Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

"Xiaoyu should talk to the cats and find out how they got hurt!"

Shang Song: "..."

Looking into the boy's sincere eyes, he was momentarily at a loss, unsure whether to play along or immediately call Xie Jing and ask him to send someone to investigate whether the shop was some kind of new type of fraud den.

Seeing that Shang Song remained silent, the boy grew anxious: "Really! Xiao Yu can talk to the cats! The cats can tell Xiao Yu where they got hurt, whether it hurts, and if bad people bullied them, Brother Han can go and settle accounts with those bad people! Brother Ruilin will also know how to better take care of the cats!"

Shang Song: "…………"

This handsome young man's mind might be a little special?

Or is this challenging his bottom line of understanding?

Never mind, he's a sucker for good looks.

Why bother arguing with such a good-looking boy?

So, Shang Song forced a polite and kind smile and said in a coaxing tone, "Oh... I see. You're so amazing... No wonder you're the shop owner..."

However, this extremely perfunctory praise sounded like immense recognition to the boy.

The boy's anxious expression vanished instantly, and he covered his mouth and laughed, his round eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Right! Right! Xiaoyu is very important! The cats love talking to me the most!"

Seeing how overjoyed he was by her perfunctory compliment, Shang Song decided to abandon her thinking. "Yes, it's important. So, esteemed shop owner, can you take me to see that little orange cat now?"

"Sure! Of course!" The boy nodded vigorously, then turned and ran up the last few steps. "It's right there! It's been waiting for you all day!"

Shang Song climbed the steps and finally saw the little orange cat with a wounded stomach.

A small orange and white kitten, which looks to be only four or five months old, is curled up in a soft cat bed, all fluffy.

"Meow~"

The little orange cat propped its head up and meowed at Shang Song.

She was so timid that Shang Song's heart melted.

Shang Song crouched down, extended a finger, and gently tapped the little orange cat's head. "Hello, little orange cat!"

The little orange cat responded with a meow.

The boy immediately translated, "It's also saying hello!"

Shang Song: "..."

This kid's gotten addicted to teasing him, hasn't he?

Forget it.

He's a sucker for good looks, so he doesn't care.

"By the way," Shang Song turned his head to look at the boy who was also squatting beside him, and asked, "Does it have a name?"

The little orange cat meowed several more times.

The boy blinked his big eyes, listened to the meow, and then answered Shang Song seriously again: "The little orange cat said it doesn't have a name."

Shang Song nodded; many stray cats indeed don't have names.

It seems the people in this shop haven't named the little orange cat yet.

He was about to ask if he could name the little orange cat when the boy continued:

"It says it's waiting for an older brother to name it!"

Shang Song was stunned.

Big brother?

Does it refer to yourself?

but.

This little orange cat was a gift he wanted to give to Xie Jing.

A name, perhaps.

Xie Jing should collect it.

*

A week later, Shang Song successfully brought the little orange cat back home.

With red eyes, Xiao Yu gave Shang Song a long lecture and then stuffed a big bag of cat supplies into his hands.

From cat bowls to scratching posts to small blankets, they have everything.

When Shang Song returned to the 88th floor carrying the carrier containing the little orange cat, Xie Jing was sitting on the living room sofa reading a book.

He heard the voice, looked up, and saw Shang Song holding up a flight case. "Xie Jing! Look! It's a gift for you!"

Shang Song opened the box like a treasure, revealing a fluffy little orange kitten inside. "I adopted it from a very special pet store. It was a rescued stray cat. It's very well-behaved, but it had an injury on its stomach and just had its stitches removed."

The little orange cat curled up in its carrier and gave Xie Jing, who was sitting on the sofa, a soft "meow~".

Shang Song nervously observed Xie Jing's expression.

However, Xie Jing's face remained expressionless.

He simply put down the book in his hand, then reached out and carefully took the little orange kitten out of the carrier.

The little orange kitten was tiny, and it just squatted in Xie Jing's big hand. Then, Xie Jing raised his other hand and tapped the top of the little orange kitten's head with his fingertips.

The little orange cat meowed again.

Xie Jing then turned his gaze back to Shang Song, "Have you chosen a name yet?"

Shang Song: "..."

This... you accepted it way too quickly!

He shook his head. "No, it's waiting for you to pick it up!"

Without hesitation, Xie Jing typed: "Mimi".

Shang Song: "..."

Every cat is named Mimi.

"Mimi," Xie Jing repeated, then looked down at the little orange cat in his palm and said, "Your name is Mimi."

The little orange cat tilted its head, and whether it understood or not, it meowed twice.

Shang Song: "…………"

What's the difference between this and naming a cat "cat"?

How could the esteemed head of the Xie family, Professor Xie, be so perfunctory in naming his cat?

Fine, Mimi it is then.

"Where will Mimi live? I ordered a deluxe cat house, but it hasn't arrived yet. Is it okay to put her here when she arrives?" Shang Song asked, pointing to a corner of the living room.

The living room on the 88th floor of Genting Highlands is ridiculously large; it could easily fit ten cat houses, let alone a luxury one.

Then he heard Xie Jing say, "No need."

That afternoon, the second bedroom next to the master bedroom was changed.

The walls were covered with scratch-resistant hemp mats, and the floor was covered with easy-to-clean pet-specific mats.

The spot by the window is a giant, intricately designed cat tree with a lookout, climbing ladders, a small house, and a hammock.

Opposite the observation deck, a small wall was set aside to install an embedded aquarium, a circulating filtration system, and a lighting system.

After Lin Zhou put a few small fish in, the fish shadows immediately appeared on the floor when the light shone on them, swimming leisurely.

Xie Jing even had a separate fresh air system installed in the cat room.

After the cat room was set up by the staff, Shang Song quickly placed the cat bowl and cat food that Xiao Yu had given him in the corner, and then found a large basin and poured in cat litter.

Although these items are incredibly meager compared to the entire luxurious cat room, they are all necessities.

Then, Xie Jing looked at Mimi, who was familiarizing herself with her territory on the cat tree, and then at the cat supplies that Shang Song was fiddling with, especially the bag of cat food brought back from the pet store. His brows furrowed deeply.