Chapter 6 006 Yes, a fully automatic trouble-making machine

As the warm sunshine fell, Lan Xi squatted on top of the balcony flower stand, with her tail gradually turning black, circling the flower pot, cautiously observing the living room.

Is a furry cat very different from a toy? Does a cat feel different from a puppy? Lan Xi thinks there's no difference.

But Liang Qing had already tried to hold her countless times in just one hour! She had to hide in the greenery to find a moment of peace.

Crouching down and looking down at the house from a high point, she saw that it was completely different from when she had first arrived a few days ago. Even the owner of the house had changed, his pale complexion now full of energy, and he looked much better too—he had the energy to pester her to pet the cat.

Then, the "jailbreak plan" that had been put on hold for a few days could be continued. This time, Lan Xi adopted a different core plan from the previous one, and decided to switch from "sneaking away" to "provoking Liang Qing."

As long as Liang Qing began to dislike cats and his initial enthusiasm and love for cats faded, it would be a good time for her to leave. Moreover, this would not cause him to faint from anxiety.

As for the most important part of the plan, "how to irritate Liang Qing," she already had an idea after her narrow escape from the second bedroom yesterday. Liang Qing's love for cats was based on their obedience and well-behaved nature. So, if the cat turned into a fully automatic troublemaker...

Liang Qing did it right away. She made a cup of brown rice tea and placed it on the coffee table. The cup was a ceramic cup with a printed cat that she had just bought yesterday. If she stretched out her paw and pushed it, "bang", the tea fragments would scatter all over the floor and the new carpet would be stained.

Lan Xi muttered to herself that Maomao had to do something bad in order to escape quickly. She hoped Liang Qing would not have a negative impact on Maomao in the future.

She jumped lightly and landed on the ground silently. The cat jumped onto the coffee table in the living room stealthily and approached the cup of brown rice tea with bad intentions.

Lan Xi suddenly raised her eyes and saw Liang Qing cleaning the kitchen.

The cat's claws pushed hard.

The poor cup shattered into several pieces of ceramic, and the hot tea soaked into the carpet.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Qing came out of the kitchen as soon as possible and happened to run into the "crime scene".

"Well, I pushed it, so what?"

Lan Xi tilted her head back to look at him.

The little Siamese dog stared at him with its big innocent eyes. It must have accidentally knocked over the cup and was so scared that it didn't even move.

"It's okay," he squatted down and picked up the fragments, "Xinxin, stay here. These fragments are very sharp and will scratch your feet."

He used his free hand to touch her head: "Don't be afraid."

“…”

Lan Xi was stunned for a moment, then waved her claws again, pushing the tissue box next to her down.

The air was stagnant for a moment.

The tissue box was put back in place, and Lan Xi pushed it down again with all her strength.

Liang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and opened his eyes wide.

After a while, he let the tissue box fall to the ground as if he had discovered a new world, and instead picked up a bunch of cat toys, placing them one by one on the edge of the coffee table, neatly arranged.

It was Lan Xi's turn to be confused.

He nodded and winked at her, his eyes full of expectation.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Lan Xi stretched out her claws and pushed all the toys down from left to right.

"So cute," Liang Qing picked them up one by one, "More."

Lan Xi: “?”

"I'll play with you." Seeing that she didn't move, Liang Qing pinched her paw and pushed the toy, "So you like playing this... I discovered it too slowly."

Things shouldn't turn out like this!

Shouldn't he have cleaned up the mess with a frown, then warned her earnestly, and finally started to get angry at her continuous troubles?

Lan Xi thought that maybe she hadn't touched upon the thing that he really hated.

Unconsciously, her fingers began to scratch at her chin. Lan Xi retreated to the sofa and immediately came up with a new plan. She stretched out her sharp claws and slashed the sofa open with a "hiss".

In the past, when her paws itched, she would pick a cat paw pad that she liked, pampering the little mushroom today and playing with the carrot tomorrow, but now she wants to be a bad cat.

"Hiss" and "hiss" sounds rang out one after another, and in a blink of an eye the sofa was scratched. Lan Xi raised her hind legs high, stretched out her front paws straight, and scratched rhythmically.

Liang Qing picked up the cat with a pair of hands and moved the little Siamese cat to the small mushroom pillar on the ground.

"No scratching post today, only the couch!"

She jumped up and went back to the sofa, and continued to sharpen her claws. To be honest, the sound was not pleasant at all, and the sofa was scratched into a mess.

Lan Xi is not a good child, but she is indeed sensible compared to Lan Hui. She has focused on the family company since she became an adult. She wears slim-fitting suits and walks in a hurry most of the time. Now she feels a secret pleasure in doing bad things like a naughty child, and the hair stands up from the back of her neck to her tailbone.

Immediately afterwards, the skin on the back of her neck was pulled up, and several cushions were spread out on the sofa. Liang Qing sighed helplessly: "Go ahead and grab it if you want. This cushion was bought specially for you... I can also move the little mushroom here."

Aren’t you angry about this?

She had no other options.

Lan Xi turned over on the sofa. She saw Liang Qing's fingers stirring in the corner of her eye. She jumped onto the cat climbing frame and lay down, hiding her belly.

After cleaning the stain, Liang Qing took out another cup to make tea. He thought of the cup that Little Siam had pushed down, and took out all the cups from the cabinet and placed them on the coffee table: "Xinxin, come and take a look."

"..." Lan Xi turned around and saw a row of neatly arranged ceramic cups.

Does Liang Qing want her to push them down one by one?

She won't do such a childish thing!

"Which one do you like?" he asked. "Can I wash it for you and use it as a cup? Do you like drinking from a cup?"

The fragrance of brown rice tea still lingered in the air. Lan Xi licked her fur, not knowing how to respond.

She had thought she had figured out Liang Qing's personality after spending the past few days with him, but now it seemed he wasn't what she thought. Sometimes he was easily upset, in the blink of an eye; sometimes he showed enough patience, in the moments when he was deliberately trying.

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Liang Qing finished his shower and entered his bedroom. Beside his bed, a small staircase for pets had been placed, and the number of pillows had increased from one to two, all in preparation for sleeping with his Siamese cat. Unfortunately, the cat still refused to budge.

He opened the curtains after a long time, and the sky was full of stars.

There's an old joke about an old woman who always holds a black umbrella outside a hospital entrance, believing she's a black mushroom. Liang Qing felt like a mushroom, unexpectedly growing from rotten, damp soil, hiding from the harsh sunlight and huddled in a corner.

During the most serious period, he could not even tolerate the slightest difference in his life. He would get up on schedule and empty his mind. Whenever he wanted to go out or open the curtains, he would become uncontrollably panicked and anxious.

Now, he finally drew back the curtains.

Neon lights flickered in the deep blue night sky, and the city continued to operate steadily during the time he closed the curtains.

"Meow~"

A soft cry squeezed in from the gap outside the door.

Liang Qing knew that the little Siamese would open the door by itself, so he ignored it and just stared at the door, trying to guess what it was doing when it came in.

One second passed, two seconds passed, dozens of seconds passed, and the cat was still meowing through the door.

He walked over and pressed the door handle.

The cat was holding a small fish stuffed animal in its mouth and sitting in front of the door in a very standard posture, with its long tail wrapped around its two round front paws.

He stepped back to let it in, eyeing it suspiciously.

The cat looked around, paced back and forth, jumped onto the windowsill and licked its paws gracefully, as if it was patrolling its territory.

Is it possible that it will walk around the bed twice?

The little Siamese seemed to have the ability to read minds. It arched its body and jumped onto the bed, meowing and burrowing into the quilt.

Liang Qing was completely stunned.

He's not dreaming, is he?

That little bulge does exist.

He walked very quietly, not wanting to scare the cat, and took off his shoes beside the bed, got on, and threw back the quilt before lying in. The cat was chewing on the fish doll, its eyes sparkling with surprise.

"Xinxin," he resisted the urge to pet the cat and didn't reach out rashly, "Why did you come here to play?"

After trying every possible means but failing, it just came up on its own.

The bed was filled with the smell of a cat. It must have just eaten cat food before coming here, the smell was distinct.

No, the smell is too strong.

Liang Qing lifted the quilt and saw stains all over the white sheets. The cat's hind leg fur was sticky and dirty from the cat's hair, and clumps of it stuck to its body.

He maintained the posture of lifting the corner of the quilt.

Lan Xi held the fish doll in her arms, cautiously awaiting his reaction. She had bitten the cat strips and rubbed them on purpose, believing no one would tolerate a dirty bed. If this didn't work, she had no other options.

"Xinxin," Liang Qing picked her up and took her off the bed, "My bed... You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"You did it on purpose, to drive me away!" Lan Xi nodded.

"Using my bed as a towel?" Liang Qing pinched the back of the cat's neck, looking quite annoyed.

He opened the wet wipes and wiped the cat clean. He couldn't help but flicked the cat's head: "It was fine before..."

Is this the cat's rebellious period?

Today the cat was pushing things and scratching the sofa. He observed carefully and found that the cat actually didn't like pushing things or scratching the sofa, but was just deliberately causing trouble under his nose.

Or maybe he should make three rules with the little Siamese, clearly stating all the bad things he shouldn't do. Then ban snacks for three days... No, that's too much, just one day. Or maybe just ban a single cat snack.

Liang Qing pondered for a long time, and finally said to Maomao: "In the future...you can't do this."

"And then?" Lan Xi looked at him in disbelief. "That's it?"

"It's very troublesome to clean up like this," he explained patiently. "Broken cups aren't safe either. If you want to play with me, why not use another method? I don't like you destroying furniture."

“…Well, I don’t like it.”

"You've gotten into so much trouble," Liang Qing rubbed the little Siamese, "Just sleep with me tonight."

Lan Xi's eyes widened: "Isn't this right?"

Shouldn't the kitten be taken out? At least for one night. Liang Qing's pampering of the kitten is beyond measure!

"No, no!"

She hurried out the door.

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Liang Qing: [Glasses] The cat stripe is too harsh, why don’t you just sleep with me?