Chapter 44 Becoming a father unexpectedly, one should be happy!
"What do you mean, Yongqi? You have someone else as your Little Swallow?"
Song Nian'an's face showed a mixture of jealousy and anger.
Wen Jing couldn't help but laugh. This little guy was too immersed in the role; his inner world was quite rich.
“Then there’s definitely no Little Swallow,” Wen Jing walked up and hugged him. “In my version of Princess Pearl, there’s only Zhihua.”
Song Nian'an gave him a fake smile, inwardly commenting: [Clumsy acting, no emotion, just technique. What a jerk.]
With a "beep," the car lock was unlocked, and Song Nian'an reached out to open the door, walking straight into the hospital gate, completely ignoring his elderly driver friend.
Wen Jing had already sensed a sense of crisis.
The two walked to the front desk one after the other, and a staff member immediately came to greet them: "Hello, are you here to pick up your baby?"
The word "baby" made them both blush and their hearts race.
“Yes…” Song Nian’an replied.
"Could you please provide your phone number?" the staff member said.
Song Nian'an took out her phone, looked down and read out the phone number, her eyes occasionally glancing at the child's father.
Seeing the two men's reaction, the staff understood and said, "Are you the fathers of the injured cat? Please go upstairs and turn left. Its right hind leg has been immobilized."
Seeing the awkward scene, Song Nian'an instinctively wanted to explain, "They're adopted by us, we're not..."
"Zhihua, let's go." Wen Jing interrupted Song Nian'an, holding his hand.
Is the "Zhihua" meme just going to stay alive?!
right.
As soon as they reached the corner, a nurse came out to greet them and led them to the doctor's office.
The doctor explained their specific physical condition to them in detail and conducted a thorough examination of everything from their heart to various indicators.
The cat is a bit old, and it was just injured in a car accident, so its emotions are not very stable. If we take it home directly, it might become irritable, resist contact with others, and it would be inconvenient to change its medication.
It is still advisable to take them to a stray cat service station to avoid accidental scratches.
The cat struggled incessantly inside the box, its face showing resistance.
Wen Jing turned his head to look at Song Nian'an, only to see him gently comforting him from outside, lightly patting the transparent box, "Does it hurt? It's okay, I'll blow on it and rub it for you in a bit."
The cat's eyes softened considerably, and it lowered its guard.
Perhaps this is fate.
The vet handed them the prescribed medication and said, "The cat is getting old and may be more sensitive to pain. This is for external wounds. Remember to change the dressing every day. Today, give it a rabies vaccination before taking it home. Come back for a check-up in two weeks."
Song Nian'an picked up the cat and sat in the back seat of the car. The kitten was not used to lying on her lap at first and scratched defensively a few times, which made Song Nian'an hiss.
Later, perhaps recognizing him, the cat slowly began to touch his arm. Song Nian soothed the cat's forehead, and the cat raised its head and licked his palm vigorously.
See, they became friends in no time.
Wen Jing started the car. Ever since the two of them left the hospital, they had completely ignored him, but now they were treating him like a Didi driver.
I didn't give him a single glance or say a single word the whole time.
Even Mr. Wen has his day of being ignored.
The cat clung to her like a ball of fur, meowed contentedly with its eyes half-closed, and fell asleep after playing for a while.
Luckily the cat was asleep, otherwise Wen Jing would have thrown it away as soon as he got out of the car.
"Honey, let's go to the supermarket first and buy some cat food and canned cat food for it."
"Also, we need to prepare a litter box and cat litter. I did some research and it would be best to buy a climbing frame and a high-end cat bed, so he can have his own little villa. Anyway, there's enough space in the living room!"
"I've searched for a few, what do you think?"
What should we call it?
Song Nian'an asked a lot of questions, but Wen Jing didn't respond.
Wen Jing remained silent, her jawline taut.
Song Nian'an stuck her head out to look ahead. The driver's face was frighteningly grim, as if he was about to explode with anger. He patted Wen Jing's arm: "What's wrong?"
Could it be early menopause? This sudden change in mood is too unexpected! When I first got the cat, he was all smiles and laughter, but now he's like a mute groom.
Wen Jing shook his head and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I'm just tired."
Seeing this, Song Nian'an first put the cat into the pet carrier, gently placed the carrier on the back seat, and then climbed into the passenger seat while the light was red.
"You..." Wen Jing was speechless at his actions. This young man was really in need of a lesson for disregarding traffic rules.
“I know you want to lecture me, but that’s not important. You can scold me however you want, I’ll accept it. At worst, I’ll be punished by having to read for an hour.” Song Nian’an stared at him earnestly. “The important thing is that my darling husband is angry, and I need to coax him.”
Normally, Wen Jing would have been easily appeased by now, but today he was going to make things difficult for Song Nian'an and let him know who the most important person in this family is.
I didn't get enough.
Meow~~
The cat woke up.
Seeing this, Song Nian'an reached back onto the seat and picked up the cat.
"How old are you? Still getting angry with a cat? You're a father now, you should be happy!"
These words deeply stung Wen Jing; they were a sharp pain.
Becoming a father unexpectedly doesn't sound like something to be happy about.
Wen Jing swallowed hard, swallowing his anger and jealousy. He glanced at the time on the car screen and realized it was already seven o'clock.
After buying a bunch of cat supplies at the supermarket, I rushed home for dinner.
At the dinner table, Song Nian'an officially announced that the cat's name was Zhihua.
They're really taking this meme-playing to the extreme.
Wen Jing was actually quite tolerant of Song Nian'an in some ways, for example:
I rolled around on the sofa with Zhihua in my arms, and there was cat hair everywhere.
He hugged Zhihua and kissed her passionately, then kissed him after that.
He held Zhihua close at hand, inseparable from her, even when going to the toilet, they were always each other's toilet companions.
Cats are supposed to be aloof by nature, but this one seems a bit different.
But there is one thing that cannot be tolerated.
That means letting your cat sleep in the bed with you!
"Will you sleep with the cat or with me?" Wen Jing asked this question with unusual confidence, clearly not considering the consequences.
As a result, the master bedroom was left to him, and Song Nian'an angrily took Zhihua to the e-sports room next door.
Damn it, the one who went into the Cold Palace wasn't Zhihua, it was Wen Jing himself.
It's a nuisance.
Song Nian'an is no longer as careful as before to hide things; she simply won't indulge them.
Sitting in the e-sports room, he thought of the fans who urged him to stream every day. Fortunately, he turned on the stream and found himself alone with his cat.
He adjusted the camera position so it was facing his hand, and decided to stop wearing the mask altogether.
His live stream usually has one million viewers, but today, shortly after it started, the number of viewers has already reached nearly three million.
I think it might be because it's been too long since I've broadcast, plus I wasn't wearing a mask today.
Sure enough, the comments section started flooding with messages.
"Damn, the streamer is even sexier if she doesn't show her face but her hands."
"I'm determined to hold this hand, Ah Nian, my husband, here I come!"
"What do you mean 'your husband'? Please move aside, Ah Nian belongs to Brother Blank!"
When the topic of "Brother Blank" came up, Song Nian'an paused for a moment while looking at the comments.
It's not like she cheated, why are you so nervous?
Since getting married, I haven't had many opportunities to do live streams. Firstly, I'm genuinely busy, as my guardian forces me to read books every day. Secondly, I'm also afraid—afraid that Wen Jing will find out about Brother Blank's existence.
"Welcome, Brother Blank, to the live stream."
"Holy crap, am I seeing things? Ah Nian just started streaming and he's already here!"
"Brother, you're awesome! You really are Brother Blank."
Song Nian'an's heart pounded with uncertainty. Could it be that Brother Kong really had feelings for him?
At this moment, the detectives in the live broadcast room noticed that A-Nian's cuffs were covered in cat hair.
"Does Anian have a cat? Can I take a look?"
Song Nian'an said, "Of course! I found this kitten on the street today. I just brought it home after taking it to the hospital. Isn't it super cute? Its name is Zhihua, and it's my little darling."
After saying that, she pressed the cat's little paw towards the camera.
"So cute! Those little pink and tender paws, I really want to pinch them!"
"A-Nian, you guys have a buy-one-get-one-free deal on your live stream? Touching the cat's paw is like touching you too! I'm so excited!"
Wen Jing was so angry watching the live stream that he looked like a wild boar, his nose twitching.
The cat can watch whatever it wants, and can make an official announcement whenever it wants, while I'm still sulking in my bedroom, feeling like I have no legitimate claim to the position and nobody's paying attention to me.
Wen Jing immediately started sending gifts.
Blank sent a comment: Want to play?
Song Nian'an hesitated.
But who would be foolish enough to turn down money?
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