Qilan, dead broke and down on her luck, woke up one day as a cat.
The man holding the milk bottle in front of her was none other than the billionaire who had fired her.
She kicked the bottle out of his hand and bit his nose until it was red.
Later, Qilan went back to work as a private butler in a hotel presidential suite, still serving that same impossible billionaire.
But now she could switch effortlessly between human and cat.
From then on,
You work during the day, I hit the clubs at night.
You take the couch, I take the bed.
Everyone knew the billionaire kept a fierce cat at home, fed the finest food, showered with cash, and he couldn’t even pet it if the cat wasn’t in the mood.
But the truth was,
One day while playing, Qilan bit his Adam’s apple until it turned red.
He smiled: “Well, since I’ve already let it slip, I guess I’ll stop pretending.”
As the sunset blazed across the sky, his voice was soft, his palm burning hot.
“Lanlan, whether you’re a human or a cat, you’re going to let me hold at least one, right?”
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