Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail [Quick Transmigration]
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“Did you do this?”
A shadow full of danger and pressure loomed over the little kitten.
Ruan Yao trembled, his blue eyes looking innocent and naive. “Meow~”
The man grabbed the back of Ruan Yao’s neck, his suspicious gaze seeming to pierce straight into his soul.
“You’re the one from my dreams too, aren’t you?”
His voice, deep and smooth like fine wine, echoed in the kitten’s sensitive ears. His ears twitched, but he only looked up at the man with a pure and clueless expression.
What are you talking about? I don’t understand.
Luckily, he was just a kitten right now, so he didn’t have to worry about accidentally exposing himself by saying the wrong thing.
As long as he kept up the act of being a dumb little cat, everything would be fine.
Suspended in midair, Ruan Yao felt extremely guilty. He waved his tiny paws in the air in an attempt to appease the man, letting out a soft, sweet cry—so sweet it almost felt like it could turn into sugar strands.
Shang Chi lived on the 18th floor, in the most secure residential complex in the city. Normally, it would be impossible for a thief to break in, and even if one did, no thief would only steal a blanket.
A kitten that wasn’t even as tall as a man’s knee managing to throw out an entire bed’s worth of blankets without leaving a trace? Completely illogical.
Unless… the kitten was something else.
The man’s gaze grew even more peculiar.
Everyone always said that supernatural creatures shouldn’t exist after the founding of the country, but who knew how old this seemingly one-year-old kitten really was?
Still, no matter the age, judging from how clueless he looked, he was probably still in the juvenile stage of his kind.
“Well, with how dumb you are, there’s no way you’d know to throw away a blanket.”
Ruan Yao’s mind was filled with furious symbols. How dare this shameless man insult me just because I can’t talk!
Unbelievable!
The man rubbed his fluffy little head, completely unbothered by the fact that he was deceiving a clueless little beauty.
“Be good. Daddy suffered a big loss today and isn’t in a good mood. No cat food for you.”
How could he let a kitten go hungry?!
Ruan Yao’s blue eyes glared at the man in protest, every single strand of fur on his body standing on end.
“Meow!”
How cold-hearted! He’s really just going to watch a poor little kitten starve?!
Also, didn’t I say I’m the one who should be your daddy?!
A sudden surge of competitiveness flared up in his heart.
Shang Chi’s usually straight lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. He set the kitten down on the floor and gave his soft little backside a pat.
“Go play on your own. Daddy’s going to eat now.”
The man seemed to be talking to himself, his tone carrying a hint of regret.
“I was planning to make fried chicken breast tonight, but I guess it’s better if I just eat it myself.”
He crossed his arms and looked at the stiff little cat with a mischievous expression. “A kitten like you has such a weak stomach. You should just stick to cat food, it’s cheaper anyway.”
Unable to resist, Shang Chi scooped up the little cat he had just let go, lifting his tiny paws and teasingly questioning him "Are you a cheap little cat?"
Guna! You damn man, you're the cheap one.
Having lost his dinner, Ruan Yao was in a foul mood. He bared his two tiny, sharp canine teeth at the man.
"Ah!"
He wanted to let out a threatening hiss, but before he could, a finger was suddenly shoved into his mouth, catching him completely off guard. His fierce voice turned into a startled squeak.
The little cat froze.
He didn’t actually want to bite down. If he did, he'd probably be done for before even completing his mission.
The man noticed the little cat’s dazed and panicked expression. The kitten’s small tongue tentatively licked his finger, ears flattened in fear.
He hadn’t planned this, but when he saw the little cat open his soft, rosy mouth, he instinctively wanted to see his flustered reaction.
Shang Chi realized that this little cat was really timid and not too bright, delicate and foolish.
He wondered if someone had tricked him before, making him so naive that he would even expose his belly for anyone to pet.
That strange, inexplicable jealousy in Shang Chi’s heart flared up again.
Today, Zhao Lin’s words kept echoing in his mind. As a psychiatrist, Shang Chi was well aware that the casual teasing in Zhao Lin’s voice concealed a jealousy even he himself hadn’t noticed.
Zhao Lin was jealous of Shang Chi.
"That boy looks completely devoted to you. He even plays along with cosplay."
"White hair, blue eyes—he’s very pretty."
"How far have you two gone?"
"Where did you throw him away?" Shang Chi murmured, his lips brushing against the kitten’s soft ears as he asked.
The pink triangular ears twitched. The little cat let out a reluctant whimper, afraid that the man might do something reckless.
Resigned, he stepped forward on his tiny pink paws, leading the man to witness the scene of his 'corpse disposal'
In the emergency exits of the apartment building, there were designated recycling bins on each floor. At the time, Ruan Yao hadn’t had a chance to wash the blanket, so he had simply bunched it up and thrown it away in one go.
It was unlikely that a little cat could have pulled off such a feat, but Dr. Shang had an uncanny sixth sense, almost abnormal in its accuracy.
For the sake of his secret fantasies and unspoken desires, he had no hesitation in abandoning the materialistic beliefs he had upheld for years.
In less than a minute, Shang Chi fully accepted the reality that his little cat might actually be a spirit creature. And without a second thought, he decided to keep this foolish, gullible little monster tethered firmly to his side.
The little cat had no idea he had already been exposed. He let out two innocent meows, insisting that a thief was responsible, looking both indignant and completely blameless.
The discarded blanket was, of course, no longer usable, but Shang Chi wanted to know exactly what the little cat had done on his bed.
Ruan Yao, with his tail tucked between his legs, watched nervously as the man picked up the blanket he had completely ruined, his face filled with curiosity.
A faint yet distinct scent slowly seeped into Shang Chi’s nose.
He knew this intoxicating, almost soul-stealing fragrance all too well—it had haunted the intimate and hazy dreams he’d had before.
The dark gray fabric was covered in chaotic scratch marks, left behind in a moment of unbearable heat.
Several damp spots still hadn’t dried, evidence of Ruan Yao’s desperate struggle, biting down with his sharp little teeth to endure the overwhelming fever coursing through his body.
It wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened to that blanket just moments ago.
Flashes of a smooth, jade-like body raced through Shang Chi’s mind—bare, exposed, flushed with an intoxicating pink hue due to the heat, skin so hot it felt like it would melt in his palm.
Even the lightest touch of his fingertips against that sweat-drenched, snowy-white skin could ignite a fire hot enough to burn through him.
The little cat, feeling incredibly guilty, trembled as he used his big fluffy tail to cover his eyes.
The man narrowed his eyes meaningfully, lifting the small feline and locking eyes with his innocent blue ones. “In heat?”
The little cat didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to dig a hole and disappear.
Thankfully, he was still in his cat form, and his thick fur hid the way his face was burning red.
Shang Chi felt it was necessary to make this little troublemaker, who only dared to show up in his dreams, reveal his true form.
The thought of someone else seeing Ruan Yao’s human appearance in real life before him made even the usually indifferent Shang Chi clench his jaw in frustration.
Disobedient little cats always needed to be taught a lesson.
Shang Chi made a call to have a new set of bedding delivered and ordered the 'crime scene' to be cleaned up.
Using the excuse of 'not wanting the little one to be stolen' he conveniently carried both the cat and his nest straight into his bedroom.
Lying in his cat bed, Ruan Yao peeked through his paws and secretly watched Dr. Shang undress.
The man had an incredible physique: lean when clothed, but strong and well-built underneath.
His muscles were smooth and defined, and under the warm yellow light, his normally pale skin seemed to glisten as if coated in a layer of golden, honeyed syrup.
Ruan Yao swallowed audibly.
It definitely wasn’t because he was drooling over the body. He just suddenly had a craving for honey-glazed roast chicken.
For some reason, Shang Chi’s movements tonight were unusually slow, as if someone had pressed the slow-motion button.
Every movement was elegant and deliberate, showcasing his broad shoulders and trim waist from every possible angle right in front of the little cat.
The loosely tied sash of his dark blue silk pajamas hung casually around his waist, exposing a broad, muscular chest and a set of abs that could easily belong in a fitness ad.
Ruan Yao’s tail swayed as his eyes sparkled with interest. He made a mental note: once he completed his mission and got his reward, he was going to eat enough roast chicken from the shop downstairs to drive them out of business.
“But… is this really the kind of body a protagonist shou is supposed to have? He looks like he could kill me with one punch” It didn’t quite match his aloof, untouchable persona either!
The system responded “Your perspective is too narrow. This is the trend now—it’s called a ‘strong vs. strong’ dynamic, evenly matched in every way.”
Ruan Yao was suddenly enlightened. “I see.”
At night, after watching the handsome man take off his shirt and go to sleep, Ruan Yao had a bizarre nightmare.
A poor little cat, unable to pay for a blanket, was heartlessly sold by Shang Chi to the owner of a cat café.
The owner was a heavily made-up, plump woman who let out eerie cackles every time she spoke. As she puffed on her silver pipe, she fastened a pink lace bow collar around Ruan Yao’s neck.
Too weak to resist, the little cat raised its paws and meowed pitifully as it was sent into a room filled with muscular men.
Their faces were blurred into a mosaic, but their sculpted abs surrounded the frail, sold-off kitten.
Strange chuckles echoed in the room as the cat’s cries for help were swallowed by the chaos.
Soon, pink lace and scattered bows littered the floor.
The scene had already reached a level that would be banned by any broadcasting authority.
The most terrifying part? Ruan Yao realized he was only worth five little dried fish per feeding, not even enough to buy a single cat treat.
Worst of all, the small amount he managed to earn was taken by Shang Chi and the café owner!
Damn humans.
Ruan Yao woke up teary-eyed, only to find himself lying in the man’s bed.
Shang Chi seemed to be asleep, one arm lazily wrapped around the fluffy little plush cat in his embrace.
Ruan Yao twitched his ears and carefully observed him. The man’s breathing was steady—he wouldn’t wake up easily.
Raising a paw, Ruan Yao slapped the man’s face with a huff.
Stupid human, how dare you sell me?
After being frightened awake by his nightmare, Ruan Yao lay on the man’s chest for a while, deciding that he needed to teach him a lesson.
The fluffy kitten stretched out on Shang Chi’s firm chest, then closed his eyes, ready to invade the man’s dream again.
But this time, something was different. No matter how hard Ruan Yao searched, he couldn’t find Shang Chi in the dream world. The surroundings were engulfed in mist, and the man’s presence was nowhere to be seen.
Tilting his head in confusion, Ruan Yao pondered for a moment before attempting again.
Just then, the arm wrapped around him suddenly tightened. The man slowly opened his eyes and locked gazes with the scheming little cat.
“Not pretending anymore?”
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