Chapter 136 Touching the kitten's paw, the topic will be easy to handle.

In late April, the temperature in Beijing was neither too high nor too low, just the right amount of comfortable.

The day of the selection competition was a bright and sunny day.

The curtains were drawn back, and the warm sunlight immediately rushed in, wafting out tiny particles floating in the air.

Cats often exhibit some of the sunflower-like habits.

Seeing the sunlight, it trotted over with its chubby little legs, turning its long fur into a golden halo.

Jiang Yingxu changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom. He saw the warm golden kitten on the ground by the window. His eyebrows relaxed slightly, and he slowly walked over, supporting himself on the handrail on the wall.

Shi Miao was lying lazily on her side, revealing her snow-white belly.

Seeing his movement, he jumped up and stopped him, saying, "Don't go! The doctor said it's best not to put any weight on yourself during the first month after an injury!"

Otherwise, it will affect callus formation and worsen the injury.

The cat raised its little paw and gestured in the air, as if to say, "You can jump like you did yesterday, but you can't walk."

Jiang Yingxu: "..."

When he went to the bathroom yesterday, he hopped in on one foot.

The core is stable, and it landed without shaking, which is quite respectable.

But if it's in front of the kitten.

Even though Jiang Yingxu, an eighteen-year-old boy, had been tempered by his past experiences of working in poverty and was no longer as thin-skinned and easily hurt as his peers, he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed in front of the person he liked.

To project the best, most composed and confident image.

Instead of the comical sight of hopping on one leg.

Jiang Yingxu paused, before he could speak.

The kitten trotted over, kicked over the single crutch placed against the wall, and, bracing itself with its head and four paws against the carpet, huffed and puffed as it pushed the heavy crutch over.

Then she stared at him with her bright cat eyes, urging him silently.

Jiang Yingxu's heart softened. He leaned against the wall, bent down, raised his crutch, and thanked her in a low voice with a sense of helplessness, "Thank you, Meow Meow."

The kitten puffed out its fluffy chest, and as it moved, the safety lock hanging around its neck reflected a shimmering golden halo.

I feel proud and honored.

You're welcome!

Cats are absolutely incredibly sweet and affectionate!

His phone vibrated; it was a message from Reid, telling Jiang Yingxu to get ready so he could come pick him up from downstairs soon.

Red has a spare room key card, so he can just swipe it in later.

Jiang Yingxu replied "okay," and then sat down at the foot of the bed.

Before he could pat the spot next to him, Shi Miao had already nimbly jumped up, stepped onto the fluffy blanket, and snuggled up to his legs.

Jiang Yingxu is about to head to the competition venue—

This is a place that was unfortunately missed in the original book.

Shi Miao looked up at Jiang Yingxu's cold and indifferent profile, feeling a soft spring bubbling in her heart.

She did it.

She escorted Jiang Yingxu to his battlefield.

When Jiang Yingxu reached out to touch her head, Shi Miao tilted her head and rubbed her head against his hand.

Then pat his thigh with the paw pad.

He commanded, "Lower your head."

Jiang Yingxu obediently bent down.

He felt the kitten flick out a few claws, hook onto the fabric in front of his chest, and use its hind paws to stand up.

Come closer.

It stamped his forehead with a kitten's paw.

The plump pads of flesh pressed intimately against the skin on their foreheads, transmitting each other's warmth, as if activating a stable and private anchor point that only the two of them were connected.

"Touch the kitten's paw, and all the questions will be easy to answer."

Then, propping its head up, it furryly pressed itself against Jiang Yingxu's face.

"Sticker a little cat head sticker and good luck will surround you every day."

After Shi Miao finished speaking in a mature and sophisticated manner, she looked at him and said seriously, "Jiang Yingxu, set off with the blessing of the Cat King."

Prepare to receive the glory that is rightfully yours.

Jiang Yingxu's eyes shone with warmth, and his lowered gaze held an almost devout focus.

"good."

"Thank you for your blessing, King Cat."

The Yan family's vehicles and bodyguards were already waiting at the hotel entrance.

Jiang Yingxu sat in a wheelchair and was pushed into the car by Reid.

He looked out the car window at the hotel's exterior, which was dazzlingly bright in the sunlight.

Even though I couldn't see the little cat's head peeking out the window, I felt a sense of peace.

He was protected by the Cat God.

The driver pressed the door switch, and the automatic door slowly closed.

Bang--

Ji Yongye was pulled off the car by Yan Xingrong. He staggered a few steps and hadn't even regained his balance when there was a loud slam of the car door being slammed shut behind him, making his eardrums hurt.

His mind was still blank, but his temper quickly flared up. He wanted to say something sarcastic, like, "He really does have the temper of a pampered young master, taking his anger out on others at the slightest provocation."

The next second.

Ji Yongye saw Ji Cailing standing a few steps away. Her eyes were red and she stared at him coldly, asking, "What did you do in the hospital room back then?"

She didn't explain it clearly.

Over the years, Ji's parents have been in poor health due to overworking in their youth, and have been hospitalized several times.

This time, Ji Yongye was summoned back to Beijing from his trip in another province, also under the pretext of his father's illness.

However, upon hearing these words, the lingering drunkenness on Ji Yongye's face immediately vanished, his complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, his lips moved slightly, and a faint breath escaped his throat.

His legs buckled, and if Yan Xingrong hadn't been holding him tightly by the collar, he probably would have knelt down.

"Sis, sis, please let me explain, I didn't mean to..."

Ji Yongye's reaction was an admission of guilt.

Ji Cailing choked up, her voice trembling, and the last few words were almost shouted out with all her might.

"Tell me, explain yourself clearly what you did!"

Yan Xingrong still held a sliver of hope.

What if?

What if Ji Yongye wasn't so utterly depraved? What if Lao He misremembered some details? What if Yan Shuli really was his son?

You can see Ji Yongye's flustered and guilty expression.

The truth is obvious.

As if struck by a blow to the head, Yan Xingrong loosened his grip, causing the unsuspecting Ji Yongye to fall heavily to the ground.

Ji Yongye ignored the pain in his knees and kept saying, with a pale face, "Listen to my explanation." But when Ji Cailing actually asked him to speak, he couldn't utter a single word.

Ji Cailing wiped away the cold tears on her face.

"If you won't tell me, then let's just call the police."

Ji Yongye: "No way!"

How could you call the police? He's Ji Cailing's only brother.

Ji Yongye looked at Ji Cailing in a panic. This sister, who was usually gentle and good-natured and would soften up after a few sweet words, saw cold hatred on her face.

It started yesterday when I received the message from Yan Xingtai.

It all started when I received the report submitted to the student aid foundation, which documented Jiang Yingxu's past life.

It all started when I saw that he shared the same birth hospital, date of birth, and blood type as Yan Shuli.

Ji Cailing's heart felt like it was being baked on both sides in a frying pan, every second was an unspeakable torment.

She didn't sleep all night, sitting on the balcony, gently stroking the one-inch ID photo on the report with her fingertips.

The boy looked directly into the camera; his bone structure was excellent, and his eyebrows and eyes were similar to those of the Yan family—cold and sharp.

Yan Xingrong draped a coat over her shoulders, squatted down beside the chair, and gently took her cold hand in his.

Ji Cailing suddenly came to her senses, looked at him, and tears welled up in her eyes as she blinked.

The couple dared not make any rash moves.

They dared not call Yan Shuli, who was studying at Peking University, back to do a paternity test.

Not daring to disturb Jiang Yingxu, who was going to participate in the selection competition the next day.

He could only sit there anxiously and helplessly all night, waiting for Ji Yongye to return and for him to reveal the definite truth—

"Yes, I did it."

Ji Yongye's lips trembled, but he finally admitted it.

"I was just momentarily blinded by greed..."