Chapter 67: Poor Little White Meow

Suppressing the intense urge to vomit, we hurried all the way to the Shadow Net Hall.

In my heart, I was deeply grateful to Han Mingxuan. Without him, who knows where we’d be wandering right now.

Little Yun was another matter—her face positively radiant. It was hard to tell if she truly liked Han Mingxuan or not.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the Shadow Net Hall, but Wangchuan was nowhere to be found. So we turned and went to the place where he was temporarily staying.

As soon as we arrived, we saw Rebecca still crouching by Wangchuan’s door. I sighed softly, wanting to take a detour, but she spotted us nonetheless. The ferocity in her gaze was enough to make one feel as though she’d devour us whole.

She tapped the door with her paw, and it opened.

Rebecca’s eyes were even more terrifying than before, yet there was a faint trace of heartache within them. That look reminded me of how earlier I’d circled around Xin’er, only to be completely ignored as she pounced into Han Mingxuan’s arms—a look of helpless longing.

Outside, many kittens were still whispering about Rebecca, speculating about whether the master had forgiven her.

But even so, there was nothing I could do.

With my stomach churning, I had no energy to worry about what others thought. So I darted into the hall in a few quick steps.

To my amazement, Wangchuan wasn’t eating. Instead, he was playing on a tablet!

Little Yun and I stared, dumbstruck, as Wangchuan played, while Pei Mu stood beside him, holding a streamer and cheering.

“Don’t distract me, I’m about to lose,” Wangchuan muttered, frowning and visibly tense.

It was my first time witnessing such a scene, and I didn’t dare speak. I simply sat obediently by the side, waiting.

Wangchuan pointed: “There’s water over there. Help yourselves.”

For once, he actually remembered to offer us something to drink. After a moment’s hesitation, parched as we were, Little Yun and I hopped onto the table to drink.

The tablet beeped and chimed for quite a while until Pei Mu suddenly jumped up, exclaiming, “Yes! You got it! I knew your luck would hold—you’d win the sword this round!”

With that, she showered Wangchuan’s arm with kisses. “Mwah mwah mwah—!”

“Alright.” Wangchuan handed the tablet back, waving her off. “Go on now… Just remember the promise you made.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Pei Mu nodded furiously, retrieving the tablet and grinning at whatever was on the screen.

After Pei Mu left, Little Yun and I were about to jump down from the table when Wangchuan approached us.

A faint thrill rose in my heart, as if I were being valued at last.

“All accounted for?” he asked, watching us.

Little Yun and I nodded eagerly, then opened our mouths, ready for Wangchuan to extract the souls.

First, Wangchuan reached out. Second, she removed the soul from Little Yun’s belly.

Little Yun let out a happy sigh of relief. Then it was my turn.

But when Wangchuan’s hand reached my mouth, she turned to Little Yun and said, “Alright, that’s enough. Go get ready—move into the Guardian Cat’s den.”

“But Qianqian—” Little Yun began, but Wangchuan shot her a look.

Little Yun shuddered all over, leaped down, and ran off.

What did that mean?

“Ah—” I opened my mouth and pointed inside, signaling to Wangchuan not to forget to take my soul.

But Wangchuan simply sat down in a nearby chair and, only after Little Yun had left, spoke.

“Did you drink water?”

“I did.” The soul in my belly was foul and restless, making me uncomfortable.

I was desperate for him to take it out, but couldn’t understand why he was sitting there so leisurely, refusing to remove my soul.

“Drink some more.” He poured water into a small dish, his tone almost commanding: “Finish it.”

I smacked my lips, not daring to argue, and bowed my head to lap at the water. Only when the dish was completely empty did I open my mouth again, waiting.

Still, Wangchuan made no move to extract the soul. Instead, he poured another small cup of plain water into the dish.

“Keep drinking.”

“Master, I can’t drink anymore.” I licked my lips, troubled.

My stomach was already distended from the soul; though the water eased my thirst, now my belly sloshed with every movement, and even stepping forward felt uncomfortable.

“Hmm?” Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, issuing no further orders.

But that silence scared me more than any words.

So I could only continue lapping the water without a sound.

This time, I drank much more slowly. By the end, my tiny cat belly could barely hold the third dish. I swallowed while hiccuping.

When I finally finished the last drop, I was panting heavily, my mouth wide open, paws clutching Wangchuan’s wrist, silently begging him to take the soul out.

“Master—” I tried to speak, but the soul inside me swelled so much I thought it might escape, so I quickly shut my mouth.

“What’s wrong? Our little white cat looks so pitiful.” Wangchuan smiled, reaching out to stroke my neck.

I panted, my belly now a round, taut ball—utterly miserable.

Part of me wanted to throw up, while the souls inside jostled, itching to escape. I clawed at Wangchuan’s hand, lost and overwhelmed.

“Master, I feel awful. Please… just take the soul out.”

“Where does it hurt?” Wangchuan’s reply was as brief as ever.

I patted my own belly with a paw. “Here. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Stomachache?” Wangchuan chuckled. “If your tummy hurts, let’s give it a rub.”

I recoiled a few steps, terror written across my face.

“Not letting me touch you again?” Wangchuan frowned, amusement in his eyes, but there was a hint of anger too.

I hastily shook my head and stepped back to my original spot.

Wangchuan placed his hand on my belly and began to rub. But it wasn’t a stomachache—it was that I was bloated with water, which was an entirely different matter!

Seeing the smile in his eyes, I couldn’t help but feel bullied.

I desperately wanted to burp, but feared that if I opened my mouth, the soul would slip out. If even one or two escaped and Wangchuan changed his mind about letting Little Yun become a Guardian Cat, what would I do?

So I clenched my jaw, eyes nearly bulging.

After a while—whether it was Wangchuan’s soothing touch or my own digestion—I began to feel less bloated and could finally catch my breath.

Once I’d settled down, I saw Wangchuan pouring yet another cup of water. “Here, drink.”

“No, no, no!” I sprang up in terror. “Master, I was wrong!”

“What did you do wrong?” Wangchuan didn’t push the dish toward me, as if waiting for my answer.

But in my panic, I had blurted it out without knowing what I’d done wrong.

I blinked helplessly, unable to answer. Soon, Wangchuan slid the dish in front of me anyway.

“Master…” I looked at him, on the verge of tears. “What did I do wrong, master? Tell me, I’ll change, I promise…”

My anger had been washed away by the discomfort. Facing someone as heartless as Wangchuan, I’d long since learned to yield. I gazed at him with all the misery of the world.

“I told you not to ask friends for help,” Wangchuan replied, smiling.

I froze, then understood what he meant. “But master, he didn’t help… I ate it myself—it wasn’t something he caught. It was all coincidence…”

“I know,” Wangchuan nodded. “That’s why I didn’t punish you.”

I shrank back two steps, tail instinctively tucked between my legs.

So he’d been planning to punish me?

“Master, I…” My lips trembled with fear.

“Drink,” Wangchuan said with a smile, making a courteous gesture, as if he truly were being polite.

I frowned, forcing myself to lap up the water, glancing at him between sips.

His face remained unmoved. When I finally finished, bloated nearly to bursting, I lay across the table, able only to pant.

“It’ll be dark in two hours. Tonight, you’ll stay here.” With that, Wangchuan began undressing to go to bed, then remembered something and reminded me with a smile, “Don’t run around.”

I nodded miserably. With my stomach so distended, I had no desire to move anyway.

So I lay obediently on the table, enduring the discomfort in silence.

Two hours later, just as he’d said, I found myself desperate to move—for after so much water, I badly needed to pee!