Chapter 62. He was right about the person.

"Meow...woo..."

Suddenly, a faint meow, barely audible, came from the grass at my feet.

Su Cheng turned her head in the direction of the sound, her gaze falling on the patch of grass beside the fence of the rescue station.

The sob was too short to catch, but Su Cheng was certain she hadn't misheard.

Cheng Muye stood under the porch to avoid the rain, waiting for the driver to pick him up.

Through the fine rain, he saw Su Cheng tentatively take a step into the grass. The grass, soaked by the rain, was slippery and muddy. As soon as she stepped on it, her white shoes sank into the soft mud, and the white edges of her shoes were instantly covered with a layer of murky mud.

Su Cheng seemed unaware that her shoes were already stuck in the mud. She crouched down and used her fingers to push aside the rain-soaked grass blades.

As the damp grass stems parted to the sides, a small white cat's head appeared, its fur wet from the rain, tiny water droplets clinging to its hair, its entire face glistening.

It was a very small white cat, looking no more than three or four months old.

It lay weakly in the grass, its head drooping, emitting low whimpers.

The lights in the rescue station's meeting room could be faintly seen through the fence.

Su Cheng suddenly remembered that when Cheng Muye was presenting the PPT earlier, there seemed to be a faint meowing sound outside the window.

Sensing someone approaching, the little white cat struggled to lift its head and managed to let out a weak "meow".

Su Cheng's heart softened, and she involuntarily reached out her hand.

The little white kitten seemed to have finally found someone to rely on. It trembled as it pressed its wet little head against her fingertips, its cool little nose brushing against her fingertips, and it even made a weak purring sound.

Su Cheng stroked the little white cat's head, intending to pick it up and take it back to the rescue station.

The kitten's front legs were fully exposed, hidden in the grass, its two thin forelimbs twisted at an extremely unnatural angle.

A chill ran down Su Cheng's spine, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the coldness at her fingertips spread throughout her body via her veins.

She stared at that bizarre posture, and terrifying speculations began to grow wildly in her mind.

His amber eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face showed no sign of shock.

"Sorry, the story will have to wait until next time." Su Cheng squatted down by the bushes and turned to Cheng Muye, her voice urgent. "The kitten is badly injured, I have to get the tools and take it to the hospital right away."

Cheng Muye instinctively wanted to step forward to help, but hesitated and stopped.

Professional rescue is not his forte, and rashly intervening may only make things worse.

The cool rain kept hitting Su Cheng's face. She casually wiped the rain off her face and looked down to check on the kitten.

Those light blue eyes were half-open, half-closed, as if she was struggling to stay awake.

She quickly took off her white knitted cardigan and gently covered the kitten with it to shield it from the falling raindrops.

"Hang in there, don't fall asleep," she whispered to comfort him, then stood up and hurried toward the shelter.

A slender figure wearing only a tank top hurried past Cheng Muye, strands of her rain-soaked bangs clinging to her smooth forehead.

Despite the continuous rain, he seemed to see sunlight piercing through the dark clouds.

He always felt heartache and guilt towards Jiang Muzhou.

He couldn't understand why an innocent child had to bear the burden of his parents' grievances.

Although he never expected his younger brother to forgive their parents, he still stubbornly offered his care in his clumsy way.

But every time he thinks of these small acts of kindness, which are nothing but a drop in the ocean compared to the harm his parents have caused, his heart aches even more.

My younger brother was outstanding from a young age, consistently ranking first in every exam. Perhaps seeing his hard work, or perhaps having a change of heart, my parents gradually softened their attitude towards him and finally stopped restricting him to activities in the annex building.

But after that accident, Jiang Muzhou applied to a university in Beijing without looking back, like a bird breaking free from its cage, completely severing ties with Chengjia.

The bank card containing his parents' monthly allowance was returned intact when he returned home for the last time.

If applying to study finance was his last remaining hope for starting a family, then picking up a camera to shoot a documentary was when he truly found what his heart desired.

Cheng Muye has always been quietly following the account called "Du", watching him travel around with his camera, seeing him go from being unknown to becoming a top documentary creator in the industry.

"Crossing" means both helping others and helping oneself.

Cheng Muye once thought that Jiang Muzhou would settle down in Beijing and never have anything to do with Linhai.

Then, in that ordinary live stream, a figure wearing a mask suddenly appeared. Even though half of his face was covered, Cheng Muye immediately recognized him.

The brothers looked like they were cut from the same mold since they were little, with the same high nose bridge, the same thin lips, and even the shape of their chins were exactly the same.

But those eyes were completely different.

Cheng Muye had always secretly envied his younger brother's signature peach blossom eyes, which were slightly upturned at the corners and curved when he smiled, like they were filled with spring water, always giving people a feeling of affection and gentleness.

But from some point onward, those beautiful eyes gradually became deep and somber, like a frozen lake, so calm it was heartbreaking.

In that live stream, he actually saw a flickering firelight in those eyes again, like a star suddenly shining at the end of a long night.

At first, Cheng Muye couldn't understand what could make his younger brother, who had resolutely left, willing to come back.

The camera then pans to the girl standing next to Jiang Muzhou.

When she speaks, the corners of her eyes curve into crescents, and her every move exudes a warm power, like a ray of sunshine shining in on a winter day, gentle yet firm, so bright that it seems to dispel all gloom.

In an instant, all my doubts were answered.

Even the most stubborn ice will eventually melt away with sustained warmth; and even the deepest resentment will ultimately be no match for genuine warmth.

The parents' temples have turned grayer, and they haven't seen their youngest son for four whole years. Perhaps they've regretted it in their hearts.

Sometimes when Cheng Muye casually mentioned his younger brother at home, he could see his parents' eyes flicker and hear them sighing softly.

But this belated remorse never turned into an "I'm sorry," just like millions of Chinese parents who would rather maintain their crumbling authority than bow their heads and admit their mistakes in front of their children.

They remain the same as always, "caring" for their children in the way they believe is right.

Because he was worried that Jiang Muzhou would be alone and unattended, he carefully selected and invited his business partner's daughter to the banquet without permission.

The plan backfired, and the dinner party he had painstakingly arranged ended badly. As a result, he was also seen as an accomplice by his younger brother, and their relationship became precarious.

When Cheng Muye came to Su Cheng to discuss cooperation, he was obviously hoping to see his younger brother.

More importantly, he wanted to see with his own eyes the girl who could make his younger brother lower his guard.

After eighteen years of torment and finally escaping the shadow of his family, he only hoped that his younger brother could meet someone who truly cared for him in the rest of his life.

Now, looking at that thin yet stubborn figure in the rain, Cheng Muye breathed a sigh of relief.

He was right about him.

"What happened?" Wu Xin asked, looking at Su Cheng who rushed into the shelter in a panic.

"There's an injured kitten in the bushes by the door; we need to get it to the vet right away," Su Cheng explained as she took a sterilized airline crate from the locker.

"Another one?" Lin Yang, who was pouring cat food for the kittens at the rescue station, turned around when she heard this. The food scoop was still hanging in mid-air.

"Again?" Su Cheng paused, her brows furrowing slightly. "What did you mean by 'again'?"

“Yesterday I also found a kitten at the entrance of the rescue station. Its tail was bleeding continuously. I thought it was just a superficial injury, but after taking it to the hospital for examination, it was found that its tailbone was fractured.” Lin Yang put the food scoop back in place and closed the lid of the food storage bin. “Luckily, we found it in time, and its tail was saved. It’s just a pity that the little guy will have to live with a steel nail in its body.”

“Injured kittens for two consecutive days,” Su Cheng realized something was wrong, her brows furrowing even more. “How could it be such a coincidence?”

She recalled the little white cat's twisted and deformed limbs, gesturing to the size in front of the carrier door, the width of which might compress the wound.

She turned and walked quickly to the warehouse, where she found a large square basket that she usually used to pack cultural and creative products. The bottom was flat and the space was spacious enough to move the kitten.

"Lin Yang, come and lend a hand," she called softly. "I'm afraid moving it alone will hurt it."

Due to the rain, the number of people in the queue shown on the ride-hailing app has increased to more than 30.

Considering the short distance between the hospital and the shelter, the two decided to push the flatbed cart directly there.

Back at the bushes where she found the kitten, Su Cheng noticed a black Bentley parked by the roadside, presumably there to pick up Cheng Muye.

She didn't bother to greet them, but went straight to where the kitten was.

She lifted the knitted cardigan covering the kitten and saw it curled up weakly, its eyes almost completely closed, leaving only a thin slit.

His breathing was light and slow, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, and each breath seemed to be taken with all his strength.

Su Cheng gently tore open the cat treat packaging, squeezed out a little bit of meat paste, and brought it to the kitten's nose.

The once pink nose had lost its color and looked extremely pale.

"Please don't fall asleep," she coaxed softly, using the aroma of food to wake the kitten. "There's plenty of delicious food waiting for you."

Watching the kitten weakly yet stubbornly open its eyes, its light blue eyes flashing with a strong will to survive, its pink little tongue trembling as it licked the meat paste, replenishing its nutrition little by little, Su Cheng's tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly.

She quickly folded the knitted cardigan in half and laid it flat at the bottom of the basket. She carefully supported the kitten's head and neck with both hands, while Lin Yang steadily supported its thin belly with her palms. The two of them avoided its injured front paws and worked together to move the kitten into the basket.

The rain intensified, and the icy raindrops pounded on Su Cheng's bare arms, sending chills down her spine.

She quickly fastened the two sleeves of her coat, then fully unfolded the front to cover the kitten, carefully creating a temporary rain shelter.

Just as Su Cheng was about to lift the basket onto the flatbed cart, a shadow suddenly loomed over her, and the raindrops that had been hitting her had disappeared without her noticing.

She looked up and found a large black umbrella that had appeared above her, completely blocking the raindrops from falling.

"Take my car." Cheng Muye's voice came from behind the umbrella, deep and clear.