Qin Ziheng was so handsome that his father always suspected he wasn’t his biological son, but the child of “Old Wang next door.” After his parents divorced, his father sent the one-year-old Qin Ziheng back to his hometown to be raised by his grandfather. After years of hard work, he finally made a name for himself and became the only university student in the village. Just when he had achieved success and his parents were begging to acknowledge him again, he was suddenly transmigrated.
He arrived in the Beast World and was carried back to a cave by a male demi-beast.
The demi-beast, Mao Xiaoshu, was a giant orange tabby cat in his beast form and was famous throughout the Fluffy Tribe for being the village fool. Every other demi-beast was hardworking and capable of managing a household, but Mao Xiaoshu was hopeless at everything. Whatever he tried, he failed; whatever he ate, he finished completely. As a result, despite having come of age long ago, no beastman had ever wanted to marry him.
Mao Xiaoshu was adorable, though he always looked a little slow-witted.
Whenever there was food, he’d say, “Qin Ziheng, you eat.”
Whenever there was something fun, he’d say, “Qin Ziheng, you play.”
Qin Ziheng wasn’t interested. After being rejected several times, Mao Xiaoshu stopped acting human at night. With a whoosh, he transformed into a little orange tabby and meowed at him.
Qin Ziheng: “…”
A fluffy orange cat!!
Who could possibly resist that?
The Fluffy Tribe lived in primitive stone houses and caves, surviving entirely by hunting.
On his second day in the Beast World, Qin Ziheng was told that the snow season was about to arrive. Looking at the nearly empty cave, then at the teenage cat who could devour half a barrel of meat in a single meal, he fell into deep thought.
If they wanted to survive in temperatures dozens of degrees below zero, Qin Ziheng had no choice but to take the cat boy out gathering and hunting.
One was foolish, the other skinny. The beastmen of the Fluffy Tribe secretly believed that Qin Ziheng and Mao Xiaoshu would never survive the coming snow season.
Qin Ziheng thought the same.
Looks like I’m done for this time.
But later…
They cultivated farmland.
They fired pottery.
They built houses.
They produced salt.
They raised chickens, ducks, pigs, and cattle.
They no longer had to rely on hunting.
Under Qin Ziheng’s leadership, the Fluffy Tribe flourished, transforming from the poorest tribe into one where everyone could eat their fill every day. The neighboring tribe grew jealous and launched an attack.
Qin Ziheng sighed again.
This time I’m really dead.
Instead, he drove the neighboring tribe back three kilometers and successfully annexed them.
He thought life would finally become peaceful.
Then, after he and the cat boy spent a night together, Mao Xiaoshu’s belly started growing. A few months later, he gave birth to a child. The baby had a king-shaped marking (王) on his forehead and loved roaring whenever he was hungry, frightening all the little rabbit cubs and bear cubs in the tribe into tears.
Qin Ziheng:
I’m already dead.
He wasn’t Old Wang’s son…
But his own son certainly seemed to be.
