From Chapter 7 onwards, the Cat King will protect you.

Shi Miao watched Jiang Yingxu walk into the restroom.

The boy's profile was taut, and he hadn't looked at her once since he got home.

The system hovered beside her, knowing that this cat hated reading long and complicated texts. It only skimmed through the original plot, paying no attention to any details, and explained it in a straightforward manner.

When Jiang Yingxu was nine years old, his parents died in a car accident, and his custody fell to his uncle, from which he lived with his uncle's family ever since.

Living under someone else's roof is never easy.

Not to mention having an alcoholic and lazy uncle, a shrewd and calculating aunt, and a cousin who is spoiled rotten by the couple.

They moved into the house bought by Jiang Yingxu's parents with a clear conscience, occupied the master bedroom, and squeezed Jiang Tianhao into Jiang Yingxu's bedroom.

It only took three years for Jiang Tianhao to take over the second bedroom all by himself and drive Jiang Yingxu to the balcony.

In that car accident, Jiang's father was driving while fatigued and was primarily responsible. He also had to compensate the other victim who was hit and sustained minor injuries.

The couple said that all the money left by Jiang's parents had been used to pay compensation, and they were essentially paying out of their own pockets to support Jiang Yingxu. Therefore, Jiang Yingxu had hardly received any money from them.

Junior high school is compulsory education, and the homeroom teacher has to make many phone calls to get the two students to reluctantly pay their tuition and fees.

When Jiang Yingxu entered high school, the couple refused to give him any more money, citing his achievement of becoming the top scorer in the high school entrance exam and the school's reward money.

Jiang Yingxu said nothing and turned to go to the local police station.

The police came to the door several times and even went to Uncle Jiang's workplace to give him a serious reprimand and education. Only then did the middle-aged man, who valued his reputation above all else, feel ashamed. He took out five hundred yuan from his wallet and threw it violently at Jiang Yingxu.

"You want money, you want money! All you ever do is ask for money! You're such an ill-mannered brat without parents! You want money, here you go!"

"He's a damn ingrate!"

"I don't have any money anyway, I can't come up with any more, so why don't you just arrest me!"

Red banknotes pelted the boy, then fluttered lightly to the ground along his school uniform.

The middle-aged man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, exuded arrogance and disdain.

The young policeman's face showed a hint of anger.

The eyes of those around him revealed pity and sympathy.

Various gazes fell upon him.

Jiang Yingxu remained calm, bending down to pick up the banknotes one by one from the ground, flattening them with his long fingers and pressing them into his palm.

Looking up, his dark eyes stared at Uncle Jiang, his voice cold and clear.

"Five hundred per semester."

Uncle Jiang, his face flushed, cursed and spat as if the person standing in front of him was not his own nephew, but some enemy demanding repayment of a debt.

Jiang Yingxu stood quietly, his back straight like a lush bamboo shoot, his thin lips slightly pursed, and he repeated himself.

"Five hundred per semester."

It was only after the older police officers intervened and smoothed things over, along with the onlookers' complaints, that Uncle Jiang reluctantly agreed to give 500 yuan per semester for living expenses, his double chin twitching.

Five hundred yuan is a pitifully small amount.

On average, it only amounts to about twenty dollars a week, not even enough for food.

But the couple still wanted to renege on their debt.

It wasn't until Jiang Yingxu repeatedly approached the police and their colleagues, only to be met with disdainful and skeptical looks, that the two of them finally held their breath and dared not break their promise again.

Five hundred was certainly not enough, so in addition to attending classes at school, Jiang Yingxu devoted almost every spare moment to part-time work.

Shi Miao's tail tip drooped completely.

She muttered under her breath, "He's clearly the villain."

Those who manipulate money and power, those who are aloof and indifferent to everything.

Why does this bitter gourd look like this?

His deceased parents, greedy relatives, vicious cousin, and his broken self.

The system was still retelling the plot of the book: "After Jiang Yingxu returned to the Yan family, he was repeatedly ridiculed because his life philosophy differed from that of the Yan family. Many relatives said he was greedy for money, vain, and practically obsessed with it..."

Shi Miao hurriedly interrupted the system, saying, "That was originally his home, and it was also his money!"

She was inexplicably furious.

Perhaps it was because he witnessed Jiang Yingxu casually and hastily swallowing the dry, cold steamed bun.

He's been eating like this for a long time.

Those so-called relatives, who haven't experienced what he went through, what right do they have to point fingers at him?

哢哒.

The bathroom door opened.

A damp, cool mist, mixed with a faint scent of lemon soap, wafted out.

Shi Miao squatted at the foot of the bed, watching Jiang Yingxu, who had changed into a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, walk over.

It was an old garment that had been washed countless times; the neckline and hem were deformed, and it hung loosely on the body, revealing the clearly defined collarbone and pale chest.

His features were refined and aloof, and despite wearing old clothes, he exuded a relaxed vibe that many high-end brands strive for.

Jiang Yingxu was holding a towel in his hand.

The soft, pale yellow towel, freshly unpacked, smelled just like him after being wet, washed, and wrung out.

Jiang Yingxu walked to the bedside, knelt down, and reached out his hand to Shi Miao.

"Let me wipe your paws."

Shi Miao naturally offered the kitten's paw.

The villain serves the cat, good job, villain!

The cat gets served by the big villain, and the cat is happy too!

Jiang Yingxu gently stroked the mangosteen-like furry paw with his fingertips before pinching it. His long eyelashes drooped slightly as he carefully wiped the pink paw pads and fluffy fur bit by bit.

"..."

After wiping his four little paws, Jiang Yingxu got up and washed the towel, then hung it to dry next to his school uniform.

Amidst the black and blue-white, a striking and vibrant pale yellow suddenly appears.

Just like a brightly colored, beautiful kitten suddenly intruding into his otherwise calm and uneventful life.

Jiang Yingxu stood there for a while before looking away.

The balcony was as hot as a steamer; my skin, which was still slightly cool after a shower, was quickly scorched again.

The small fan by the bedside was turned on, blowing a weak breeze that was better than nothing.

Jiang Yingxu lay down on the wooden bed.

He has grown a few centimeters taller recently, making it increasingly difficult for him to sleep in this narrow bed. He has to dangle his legs over the edge of the bed to barely lie down.

After a busy day, both my body and mind were stretched to the brink of collapse. I was overcome with drowsiness almost as soon as I lay down.

Jiang Yingxu closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, I felt a warm, fluffy thing brush past me, its little paws pattering on the wooden board as it came to my pillow.

The kitten was relaxed, purring softly as if it were riding a cat motorcycle.

A soft rustling sound.

Shi Miao nestled into the pile of soft, folded clothes that Jiang Yingxu had neatly arranged, without any hesitation. Her clear cat-like eyes looked at the boy who had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and she reached out a little paw to gently press his cheek.

It's like a silent contract.

The main villain, the little bitter gourd.

Don't worry.

Shi Miaohao arrogantly said:

"From now on, the Cat King will protect you."

"..."

Jiang Yingxu seemed to be fast asleep, his breathing was steady and even, and only when he turned his head slightly did a faint smile appear on his lips.