Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Living in symbiosis with Mr. Parasite is by no means an easy thing.

Food cravings are only one aspect; we also need to confront ethical dilemmas and the concept of sharing.

People need to eat to live, and she needs to go to work.

Because Mr. Parasite would rather die than live with the dead hamster she gave him, but Xia Yangyang couldn't possibly leave such a dangerous creature alone at home.

So he put it in his backpack and took it to the company.

Pets are strictly prohibited from entering the company, so Xia Yangyang kept her backpack zipped up tightly, covered it with her coat, and stuffed it into the gap behind her office chair.

Despite her best efforts, nothing went wrong until the very end of her workday.

However, when she went to the restroom, she found a group of coworkers surrounding her seat, with comments such as "So cute," "As black as a lump of coal," and "Let me touch it too."

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat. Without even wiping her hands, she shouted before she even reached out, "Don't touch it! It bites!!"

However, the next second she saw Mr. Parasite being picked up by the embarrassing woman in the next workstation and rubbed against her face affectionately.

"Hiss..." Xia Yangyang gasped.

Because I made a three-point agreement with Mr. Parasite before I left home.

So the black cat just stared coldly at the group of humans, its drooping tail tip swaying impatiently from side to side, before finally fixing its gaze on Xia Yangyang.

The girl, as if afraid the security camera wouldn't catch her, lifted the black cat up: "Oh my god~ what an adorable kitten~~ I've always wanted to have one!"

Immediately afterwards, the men who had formed a circle around him began to fawn over him like sycophants.

"So Jingjing likes cats." "Jingjing is as cute as a cat." "Jingjing isn't afraid of strange cats at all."

Guo Jingjing stroked the cat's head affectionately, blinking her innocent eyes: "Why would I be scared? Cats are so fluffy, they're such adorable creatures!"

"Cats grow up eating mice, they're filthy." A coworker's voice came from afar.

"Ugh! You stinky man, how can you say such things in front of the cat!" Guo Jingjing glared at the man in the distance with a coquettish expression, then turned her back and covered the black cat's ears. "Good kitty, we won't listen, we won't listen."

"Hahaha, the cat doesn't understand human speech again." "Jingjing is so cute." "Jingjing is treating the cat like a child."

Xia Yangyang's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to retract it or keep it: "..."

Okay, okay, you've played the roles of men, women, young and old all by yourself.

She coughed, and then everyone saw the cat's owner.

Guo Jingjing looked at her innocently and said, "I'm sorry, Yangyang, I saw something moving in your bag and I was worried it might be something unsafe, so I took the liberty of looking into it."

Xia Yangyang smiled and said, "It's alright. Safety in public places is the top priority. I understand..."

She reached out to pick up the cat, but before she could touch it, she missed.

Guo Jingjing moved the cat to the other side: "You know the company forbids bringing pets; if you're caught, you'll be fired."

Then why did you carry it under the surveillance camera?!

Xia Yangyang glanced at the supervisor's office, her smile barely holding up: "Yes, I was in such a rush today that I didn't have time to ask someone to take care of me. In the future, I..."

"However, although the company doesn't allow pets, how can the weight of a life be measured by rules? Such a fragile life, you're keeping it wrapped up in a sealed leather bag all day? That's too cruel."

"..."

The echoes rose again—

"Exactly, exactly." "Still such a boring guy." "He clearly doesn't know how to care for a cat..." "He's not nearly as kind-hearted as Jingjing."

Several dissenting voices emerged midway through, saying, "You can't just go through someone's bag, can you?" "It's their own cat, why are you all so nosy?" "You knew they were hiding it, yet you still displayed it under the security camera."

They were also overwhelmed by the overwhelming support of Guo Jingjing's fans.

This situation arose out of nowhere, but Xia Yangyang understood; she had seen all sorts of people.

Some people are like that; they love being in the spotlight, surrounded by microphones and cameras.

She wanted to be the bride wherever there was a wedding, and she wanted to be the corpse wherever there was a funeral.

Xia Yangyang heard Mr. Parasite's voice, enunciating each word clearly: "[Put...me...on...his...best...his...endurance...has reached its...limit.]"

Xia Yangyang: [Then let's not hold back.]

Mr. Parasite: [...Did I hear that right?]

Xia Yangyang smiled: [You heard me right.]

He paused briefly, then added: "[But don't make too much noise.]"

"Ah!!!" A terrified scream erupted from the office. "What the hell is that?!"

The black cat's shiny, smooth fur suddenly became coarse and wet, and countless tapeworm-like black tentacles wrapped around her hands.

A chilling coldness crept up her arms and instantly spread across her face and neck, constricting her neck and deforming it.

Xia Yangyang frowned: [Don't strangle me.]

The tentacles on its neck spread out, but they all crawled onto its face, ears, and hair.

Guo Jingjing threw away the black cat in fear and frantically peeled away the tightly tangled mass of fresh substance from her face.

Everyone in the office was stunned by what they saw and stood up.

"What is this?!" "So many bugs!" "That cat has parasites!!"

Several men rushed forward and frantically tried to tear apart the creatures, but to their surprise, the seemingly soft tentacles were as hard as soft steel.

Fear made Guo Jingjing tremble all over.

When it really matters, none of those lousy men are of any use!

She grabbed the computer from the table and slammed it against her face. The living thing didn't budge. Terrified, she slammed her face directly onto the solid wood table.

Just as her face was about to make intimate contact with the desk, the stern-faced manager came out of the office—

"What's wrong now?! No work again?! Do you think the company is a vegetable market with all this noise?!"

"Manager?" "Manager." "Manager..." Everyone frantically looked at the manager.

In an instant, the tentacles receded like the tide.

"Bang--!!"

The fleshy skull struck the hard object with a dull thud.

The chorus of respectful "Supervisor"s abruptly ceased, the office eerily silent, all eyes fixed on the source of the noise—

Guo Jingjing, who grabbed a table with her face.

The supervisor rolled her eyes and strode over in her high heels: "Guo Jingjing? What are you up to now!"

However, the moment the supervisor's hand touched her shoulder, the woman on the table collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless, her eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and two bright red streaks of blood flowing from her nose.

He had clearly fainted.

Even a seasoned manager with decades of experience in the workplace would experience a spike in blood pressure upon seeing this.

Thinking he was being scammed, he lost his footing and fell backward, but luckily his employees caught him in time.

The supervisor, his hands trembling, called an ambulance.

A group of employees pinched Guo Jingjing's philtrum and carried her downstairs, which even alarmed the boss.

More than an hour later, someone explained the whole story, saying that Xia Yangyang had brought a black cat to the company.

But Xia Yangyang had already had the system delete or modify the monitoring data.

A group of employees searched high and low, turning the company upside down, but couldn't find the black cat that Xia Yangyang had brought.

When Xia Yangyang was called to the office, her eyes were even more innocent than Guo Jingjing's: "I don't know, she just suddenly slammed her face on the table."

director:"……"

In the end, the matter was dropped.

With the smoky guy gone, the entire office atmosphere became much cleaner.

However, because of this mess, the supervisor was very dissatisfied with Xia Yangyang and assigned her a bunch of miscellaneous tasks, forcing her to stay and work overtime.

In the vast, empty office building, only the light in front of her workstation was on.

"Meow."

The black cat moved with light steps, leaping from the ground onto the stool, then onto her back, and finally onto the desk.

It sat side by side with the glowing computer screen, like a guardian deity.

Mr. Parasite: [So you get bullied by your own kind at work.]

Xia Yangyang rubbed her sore eyes wearily: "In this society, whose money can be earned standing up? If you could flaunt your charm at a cat cafe, run on a hamster wheel, or jump through a hoop of fire at a circus, would I need to be working like a slave at this company?"

Mr. Parasite: [You misunderstood. I didn't mean to be disgusted; I was just making a sarcastic remark.]

Xia Yangyang: "..."

Mr. Parasite: [After all, I'm just a little black cat.]

Damn, after parasites understood human language, they became this incompetent?

The next day, Xia Yangyang sat at her workstation with dark circles under her eyes and turned on her computer.

A round, fluffy black cat's head peeked out of the bag, looked around, then withdrew and thoughtfully zipped itself up.

Mr. Parasite: [Where's that human from yesterday?]

Xia Yangyang yawned repeatedly, tears of weariness glistening at the corners of her eyes: [She's taken leave and won't be coming for the next couple of days.]

[What's wrong with her?]

[I'm sick.]

[Ah—I hope it's not a minor illness she has.]

Xia Yangyang heard Mr. Parasite's mocking chuckle and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

Xia Yangyang: [Guess what illness she has?]

[Bad breath. ]

[No, she was scratched by you yesterday, and went to the hospital today to get a rabies vaccination.]

[That's worse than treating bad breath.]

"Pfft—" Xia Yangyang suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What's going on? It seems that parasites are quite good at understanding human language.

The parasitic neuroblasts are connected to the lovers' central nervous system. They share emotions, but the impact of her emotional fluctuations on him is far greater than the impact he has on her.

Accompanied by his lover's laughter, Mr. Parasite felt an unprecedented warm current spread throughout his body.

This strange feeling stunned it.

The lovers, afraid of attracting attention, suppressed their laughter and buried their faces in their arms, their shoulders trembling.

What does this feel like...?

Light and transparent.

Unlike any emotion it had ever experienced before, there were no dramatic ups and downs, no mundane or unremarkable moments, and no restrained suffering; instead, it was a pure and beautiful experience.

It was as if the whole world had brightened up a bit.

Mr. Parasite's sensory system was being intensely stimulated, and its burning gaze was fixed on its lover.

It couldn't understand the source of this feeling, yet it was deeply attracted to it.