Chapter 175 I'll take you home.

Jiang Yingxu slowed down the car while glancing in that direction.

It's just that the distance is too far.

The rain blurred the night, and the driveway leading to the building entrance was decorated with carefully designed gardens and greenery, which partially obstructed the view.

It's impossible to see clearly.

The tiny, fuzzy figure was like a fleeting illusion, disappearing completely from my retina.

Jiang Yingxu thought of the message that the students from the cat association had sent him that afternoon.

I didn't see the kitten today. I took a can of food to its usual spot several times, but it wasn't there. I don't know where it went to play.

The opened can of food was shared with the other stray cats.

I'll try again tomorrow.

Kittens are naturally playful.

This has happened before.

The cat association students couldn't find her until the second or third day when they saw her emerge from the bushes, shake off her ruffled fur, and bury her head in her canned food.

Peking University is not far from the Yan Group, but it is not close either.

Traffic is heavy, crowds throng, and tall buildings stand tall.

How could a kitten possibly run such a long distance, and how could it possibly find this place so precisely?

All the calm and rational analyses were telling Jiang Yingxu that this was absolutely impossible.

But the next second, he slammed on the brakes without hesitation, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and opened the car door.

It's very windy and rainy tonight.

As soon as I opened the door, a torrential downpour began, the cold rain pelting down and pattering against my suit jacket, leaving a damp, dark stain.

Jiang Yingxu ignored him and strode towards the door.

Inside the glass door, the security guard on duty squinted and scrutinized the approaching figure for a while.

It wasn't until Jiang Yingxu stepped into the sunlight that he recognized him. He quickly grabbed an umbrella from the side and came to greet him, "Manager Jiang, did you come back in a hurry? Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Jiang Yingxu didn't pay attention for a moment.

He was soaking wet, and his gaze fell on the corner next to the gate pillar, which was partially covered by an awning.

The black, orange, and white kitten was curled up tightly, its eyes closed as if taking a nap.

The security guard followed his gaze and asked, "Manager Jiang, do you recognize this cat?"

"I don't know where they came from, they've been loitering around this doorway all afternoon!"

"Several people have gone to feed it, and it eats the food, but it won't let you touch or scratch it. It's very clever... Manager Jiang, please be careful! This cat isn't friendly, be careful not to get scratched."

Jiang Yingxu walked over and knelt down to approach.

The kitten twitched its ear tips and its pink nose twitched, as if it had caught a familiar scent while it was still sleepy, and suddenly opened its eyes.

She has bipolar, clear, thin green irises, imbued with the scent of early spring.

She looked up at him with her little face upturned, still a bit dazed, and subconsciously gave him a soft meow.

Jiang Yingxu reached out his hand to her for the first time.

With a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his fingers, he slowed his movements and gently touched her little head.

The long hair, which was usually kept clean, was now damp with moisture and felt a little wet to the touch.

Jiang Yingxu remembers that this kitten liked to sunbathe and didn't like damp places.

The act of bowing her head caused a large, plump water droplet to finally condense at the end of her wet hair. It wobbled and then, with a soft thud, landed on her high, straight nose.

It was cold.

It is the complete opposite of the warm touch of fingertips.

Jiang Yingxu paused, his voice inexplicably hoarse and slurred, and called her softly, "Meow?"

The kitten tilted its head and rubbed its head firmly against his finger.

She seemed to finally realize what was happening, her eyes reflecting the lobby lights, as if a layer of moisture had settled in the depths of her eyes.

A rapid, short whimpering sound came from its throat, as if asking—

Where did you go? I can't find you.

Do you know how hard it was for me to find you all this way?

Do you know how long I've waited for you?

Jiang Yingxu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as a surge of unfamiliar emotions overwhelmed his heart, so sudden that it caused a tight, dull pain in his chest.

He was bewildered and at a loss.

How could there be such a kitten?

She only helped him catch a small fish, and she came running to him without hesitation.

It's embarrassing to say.

This was the first time in all these years that Jiang Yingxu had been chosen with such unwavering resolve.

He lowered his long eyelashes, which were damp with raindrops, carefully picked up the cat, opened his suit jacket, and tucked her into his arms.

The coat carried the warmth of Jiang Yingxu's body.

The kitten shifted, unceremoniously adjusting to a comfortable position, and pressed its wet, cool pink nose against his neck.

Jiang Yingxu touched her little head that was peeking out with his chin.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"I'll take you home."

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When Jiang Yingxu got into the car, he sent a message to his assistant, along with a money transfer.

When he arrived home carrying the curiously peering kitten, his assistant was already waiting at the door with a full load of hastily purchased cat supplies.

"Manager Jiang, this is cat food, canned cat food, cat litter, a litter box, and pet wipes..."

As the assistant introduced the items he had purchased, he secretly glanced at the kitten nestled in his arms.

The long hair got wet from the moisture and I didn't have time to groom it.

It looks a little hasty.

But when she looked over, her round cat-like eyes, with their own alluring eyeliner, revealed her small, pretty, and lively face.

After the assistant finished explaining, she couldn't help but ask, "Is this the cat you just picked up?"

Good heavens, are all these long-haired calicos out on the streets?

Jiang Yingxu was too slow and missed.

He said that when he delivered documents to Jiang Yingxu before, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of what was a cat-raising guide on the phone screen that Jiang hadn't locked yet.

The boss, who seems aloof and indifferent, is secretly working hard to find a way to pick up stray cats.

That really breaks stereotypes.

Seeing Jiang Yingxu nod, the assistant chuckled, "I also have two cats at home. If there's anything you're not familiar with, feel free to ask me."

Jiang Yingxu: "Okay, thank you."

After the assistant left and the door closed.

Jiang Yingxu placed the kitten in his arms on the carpet in the entryway and took out a pack of wet wipes from the plastic bag his assistant had brought.

He was still soaking wet, but he didn't care at all. He just casually sat down on the ground and patted the cat's leg with a wet towel.

"Meow, come here."

The kitten actually waddled over on its chubby little legs and nimbly jumped onto his lap.

Jiang Yingxu pinched her soft legs and carefully wiped her mangosteen-shaped paws, which were stained with a wet wipe.

Listen to the purring sound of a motorcycle coming from the kitten's throat.

He flicked his finger around her plump, pink, strawberry-like breasts and asked softly, "How did you find me here?"

The kitten lazily lay down on his lap, letting him diligently clean her.

Upon hearing this, it flicked its tail slightly and let out a smug meow.

A genius kitten like her must have hitched a ride on someone else's electric scooter.