Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

in a dream.

The western-style house with the gorgeous red walls and spires seems to be dyed with a layer of dim light.

bang-

The gold-rimmed porcelain cup was thrown out of the door with force, and it rolled on the floor several times and smashed to pieces.

The silent servant next to him didn't even lift his head, he just picked up the broken pieces of porcelain numbly. I don't know how many times this kind of thing happens every day in this room.

They are used to it.

"Don't move!" A hysterical female voice came from inside, her voice shrill and harsh.

In the room, an eight- or nine-year-old boy stood stubbornly in the middle of the room, leaving a bloodstain on his forehead, with a few pieces of tea sticking embarrassingly on it.

Xiangbi's porcelain cup slammed heavily on the boy, and then bounced back to the ground.

If it was shattered like that, the strength to drop the cup should not be small.

Bright red blood flowed slowly down the boy's forehead.

But despite this, the young boy did not cry, not even a trace of superfluous expression.

Because he has long known that apart from silence, no matter what he does, it will only make that person worse.

Song Mingwei sat in the shadows, her face was indistinguishable from light and dark, looking at the boy in the room, a distorted and painful smile flashed on her face, she repeated nervously to the boy: "Why is your surname Fu? Why keep Fu? Family blood? It's all your fault, not you, I won't be like this now."

Even though he had heard this word countless times, the boy's heart was already numb.

It's just that the boy also had a desire for warmth when he was young.

He once thought that everyone was the same as him, until he secretly watched other children with their mothers, their mothers smiled tenderly, and the little children knew that they were different.

The boy was keenly aware that Song Mingwei didn't like him.

why?

Is he not good enough, or he is not good enough.

In the afternoon, he secretly ran to see his titular brother, and saw the innocent and happy boy in his father's arms.

He walked up carefully, looked at the man who was his father, looked at him with longing and admiration, looked at the man nervously and expectantly, and wanted to tell him all his grievances.

But the man smiled and asked who he was.

At that moment, the young boy suddenly understood.

There is no reason, because life is not fair.

Some people are born with everything, and some people have nothing.

He suddenly woke up, and the precocious boy suddenly realized a fact—

Not all parents love their children, Song Mingwei hates him.

After throwing away the carefully treasured photo of his father, he returned to this dark cage without any resistance to those who followed his grandfather.

The aloof master of the Song family used this method to pierce his unrealistic dreams, suppress his rebellion, and tell him the most real, cold and piercing world.

From then on, the boy knew that no one in this world would love him unconditionally.

To leave this hell, he can only rely on himself.

Only myself.

Song Mingwei looked at the boy in front of her, and she felt inexplicable.

This child has grown up slowly, and no longer has the look of fear in his eyes as he did when he was a child.

Gradually, she could no longer control him.

She fell into madness, looking at the boy's increasingly father-like face, she hysterically smashed the teapot on the table at the boy.

The boy didn't dodge, and he took the hot water to burn the boy's arm red, but the boy didn't care at all.

However, he stubbornly raised his head and looked at Song Mingwei and said firmly, "I'm not wrong."

He was right from the end to the end.

It was not his fault that he was born in the Song family.

It wasn't his fault that he had the Fu family's blood.

He can submit to Song Mingwei for anything, but this one cannot.

Because he clearly knew that if even he denied himself.

Then in this world no one will be sure of themselves.

He will be completely engulfed by darkness.

In the middle of the night, the sky is full of moon and stars.

The moonlight shines on Fu Xiao's face through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, his originally stern brows were slightly wrinkled, and his breathing became rapid.

The little sugar cake was woken up, he looked at Fu Xiao's appearance, approached carefully, and anxiously patted Fu Xiao's face with a meat pad.

The warm feeling on his face made Fu Xiao suddenly wake up from the nightmare of his youthful past. He opened his eyes, and Fu Xiao was a little absent-minded before turning his eyes gradually.

As soon as I looked down, I saw the fluffy cat face magnified by Little Candy Cake because it was very close, and Little Candy Cake looked at him with a pair of jewel-like eyes with worry, and the pink nose tip was very close, and there was a burst of damp heat. a feeling of.

Fu Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, and started from the head of the bed, half-supporting, the nightgown slipped off, revealing his lean and strong chest.

It's just that there are always all kinds of scars on the originally smooth skin.

Fu Xiao couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched his forehead.

The scar is still there.

For some reason, I dreamed of that afternoon again.

He clearly remembered that day, when he sneaked out to find his so-called father, but found that he had no trace in his so-called father's life.

After giving up, he followed Old Master Song's secret journey and returned to Song's house.

He never gave in in front of Song Mingwei that day. In the end, it ended with him kneeling on the broken pieces of porcelain. Since that day, Song Mingwei, like a madman, became more and more aggressive. There were times, even if he was as strong as Fu Xiao, he was afraid of himself when he was young. will not survive.

But the Song family's personal doctor was obviously more powerful than he thought.

In fact, at the back, he was not afraid of Song Mingwei.

Song Mingwei is not scary.

What is terrifying is that the high-ranking ruler of the Song family, the old man who has competed with Father Fu for the stars all his life, doesn't have to be inferior to Father Fu in his methods and temperament.

The love for his daughter and the hatred for the Fu family made him acquiesce and even defend and suppress such a sick and filthy Song family.

The meowing sound of Little Candy Cake sounded, Fu Xiao lowered his head, and saw Little Candy Cake, who was trapped in the quilt and almost integrated with the quilt, was trying his best to climb towards him.

Fu Xiao's brows had just been covered with haze in the dream, and he stretched out his arms and hugged the small sugar cake in his arms.

The fluffy tail of the small sugar cake rubbed around in his arms, his front paws were on his arm, and he let out a satisfied cry.

Fu Xiao looked at the moonlight, his thoughts drifted further and further away.

After growing up, he was fortunate countless times that in the process of fighting against the Song family, he always believed and insisted that he was not wrong when he was young.

At that time, although the young self did not understand the meaning of such perseverance, and such perseverance even made Song Mingwei even more intensified, but he stubbornly insisted on this point and did not flinch at all.

But now I understand.

It is precisely because of this trivial persistence that he has never been destroyed in the darkness.

Physical torture can hurt for a while, but time will heal everything in the end.

However, the destruction of the soul and the denial of personality will completely destroy a person's life.

Even though he has experienced so much in the Song family, he has never questioned or denied himself, nor has he blamed himself for everything he said he encountered.

Thinking back, he couldn't remember why he was so persistent when he was young and didn't know the world.

He can only attribute this to the last ounce of mercy from God to him.

But now, he has gone all the way to this position, and he has already been able to do whatever he wants.

Just a little uneasy.

The warm dumpling in his arms moved.

Fu Xiao lowered his head to meet those azure blue eyes.

Those eyes are as pure and clear as the sky.

Fu Xiao had already realized that Little Sugar Cake was a bit too smart. Under its body, it seemed that there was a soul equivalent to him, but whenever he tried, that soul would always pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But he knew that the soul was delicate and kind, gentle and cunning.

He could even feel the cautiousness of the soul when it approached him, the trust and dependence on him, and even aggrieved for himself, injustice for himself, and joy for himself.

This feeling has never happened before, but unexpectedly filled his heart full of cracks and healed his battered soul.

He has sent people to investigate the origin of the small sugar cake.

No matter what the result is, he can happily accept it.

Little Sugar Cake turned to look at the scar on Fu Xiao's abdomen, full of heartache.

Fu Xiao touched the little sugar cake's head and said, "It's no longer painful." Time has long since washed away all the feelings. He used to be very mindful of exposing his physical wounds in front of others.

But now if it's a small sugar cake, it doesn't seem to matter.

The little sugar cake stepped out of Fu Xiao's arms indignantly, one paw stepped on Fu Xiao's thigh, the other paw pressed against Fu Xiao's scar, raised his little head, and said seriously, "Meow meow meow—"

I will cover you from now on!

What Fu Xiao could hear was the meowing in his ears. He couldn't help but have a doting smile on his lips.

Little Sugar Cake proudly looked at Fu Xiao.

However

cuckoo-

A strange voice sounded between the two of them.

Little Sugar Cake looked around in embarrassment, and withdrew the paw that was on Fu Xiao's thigh.

It's a shame!

Why was his stomach grumbling unsatisfactorily at this time.

What about his majestic and handsome image?

After breaking free from such a dream, Fu Xiao was no longer sleepy.

It was two in the morning.

Fu Xiao saw Little Candy Cake's stomach growling, and thought for a moment. He held Little Candy Cake and two front paws in one hand. Little Candy Cake swayed his back paws like noodles, and raised his fluffy tail. Xiao hugged him, a pair of blue eyes wandering around.

Fu Xiao took out a small plate from the kitchen, looked at his little guy's well-behaved appearance, thought about it, and pulled out a small dried fish, put it in the plate on the table, and pushed it to the small sugar cake.

It's rare to open some meat to the little sugar cake.

I don't know why the little guy likes to eat small dried fish so much.

Little Sugar Cake opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Xiao in disbelief.

Fu Xiao is so generous, he even gave him dried small fish. Did the sun come out from the west?

The little sugar cake lowered her head happily, stuck out her pink tongue, and was about to lick it.

Then he stopped, widened his eyes, raised his furry head and looked at Fu Xiao vigilantly—

Fu Xiao has always been one-of-a-kind. Before letting him eat cat food for a week, he really let him eat cat food for a week.

He was clearly not allowed to eat dried small fish before, so how could he be allowed to eat dried small fish now.

Couldn't Fu Xiao be fishing for law enforcement?

Use this to test whether you still eat dried small fish?

Thinking of this, Little Sugar Cake smiled reservedly, stretched out her white fluffy front paws, her eyes were full of reluctance, blood dripped from her heart, and she pushed the little fish back.