Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Fu Huai’an looked inside the cat cage. A gray British Shorthair was curled up inside. It looked up at him with a defensive glance, its clear eyes somehow reminding him of Lin Nuan.

He couldn’t bring himself to ask his assistant to send the cat away.

He grabbed the cat cage and watched the assistant arrange the cat items in the house.

“Ah, yes…” The assistant put down the cat litter and stood up to ask Fu Huai’an, “Miss Lin was in a rush to leave today so she left her identification card. Should I keep it safe until she needs it again for the collection of the certificate? Or should I leave it with you?”

“Pass it to me.”

Fu Huai’an took the personal identification card and lit up a cigarette. He sensed the cat paws were clawing at the cage. As he looked down, a gray cloud dashed past him and leaped onto the flat screen television in the living room. With nimble movements, its paws stomped on the thin screen while it claimed higher ground. The cat sized up Fu Huai’an, looking ready to escape at any minute.

Fu Huai’an realized he couldn’t leave the cat alone at home when he was going on the trip later. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and said with a frown, “Catch it.”

The huge chubby cat was agile for his size. Fu Huai’an’s assistant fumbled around the whole room without being able to catch it.

The assistant stood downstairs, drained, watching as the cat sat at the top of the staircase meowing mischievously at him. He had a look of existential despair on his face.

Tuan Tuan heard the meows from the staircase, flung the toys out of his hands and ran outside.

A cat’s ears are very sensitive. As soon as it heard the footsteps, it turned around and stared guardedly behind it with its round eyes, prepared to run away at any second.

Tuan Tuan hugged the big cat fiercely before it could successfully escape.

“Meow…!”

The chubby cat let out a screech when it was suddenly hugged tightly by Tuan Tuan. Fu Huai’an’s fingers tensed up around his cigarette as he was worried that Tuan Tuan would get scratched by the cat.

“Kitty!” Tuan Tuan cupped the chubby cat by its chest and stood up.

The cat suddenly transitioned from energetic to submissive. Its forepaws rested on Tuan Tuan’s skinny little arms, its tail was brushing against on the floor as it let Tuan Tuan drag its body downstairs.

“Dad… the cat?” Tuan Tuan’s huge black eyes beamed with excitement.

Fu Huai’an walked to the staircase with a cigarette in his mouth, a troubled expression on his face.

Fu Huai’an picked up the chubby cat by its neck as Tuan Tuan carried it downstairs. The cat was even more submissive in his hands, its round, amber eyes staring into Fu Huai’an’s as it tried to gauge its owner’s mood.

“The cage…”

Fu Huai’an’s assistant immediately fetched the cat cage.

He shoved the chubby cat inside and closed the door. The cat meowed loudly inside and scratched the door with its paws.

As Fu Huai’an was signaling his assistant to take the cat away, Tuan Tuan suddenly hugged Fu Huai’an’s leg and looked up asking, “Is this cat for mommy?”

Apparently, Tuan Tuan also saw that photo in Lin Nuan’s house.

…

On the way back home from the broadcasting station, Lin Nuan visited the supermarket since Fu Huai’an asked her to look after Tuan Tuan tonight when he went on a business trip.

Lin Nuan had never babysat a kid before and she had no idea what kind of snacks to prepare for him back home.

She pushed the trolly forward and saw a mother grab a child by his arm and scold him, forbidding him from eating junk food. The child had tears in his eyes as he pointed at the chips, shamelessly making a scene.

Chips—don’t all kids like them?

Lin Nuan usually didn’t consume food like that. She pushed the trolly in front of the shelves, grabbed a bag of chips and carefully read the instructions written at the back of the packaging.