Chapter 125: Just Wait for Me to Spoil You

My heart ached at the thought. Even though the probability seemed incredibly slim—after all, Wangchuan gave me so much more than he gave her—I still couldn't help but wonder. Perhaps any woman in this situation would fall into such irrational musings. If it were true, how terrifying would that be? Even if the odds were one in ten thousand, I had to find out!

I stared at Wangchuan with longing, my lips pursed, feeling a bitter ache in my chest. Yet, he didn't give me the answer I wanted; instead, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"If you think you're more afraid of the pain and don't want to carry the little cub, that's fine. I can just take it out."

"No, no, no..." I waved my hands hurriedly, scooting a little further away from him. "That's not what I meant! I just... I just..."

I didn't know why Wangchuan was angry. Perhaps he was annoyed by my lack of trust. He had asked me if I believed in him just a moment ago... but wouldn't it have been better to just clear things up? Why act so evasive? And why threaten me with the little cub...

Wangchuan looked at me, his irritation and that strange expression in his eyes making me feel as though I were being willful. But... was I? I... I wasn't being willful at all!

"Sleep."

With that final word, I was pulled into Wangchuan’s embrace. I could hear the heartbeat within his chest—steady and rhythmic—proving that he wasn't nervous at all and had nothing to hide. Indeed, he had never hidden anything from me.

Yet, I asked myself: if just a common cat demon appearing before me could make me this furious and cause me to cry as if the world were ending, what would I do if another immortal beast or some bird spirit who truly had a history with Wangchuan were to stand before me?

As I calmed down, I realized how confused I really was. I lay awake for a long time. Wangchuan must have known I wasn't asleep; he could always tell even when I didn't make a sound. But today, he ignored me, perhaps closing his eyes to ponder something.

Until he suddenly rose. I looked at him in a panic, my throat tightening as I swallowed hard. He didn't speak to me, nor did he offer to carry me; he simply dressed, got out of bed, and walked out.

Was he angry? I sat up in bed, unable to suppress the urge to know what he was doing, and snuck out of bed. Through a crack in the slightly open door, I saw that Wangchuan had summoned Jiuyan.

A cat and a man, standing together. My fingers, gripping the doorframe, turned white. I watched them as Wangchuan gave her instructions. Jiuyan looked like a young girl from a romance drama, her hands clasped against her chest, gazing up at Wangchuan with a look of devotion. Even from far away, I could see her tail flicking with joy as she nodded repeatedly.

He was talking to her again...

I had just argued with Wangchuan; why did he have to speak with that cat demon the moment he stepped outside? I had promised to be obedient, and Wangchuan had promised to love only me, so why did he go back on his word so quickly?

I pursed my lips, making no sound, watching them until Jiuyan finally left. Wangchuan curled his lips into a faint smile and turned back. When he entered the room, he saw me clinging to the doorframe, looking pitiful.

Wangchuan couldn't help but laugh out loud. What was so funny? My lips pouted even more miserably. In a situation like this, who had the heart to laugh? My husband was about to be snatched away...

After patting my head, Wangchuan sat back on the bed and let out a long sigh. "Come here."

I immediately went over, intent on asserting my territory, and draped myself over his knees. He absentmindedly stroked my chin, then reached out to pull his large robe over my shoulders.

"What did you go do?"

"Didn't you say you weren't full?"

"Oh..." I nodded, sliding my arms into the sleeves and watching him fasten the buttons for me. Then I heard him ask, with a hint of mockery, "Besides swallowing food, what else can you do now?"

I froze, reaching out to grab the buttons myself. Who said I couldn't? I... I was just used to him doing it for me. I could use a spoon and chopsticks... I... although I was mostly fed, uh... but I could fasten buttons!

After fumbling to fasten them, I collapsed against him again. He reached out to scratch my chin, but because I had been crying so bitterly, I couldn't manage a purr for a long time. Finally, unable to hold it in, I let out a few purrs, squinting my eyes and stretching my neck, waiting for his touch.

Although I used to disdain such gestures, feeling embarrassed as if I were being toyed with, seeing Wangchuan treat Jiuyan the same way made me realize how much I envied it! Moreover, it was undeniably comfortable; the ticklish sensation made my mind drift.

I stayed there, draped over his lap, waiting for him to touch me, until a knock at the door was followed by Jiuyan’s voice. "Master, I'm coming in."

I checked myself in a panic, relieved to find my appearance acceptable—aside from my flushed face. So... I didn't get up. I stayed pressed against Wangchuan’s knees, holding on tightly.

Wangchuan smiled and gave his permission. Jiuyan entered, carrying a large tray laden with smaller plates. She also carried a small, folding rack, which she set on the floor to serve as a makeshift table.

"As you ordered, Master: tender meat, and, um... creamed corn, and this is... stir-fried green beans—they're crispy—and millet rice."

She placed the items on the small table in front of me, gave a slight, squinty-eyed smile, bowed to Wangchuan, and left. That was more like it. She should just leave; I was genuinely worried she might stay and watch! I looked up at Wangchuan, who was still smiling.

"Eat."

I glanced at the food and huffed. Fine, fine. So you fed me a bit too much, but it's not like I don't know how to use a spoon and chopsticks! I had been a human for over twenty years; did I really become an invalid after only a year of being pampered by you?

In a fit of pique, I sat on a small cushion by the table and began to aggressively shovel beans into my mouth with my chopsticks. See how well I could use them? I was eating, but I wasn't... I wasn't... I wasn't happy at all.

It turned out that when I ate by myself, I really wasn't happy. Eating became nothing more than a process of shoving food into my stomach; without him feeding me, something felt missing—the playfulness. Yes, the playfulness.

Big cat teasing little cat—I had grown used to it. The food was as much of a toy to me as a ball of yarn. But eating by myself, it was no longer a toy; it was just simple food, and naturally, it tasted like nothing.

I ate for a while longer, chewing away. The flavor was good, but the act of chewing and swallowing felt dull. When one’s life is filled with joy, a sudden turn toward monotony can make one feel as though their very sense of self has changed. That was me.

So, I looked up at Wangchuan, sitting high up on the bed, with a pitiful expression. Feeling a bit sheepish, I held out my spoon. "Master... will you... will you feed me?"

As I said it, I felt as though I had slapped myself a few times. The restraint I had felt moments ago vanished completely. Instead, I thought: why shouldn't I use my own master and husband? If I ate by myself, what would he do with his idle hands? Feed Jiuyan? That was absolutely forbidden!

He loved being pampered, so I... I... I was justified!

Wangchuan took the spoon, that same unrestrained, lip-curling smile on his face. His thin lips, curved slightly, revealing the fangs that betrayed his wild nature, made my heart race!

"Ah, ah." I pointed to my mouth, opening it and making the "ah" sounds just like I did whenever he fed me.

Fortunately, he didn't make it too difficult for me. A spoonful of corn entered my mouth, and I chewed happily. The taste hadn't changed, but my heart was sweet, so the food tasted especially delicious!

Then, the same question came, accompanied by a spoonful of green beans. "Besides swallowing food, what else can you do now?"

"Nothing at all. I'm just waiting for you to spoil me."

I answered crisply, squinting my eyes, drowning in bliss. Fine, whatever was going on with that housekeeper cat! If she had no shame, I would just have to be even more shameless. There was nothing Wangchuan and I hadn't done together! I wouldn't let some trivial sense of restraint or messy thoughts push my husband away—I’d have no time to cry if that happened!

I wasn't the lady of the house; so what if I were just a pet? Regardless, regardless, regardless—I had staked my claim on this man long ago! He was mine!