"Oh my god, did you call the police? Did you check the surveillance footage? Was it a car accident or was someone abusing the cat?" The girl looked at Wen Zheng accusingly, her voice laced with reproach: "How come you don't know anything? Don't you have any sense of responsibility?"
Wen Zheng: "..."
Not satisfied with that, she pressed her face against the side of the incubator, opened the lid, and reached out to touch it.
"Poor little thing, really... oh my!"
The cat's claw, swift as lightning, left two auspicious red marks on the girl, startling her so much that she screamed, "Oh no! It scratched me!"
The cat's nails hadn't been trimmed, and the scratch drew blood. The girl turned to Wen Zheng, about to whine, but Wen Zheng closed the lid and his expression softened slightly: "It's finally awake."
Girl: "?"
"It's so big it can scratch people."
Girl: "…………"
"Are you crazy?!" the girl cursed with tears in her eyes, grabbing her bag and running away before Wen Zheng could react, her back view showing both anxiety and grievance.
No, I'm not sick.
Wen Zheng quickly turned his head and stared at the awakened cat.
That claw strike was swift and precise, but after it landed, the cat lay back down with its eyes closed.
You wouldn't even notice it's awake unless you're paying close attention.
Wen Zheng checked the readings on the incubator and confirmed that the baby had indeed woken up.
Hmm, I can finally feed them the fish soup.
Wen Zheng took out his phone and sent the girl a 500 yuan red envelope with the note "medical expenses." After thinking for a moment, he added an apology.
Then he put his phone on silent, ignoring the endless barrage of interrogations from his master. After quickly paying the bill and returning home, he began to unpack the premium fish soup he had bought the day before.
The fish soup had a toothpaste-like consistency. Wen Zheng rummaged through the dusty kitchen and found a plate, squeezed out a little, and put the plate back into the insulated box, right next to the black cat's mouth.
I've heard that all cats love to eat this, and that the smell can even give them a final burst of energy!
However, the black cat remained motionless, showing no sign of turning back.
Wen Zheng's face darkened.
Screw Clara's endorsement.
It cost me eighty-five yuan.
The phone kept vibrating. Wen Zheng glanced at it irritably and realized it wasn't his master calling, but Deng Puyue, so he answered.
"My dear Zheng! What's wrong? Can't you give that cat away?"
Deng Puyue is a streamer who works day and night and is very professional. Yesterday, she played games until early morning and then slept until late afternoon, perfectly missing Wen Zheng's Weibo post about showing off his cat.
Wen Zheng didn't go on Weibo after that, so he didn't know how the story had spread, but one thing he was sure of was: "Even if we can't send it out, we have to send it out."
Deng Puyue chuckled, fully understanding his brother's stubbornness and soft heart, and ignored his question, continuing, "How's the cat? Is its injury better? Can it move?"
"...He's awake, but he won't move or eat." Wen Zheng said, his voice trembling with disbelief, "I even listened to the hospital and bought some fish soup."
Am I going crazy?!
"The anesthesia must have worn off. Is it in too much pain? But the kitten needs to eat something, otherwise the wound won't heal easily. Don't worry, Brother Zheng, do you have a syringe? Squeeze some fish soup in and feed it to it."
Deng Puyue's family also has cats, and they know much more than Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng felt a little relieved upon hearing this, took his keys and went out to buy syringes. On the way, his master made several more phone calls, which he finally answered.
"Master."
"You still know how to call me?" The normally gentle male voice was now filled with anger: "Did you even listen to what I said?"
Wen Zheng remained silent, casually picked out a few syringes, and seeing that there was a discount for purchases over a certain amount, also took a box of band-aids.
After talking for a while, He Wenzheng remained silent, and finally sighed deeply.
"I regret it."
"It's all my fault for raising you like this."
"Your parents entrusted you to me back then, and it was my fault for not doing a good job..."
"I wish I could do it all over again."
A surge of violent anger rose within him. Wen Zheng almost gritted his teeth as he swallowed the taste of blood from his throat.
After a long pause, amidst the sounds of their breathing, Wen Zhengxian conceded defeat.
"Okay." He said, "I have something to do, Master, I'll hang up now."
Wen Zheng pushed open the door, exhausted.
Despite his terrible mood, he carefully lifted the cat out of the box and placed it on the sofa, which had just been covered with a soft cushion.
The black cat was picked up by Wen Zheng, its eyes half-open, its gaze sharp as a dagger. Its paws were wrapped in bandages, limp and unable to exert any strength, and it was laid down horizontally.
Wen Zheng squeezed out a syringe full of fish soup and reached out to pinch the cat's chin.
The cat tilted its head and slid to one side.
"?" Wen Zheng was stunned for a moment, then reached out to pinch the cat's chin again, only to have it slip away.
Wen Zheng was so angry he almost laughed. Realizing that this cat was really not to be trifled with, he used his left elbow to pin its head down and his right hand to roughly shove a syringe into the cat's mouth.
...Can't open it!
Wen Zheng's face darkened completely. He threw the syringe aside and tried to pry open the cat's mouth with both hands.
The cat, with some unknown strength, suddenly brandished its claws and slashed Wen Zheng, who recoiled in pain, revealing four deep bloody scratches on his arm.
"..."
Even with its broken claw, it can still scratch people quite well; its nails are hard and sharp, like some kind of military equipment.
Wen Zheng took a deep breath and corrected his attitude.
No, how could I not even be able to handle a cat!?
Enraged, Wen Zheng lifted his leg and pinned the cat down on the sofa, using both hands to pry its mouth open. The cat, in excruciating pain, shook its head violently, its gums clenched tightly despite the pulling pain, until it could no longer resist. Finally, it opened its mouth and growled, biting Wen Zheng hard in the jaws!
The black cat was very large, and its teeth were naturally quite big. The blood hole went right through it, almost tearing off a piece of Wen Zheng's flesh. Blood was splattered all over the cushion and the ground.
Hearing that Zheng was injured, the string in his mind suddenly snapped, and he became even more ruthless.
The cat growled in a low voice as it used its broken claws to hook Wen Zheng's arm. The two of them were really enraged, and by the time the syringe of fish soup was fed to them, the whole room was a mess.
The phone kept ringing, and Wen Zheng snapped out of his daze to find himself standing breathlessly in the middle of the room.
His arm was a mess; it looked like it had been hit by a bomb, with some artery probably ruptured, and the blood was flowing like a murder scene.
The cat wasn't in much better shape. Although it managed to squeeze into the fish soup, the bandage at the broken paw was soaked with blood, and only its ears could twitch reflexively.
"Hmm." Wen Zheng tied his arm with a shoelace while answering the phone. Deng Puyue shouted, "Brother Zheng, how's the feeding going? Do you want to video chat so I can give you some pointers?"
"No need." Wen Zheng closed his eyes. "Come over when you have time. I'm killing a cat."
"…………???"
Fifteen minutes later, Deng Puyue, with a heart rate of 180 beats per minute, burst into his brother Zheng's house.
Pushing open the door, a strong smell of blood hit me.
Deng Puyue had never seen anything like this before. He was so scared that he wet himself and let out a scream that made people think his brother Zheng was about to die.
"My dear Zheng-ge! Ahhhhhh—Let's go, let's go to the hospital quickly—"
This isn't killing a cat, my dear Zheng, you're killing yourself!!
Fearing that Wen Zheng might do something rash, he didn't dare mention the word "cat" at all, and dragged him out of the house.
After a while, he returned, cautiously approached the big black cat, and examined its paws.
Although the wounds had reopened, none were serious. Seeing that Wen Zheng's blood was still stuck to the cat's whiskers, Deng Puyue said with mixed feelings, "My ancestor... you really dare to do that..."
Since no further repairs were needed, Deng Puyue left after the inspection.
The door slammed shut, the overhead light automatically turned off, and a silvery nightlight replaced it, adding a touch of cool romance to the room.
After waiting a while longer, until the footsteps faded into the distance, Bei Sining opened her eyes.
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth; it tasted slightly sweet.
That should be fine, he thought casually. After biting this human like this, he should at least throw him away.
He was exhausted and in pain, and he didn't want to live anymore.
Let him die.
The person picked him up very reluctantly, and when they threw him away, they were relieved.
The galaxy-like light spots on the ceiling flowed slowly, and Bei Sining unknowingly fell asleep.
A slight vibration woke him up; it was footsteps, still quite far away. He twitched his ears, sensing that there was only one person there.
A moment later, the door clicked open.
"It is now 10:08 PM. For your health, please..."
He slammed his fist against the wall—a habit of the young man in black. Bei Sining subconsciously raised her head slightly, her eyes half-open.
It was indeed him, the man named Wen Zheng.
His hand injury had been treated and was wrapped in thick bandages. His white shirt was torn from the cuff and loosely secured to his elbow, looking slightly disheveled. He was carrying a bag in his uninjured hand.
As Jian Wenzheng drew closer, Bei Sining closed her eyes and tensed her body.
“…I’m an idiot,” he muttered. “You’re the ancestor of idiots.”
Bei Sining: "..."
His bare feet stomped on the floor, making a dull, not-quite-crisp sound. Wen Zheng carried the bag toward the kitchen, and soon the distinctive aroma of cooking wafted from there, along with the clatter of knives on the cutting board and the warm clatter of pots and pans.
The black cat sniffed.
In the kitchen, Wen Zheng was struggling to knead the minced chicken into balls.
He can cook, but he's too lazy to cook for himself, and the kitchen has been abandoned for a long time. But it still has everything he needs.
The screen in front of the refrigerator displays cat food recipes, which he glances at every now and then, and scoops out the chicken meatballs that have been cooked in the pot.