I Was Won Over After Finding a Stray Cat

[Beastfolk cat top / younger woman / composed, dependable CEO bottom]

Mo Jingchun moved to a villa closer to her office and discovered a cat. It could hardly be called a cat, since it was as big as a leopard. Its pale apricot-orange fur gleamed in the sunlight, and it had a long, fan-shaped, flowerlike tail.

The cat knocked on her door. Mo Jingchun thought it over. She happened to need a fashion model, and cats naturally had elegant physiques. Maybe it would be perfect for the job.

She invited the cat to live with her, and it purred.

But the cat was too mischievous. It had the habits of a cat, but the size of a leopard, and its destructive power was astonishing.

After kicking over the TV, overturning the coffee table, knocking down chairs, and smashing vases, the cat sat obediently at the scene of the crime, head lowered in apology.

It was just as skilled at looking pitiful as it was at making a mess.

Mo Jingchun went from sternly scolding it and cutting off its treats to wondering if she was wrong to leave breakable things lying around.

She thought she was the one in control, the one who got to decide what the cat could and couldn't do. But things seemed to be going off track. By the time she noticed something was wrong, the cat had long since abandoned its own bed, claimed half of hers, and shamelessly clung to her, taking her hand and placing it on its belly to demand pets.

The cat drank from her cup, ordered her to brush its fur, followed her everywhere, and hissed at anyone who tried to get close to her.

As she was beginning to doubt herself, the cat sauntered over and nestled familiarly in her arms, demanding, "Stop looking at those files and pet me."

The cat purred and rubbed against her chin, then licked her earlobe. "I'm feeling a little unwell, Big Sis. Stop working, okay?"

"Stay with me for a while. I'm a good kitty, so you should be a good Big Sis too, okay?"

The cat's voice was sweeter than honey. It gently licked her cheek, then whispered something devilish: "You'll take good care of me, won't you, Big Sis? So you have to give me everything I ask for."

Reader's Guide

1. Cat top, CEO bottom.

2. A straightforward sweet romance, no career plot, just fluffy everyday life.

3. The cat can transform into a beastfolk with ears and a tail, roughly the size of a snow leopard.

This is the blurb for my next upcoming story! "Transmigrated as the Crazy CEO's Arranged Marriage Partner." [A genuinely lucky, wonderfully oblivious little sunshine x a blind, sickly, gloomy, and unhinged yandere / reborn / transmigrate into a book / romance after an arranged marriage] [All-female setting, no male accessories, no pregnancy in the story]

After Zhong Ning realized she'd transmigrated into a cannon-fodder character with the same name as her, she regretted not reading the book most of all.

She only remembered the ending her friend had mockingly described: the cannon fodder was forced into an arranged marriage with a big shot, spent all day throwing things around at home, and looked down on her for being blind. In the end, she had both legs broken, her voice poisoned into silence, and was locked in a room, needing someone to care for her for the rest of her life.

As luck would have it, she arrived just as the Zhong family was forcing her to marry. Thinking of that ending, Zhong Ning shivered.

Zhong Ning: I'll pack myself up and deliver myself right to her door!

Xiang He had a face that was almost too beautiful. Her skin was cool and pale, her black hair as dark as ink, and her eyes were a lightless black, like a ghost's.

She said, "I'll deposit a hundred thousand into your account every month. You only have one job: provide your pheromones."

Zhong Ning agreed without hesitation.

She settled into the comfortable life of a pampered house cat. Thanks to her extraordinary luck, she even took up her old line of work, livestreaming card pulls for people.

As for what happened to the protagonist, she didn't care at all. All she wanted was to change her own ending.

Zhong Ning treated Xiang He as her boss. Her boss had a few quirks, like being unpredictable and moody. Sometimes she'd smile brightly and call Zhong Ning to her room, then suddenly turn cold and order her to disappear in three seconds.

Xiang He was generous with her money, and these little quirks weren't a big deal, not even real trouble. At least Zhong Ning ate well at the Xiang house, and both her legs were still attached.

Until one day, she saw Xiang He drunk, no longer cold and gloomy, sitting by the window and quietly crying. Zhong Ning offered her a tissue, but Xiang He pulled her into an embrace. The woman in her arms trembled, her black hair falling around her face. "Don't go, okay? Everyone hates me. Do you hate me too?"

The burning tears soaked through Zhong Ning's clothes. Thinking of the medication Xiang He took every day, Zhong Ning's heart suddenly softened.

A car accident had taken Xiang He's parents and her eyesight. She was a victim too.

Xiang He was reborn.

As soon as she woke up, she planned to order her assistant to call off the arranged marriage, even though Zhong Ning was the only person who was a perfect match for her and could treat her pheromone dysregulation.

She was sick to death of that empty-headed fool who only knew how to let others use her as a pawn.

She didn't expect the doorbell to ring. Zhong Ning was already at the door.

This was Zhong Ning, but she wasn't the same person as before. She was nothing like the vain, hysterical woman from her past life. She was like a little sun, truly shining her light on everyone around her.

Xiang He clenched her fingers. She heard the clear, delicate sound of laughter outside, which vanished as soon as she opened the door.

The next moment, a tear slid from her eye. Xiang He bit her pale lip, and then heard hurried footsteps approach. A concerned voice asked, "What's wrong? Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Is living with me boring? If you want to leave, you can go," she said softly. "I'm blind. Everyone will laugh at me and mock me. You'll be dragged down too, and even the servants in the house..."

"That's nonsense!" Her little sunshine bristled with anger. "Whoever's been spreading those lies, I'll kick them all out when I find them!"

"Don't be sad." Warm, dry hands gently wiped away the tears on her face. "Why would I leave?"

"Really? Do you promise?" Xiang He's eyes turned red at the corners, her expression so fragile that she seemed ready to shatter at any moment.

"I promise!"

Contentedly nestling into Zhong Ning's arms, Xiang He greedily breathed in the faint scent of pomelo blossoms and smiled faintly.

What did it matter? She would make sure the sun stayed by her side alone.

Zhong Ning decided on her own that Xiang He was a poor little thing who'd never been loved, so she couldn't help showering her with kindness and care, hoping to make her a little happier.

Until one day, her step-sister, the supposed heroine, came to see her and showed her a video.

In the video, Xiang He lowered her eyes and said softly, "I won't let a single person from the Zhong family get away with it. Zhong Ning? What does she matter?"

In the end, they were only in an employer-employee relationship governed by a contract. Xiang He's illness was cured, so their agreement had already been fulfilled. Zhong Ning quietly packed her bags and decided to leave the Xiang family.

She deleted Xiang He's contact information and moved to a new place. But that night, while she was livestreaming, Xiang He burst in, eyes red. "Ningning, are you leaving me?"

Reader's Guide

1. This ABO setting has lots of original worldbuilding. Think a tsundere, blackened, yandere maniac x a comforting Samoyed-like puppy. Expect melodrama.

2. Xiang He will lose control, lash out, and even cry like a baby. She can turn on a dime, is moody, jealous, and clingy. Zhong Ning is wonderfully oblivious, naturally lucky, and cheerful.

3. Her eyesight will be restored. No male accessories, no pregnancy in the story, and it's not an Alpha-dominant/Omega-submissive setting.

Theme: Be brave and take action. Don't hesitate.