Reborn as My Mortal Enemy, the Movie Emperor’s Cat

After a car accident, superstar Fang Ye turns into a cat. Even worse, he gets picked up and taken home by his own nemesis, movie emperor Song Zhuchen. Meow meow meow? What he never expected was that this aloof, elegant, impossibly smug movie emperor was actually a hopeless cat lover in private. Heh, maybe it’s time to settle the score for all those things he did before. Fang Ye immediately and decisively climbed onto Song Zhuchen’s head. You used to call me a pretty face. From now on, call me Your Majesty. Thank you. When Fang the cat successfully rubbed cat hair all over the couture clothes in the movie emperor’s walk-in closet, Song Zhuchen picked up the feline, who was wearing a challenging expression, and asked worriedly, “You’re shedding so much. Are you sick?” When everyone watched in horror as the cat scrambled all over the famously germophobic Movie Emperor Song and cried that the cat wouldn’t live much longer, Song Zhuchen calmly caught him when he nearly slipped off after missing a step with one paw. “You little rascal.” And when Fang the cat got carried away and built a dazzlingly gaudy cat bed on the movie emperor’s bed, Song Zhuchen even pulled the cat out and cuddled him in his arms. “How about I hold you while you sleep?” Meow. L-look, seeing how well you take care of people, I’ll spare your life tonight. No need to kneel and sing ‘Conquer’ for me. You may rise! * After Fang Ye died, Song Zhuchen shut himself away and stopped going out. His friends finally dragged him out to clear his head, but soon after leaving, he got stepped on by a cat. The little furball was tiny and filthy, but had an unbearably smug, asking-for-a-beating attitude. As if possessed, the great movie emperor took the cat home. Song Zhuchen always felt that the cat was a lot like Fang Ye: shameless, mischievous, greedy, and a complete layabout. It was practically Fang Ye in cat form. One day, Song Zhuchen once again turned down the people throwing themselves at him, saying that someone at home was formidable and kept him on a tight leash. That was certainly true. If he didn’t get home soon, the little troublemaker was probably going to flip over his food bowl. Except The movie emperor came home carrying some golden, crispy dried fish. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a cat-eared beauty frantically trying to steal one of his shirts. Beneath the still-unbuttoned white shirt was a familiar, beautiful, fluffy tail. Movie Emperor Song’s eyes narrowed dangerously... Fang Ye quickly took stock of the damage he’d done: the huge sofa he’d shredded, the bathrobe covered in cat hair, and, worst of all, the cat bed on the big bed... Song Zhuchen curled his lips into a smile and said, word by word, “You’ve ruined so many of my things. How are you going to make it up to me?” “How am I going to make it up to you...” Fang Ye, caught red-handed: “Stop! Don’t touch my tail! No, wait... shut up... Mmph! My shirt!” Movie Emperor Song’s three daily questions of the soul: “Don’t you love walking all over my bed? How about I let you walk all over me today?” “Don’t you love biting me? I think it’s my turn today, isn’t it?” “Don’t you love wrapping your tail around me? Why did you stop? Hmm? You’ve run out of strength after just one night?” A proud, flirtatious, calculating little cat of a bottom x an apparently cold but actually unhinged, obsessive top ★★★Content warnings★★★ 1. This is an entertainment-industry novel. Because of his role, the top will film a movie and have some scenes with minor supporting characters, but the leads are always each other’s one and only. 2. There will be flashbacks to the leads’ past. 3. The cat remains a cat in the early chapters. He’ll be exposed and turn human from the middle of the story onward. ***I’ve done my best to flag potential landmines, and have deliberately posted a few chapters late to reveal any possibly triggering plot points early. If this isn’t for you, please don’t force yourself to read it. Just X me out. Thank you, and a deep bow!*** ★★Currently drafting the full infinite-flow novel, Rules of the Haunting: I Break the Rules by Nitpicking★★ [A sickly but badass lawyer bottom who takes on the world x a ruthless, taciturn, deceptively gentle god top] The unlucky lawyer An Rao opened his eyes and found himself trapped in an amusement park. Bad news: Lose a game, and you’re punished. The kind of punishment that kills you outright. Good news: It’s an amusement park governed by horror rules. Rules? Rules make things easy. Adjusting his glasses, An Rao, dressed in a sharp suit, turned and strode into the game with confidence, as if he were heading to a trial he was sure to win. Everyone gleefully waited to see the genteel, sickly beauty sobbing and begging on his knees for someone to carry him through. But no one could have imagined that this invalid, who coughed three times with every step, would not only cut down every god and demon in his path. But also... [Rules for the Pirate Ship: The pirate ship must remain balanced. If an odd number of players enter, the game will undergo uncontrollable mutation.] An Lawyer shouted at the hideous evil spirit before him: “Objection! Balance depends on weight, not number. Whoever wrote this rule has no grasp of basic physics. An unjust law is no law at all, so the mutation is invalid!” [Rules for the Ferris Wheel: There are no red cabins on this ride. If you see a red cabin stop in front of you, do not enter. You will be responsible for the consequences.] An Lawyer sat inside a cabin filled with terrifying ghosts. “Objection! This rule completely ignores the rights of color-blind players. It’s an unfair standard-form contract, and therefore invalid.” Rules for Hide-and-Seek... Rules for the Jungle Train... Rules for the Puppet Theater... The rule-bound monsters in each game instance were driven to the brink of insanity by An Rao’s nitpicking. In the end, whenever they saw him enter their instance, they began trembling in fear. “This proves that the people who wrote the amusement park rules, or rather, the evil god who created the park, have a very weak sense of the law,” An Rao patiently told the man beside him, who was ripping monsters apart with his bare hands as he picked holes in the rules. “Once we’ve smashed the amusement park and killed the evil god, I’ll teach you to obey the law.” “Sure, sure,” said the evil god, earnestly nodding after just being criticized for his weak sense of the law. “You have to teach me properly!” Theme: Don’t judge people by their looks alone. See their beautiful hearts and souls of gold.