My Cat Husband

After we broke up, I cried until my heart stopped.

Shen Yan, meanwhile, posted a photo on his social feed of himself holding hands with his beloved first love, who had just returned from abroad.

Half a month later, he knocked on my door and asked to get back together.

He looked haggard, but his cool expression still carried a hint of arrogance.

"Grandpa had it calculated. If we let each other go in this life, we'll never find anyone more suited to us. Have you forgotten?"

"Let's both give a little and get back together."

Holding the kitten in my arms, I yawned. "There's nothing to discuss. I need to continue my postpartum confinement."

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

But I really had given birth. The precious little darling in my arms was the kitten I had after three months of pregnancy, following a passionate union between me and the tabby cat passed down through my family for generations.

Theme: The face-slapping must be thorough