xingmo scrambled to sit up.

His surroundings were his familiar art studio. He was sitting on a soft sofa. He picked up the blanket that had slipped off his body and sniffed it; it was clean and fresh, carrying the familiar scent of his laundry detergent.

He was back?

Lin Xingmo was a bit dazed. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it didn’t show the date, so he quickly grabbed his phone from the table. He checked the chat history. The message from his sister-in-law was from “yesterday.”

Lin Xingmo reached up to scratch his head and felt a searing hot forehead. The temperature was clearly above normal.

So… after he came back from Xu Yi’s place last night, he had developed a fever and had a nightmare? When exactly had he fallen asleep?

Lin Xingmo rubbed his temples, unable to remember clearly, but the memories of being a cat were vivid. He shook his head, wrapped the blanket around himself, and walked groggily into the kitchen to heat a cup of milk.

Wait, can you drink milk when you have a fever? He searched on his phone, and after finding that it was fine, he swallowed his fever medication with the milk. He then pulled eggs and bacon from the fridge. But after frying them and setting them on the table, he found he had no appetite at all.

The young man pursed his lips. His habitually calm blue eyes showed a rare ripple of emotion. The dream from last night was still fresh in his mind; that feeling of being cold and hungry was so distinct. He looked at the cooling bacon and eggs, eventually picked up the utensils, and mechanically forced the food into his stomach.

After the meal, he hugged a cushion and sat on the sofa, staring into space. Under the influence of the medicine, his head felt dizzy and his thoughts were slow. He was very sleepy, but he forced himself to stay awake, terrified that if he fell asleep, he would turn back into that cat suffering from cold and hunger in the winter night.

Until…

Ding-dong— The doorbell rang.

Immediately after, his phone rang as well. “Sir, you have a delivery. Please come out to sign for it.”

A delivery? Had he bought something recently?

Lin Xingmo quickly remembered. Xu Yi had said yesterday that he would send the divorce papers.