The sumptuous lunch was soon delivered to the office by the living assistant. It included dishes like chopped pepper fish head and spicy chicken cubes, which Fu Yunshen rarely eats, along with a cup of milk tea that was anything but high-end.

The living assistant, who usually has few responsibilities, had prepared a detailed list of cat care instructions upon seeing that Fu Yunshen had brought a cat with him.

After setting down the lunch tray, the assistant came back with the file and began to open it, saying, “Sir, please take a look. Cats shouldn’t eat…” Before the assistant could finish, they saw the white cat taking a big gulp of milk tea from the fine china cup, and noticing the remaining amount, it was almost gone.

Returning to the file, the assistant read: “Cats cannot drink tea. Tea contains theobromine, which can cause poisoning…”

In front of the white cat were also the two dishes of chopped pepper fish head and spicy chicken cubes, which seemed intended for the cat. The assistant glanced back at the file: “Cannot eat spicy…” The assistant fell silent. Was the sir deliberately trying to poison the cat?

Fu Yunshen, however, said, “Put down the document and go have your meal.”

The life assistant glanced at Fu Yunshen again and noticed that he had indeed seen the content of the document but had no reaction, so it must have been intentional.

Yu Zhou looked at the document on the table, his white fur bristling slightly. Tea… will be poisoned…???

He glanced at the nearly finished milk tea and thought, sob sob sob, after being tortured like this by Fu Yunshen, it’s a miracle I’m still alive! Every meal feels like poison! What kind of karma did I incur to end up with such a demanding boss…

Well, since I won’t die from this, I might as well enjoy the milk tea while it’s still warm!

…

In the afternoon, Yu Zhou picked out several more shows, and Fu Yunshen handed them all over to Huan Yu. After working as an “illegal laborer” for a whole day at the Fu family estate, Yu Zhou returned to find its luxurious cat villa awaiting it. The villa occupied an entire room and was equipped with all sorts of cat-friendly amenities.

However, Yu Zhou, who was already exhausted, could no longer find any joy in it. “Fu Yunshen! No matter how rich you are, you can’t hide the fact that you’re heartless! You ruthless capitalist, even squeezing the remaining value out of a cat!”

It walked into the cat villa’s cozy nook and, like a human coming home from work, collapsed into its bed, sighing to itself, “Why is being a cat even more exhausting than being a person? Being a person is better!”

Before long, Yu Zhou fell asleep in its nook.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Zhou was jolted awake by loud knocking. It fluttered its long, thick eyelashes and gradually opened its eyes, then groggily got up to open the room door.

His manager, Wang Ran, was at the door, looking anxious. “Xiao Yu, you’ve been sleeping for a whole day and night. Are you okay?”

Yu Zhou, still disoriented, wondered if he had… transformed back? But how did that even happen?

After not having anything to drink for a whole day and night, Yu Zhou’s voice was a bit hoarse, and he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Seeing Wang Ran’s face, he had even less desire to be charming like a kitten. He responded indifferently, “I’m fine.”

Wang Ran, accustomed to his cold demeanor, simply said, “As long as you’re okay. If you had slept any longer, I would have had to call someone to unlock the door.” Although Yu Zhou often slept a long time during vacations, this was the longest stretch he had taken.

Yu Zhou turned and walked back into the room, drawing the curtains. He was vacationing abroad, and there was a bit of a time difference with his home country. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed bright sunlight and the azure coastline with white waves gently rolling in and out, producing a soothing, drowsy murmur.

Wang Ran called out from behind, “Do you want something to eat? What kind of salad would you like today?”

Wang Ran mentioning food made Yu Zhou remember all the spicy dishes he had enjoyed while being a cat: spicy rabbit, spicy chicken cubes, chopped pepper fish head, strawberry mousse, milk pudding, caramel latte… and suddenly, he felt ravenous.

“I want to eat…” Yu Zhou, unable to tolerate not having freshened up for a whole day and night, was brushing his teeth and mumbled, “Spicy hot pot.” Being human was such a hassle; he even had to shower himself.

“What?” Wang Ran didn’t catch it clearly.

“Never mind.” Yu Zhou rinsed his cup and toothbrush, then looked at his flawless skin in the mirror. “Chicken breast salad, then.”

“Also, sort out the recent film offers. I’ll review them after I shower.” He had rested enough during his vacation; it was time to pick his next project. He had seen a few interesting scripts with Fu Yunshen and was quite eager to take on a new role.

Wang Ran’s eyes flickered slightly. “But you just had a two-day break. Already back to work?”

Yu Zhou shot him a cold glance, slightly disdainful. “Just do it, and get out. You know I don’t like people stomping around in my room. It gets smelly.”

After Yu Zhou finished his shower, he ate the bland salad while flipping through the scripts Wang Ran had printed out. To his surprise, none of these scripts were the ones he had picked out with Fu Yunshen.

He even noticed that some scripts, which he had mentally categorized as bad, were among this stack?

Although there were one or two scripts he was interested in, they paled in comparison to those he had seen with Fu Yunshen.

Every year, countless films are waiting to be made in the domestic market, and there are numerous invitations from various production teams for Yu Zhou. Selecting valuable and suitable scripts from these options is no simple task, and coordinating with the production teams is also troublesome.

In the past, he wouldn’t concern himself with these mundane tasks; he would simply focus on acting. Once a project was completed, he would choose from the stack of scripts Wang Ran had selected. Only scripts he was particularly interested in or invitations from renowned directors would warrant his direct involvement.

Now, compared to Huan Yu, he began to realize just how unreliable Wang Ran’s script selection ability was.

Yu Zhou called Wang Ran over and asked, “Did the crew from Night Whisper send me an invitation?” Night Whisper was the first project he picked out while with Fu Yunshen.

It was the first time Yu Zhou had ever inquired about an invitation from such an ordinary production team, which left Wang Ran momentarily stunned. “They did, but it’s not exactly a big production…”

Yu Zhou didn’t bother listening to Wang Ran’s unnecessary commentary and said directly, “Take it.”

Reading a project’s pitch from an investor’s perspective and evaluating a script as an actor are completely different. Night Whisper was a crime investigation drama with a budget of 100 million yuan. While it wasn’t a large-scale production that would blow money on big-name stars or flashy special effects, this budget was more than sufficient for the project. The money would be put to good use for actual filming, and both the writing team and director were well-respected in the industry.

Apart from these objective reasons, the most important factor was that Yu Zhou genuinely liked the character setup in Night Whisper. His instincts told him the show would be a hit.

Wang Ran had no idea how Yu Zhou had come across the Night Whisper team. Though Yu Zhou was known for his impulsiveness, his sudden decision to take this role really caught him off guard.

Wang Ran, thinking of the money others had slipped him, pulled out two more scripts from the stack and said, “Xiao Yu, take another look at The Unparalleled World, a four-billion yuan martial arts epic, and this one, Sweet Punch, a light urban comedy…”

Yu Zhou glanced at them, both of which he had mentally labeled as future flops. He said, “Enough, I’ve already made my decision. Go ahead and negotiate with the Night Whisper team. As for the period drama The Nameless Monument, someone from the studio can take that role. The rest—just forget about them.”

Yu Zhou’s sudden involvement in the studio’s specific affairs made Wang Ran, who had always paid lip service, visibly uncomfortable. But since Yu Zhou was the son of the boss, Wang had no choice but to reply, “Alright, I understand.”

After finishing his salad, Yu Zhou carefully washed his hands and face again before applying a face mask. He stepped on the scale and found that not only had he not gained weight, but he had actually lost a pound from hunger. It seemed that no matter what he ate while in his cat form, he wouldn’t gain weight!

Maybe being a cat was better after all.

…

The next morning at the Fu residence.

Fu Yunshen called out toward the cat villa, “Jiao Jiao, time to go to work.” But there was no response.

He knew that when the cat was asleep, according to the situation, it meant Yu Zhou had transformed back into his human form. That’s why he hadn’t checked last night. But now, Yu Zhou still hadn’t returned—did he run off after being tormented too much?

Fu Yunshen leaned in and picked up the sleeping white cat, deciding to take it to the office with him for the time being.

As he was heading downstairs, Old Madam Fu saw the white cat and, noticing something off, called out, “Jiao Jiao.” When she didn’t get a response, she frowned with concern. “Yunshen, you didn’t overwork Jiao Jiao and make her sick, did you?”

Just then, the white cat woke up. Having skipped dinner the night before, it was now feeling hungry even in cat form. Immediately, it rubbed against Fu Yunshen and let out a soft “meow~.”

Fu Yunshen reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a piece of chocolate, unwrapped it, and fed it to the cat. The white cat instantly started munching away happily.

Old Madam Fu was startled again. “You can’t feed a cat chocolate…”

Fu Yunshen, glancing at his watch with practiced precision, cut her off. “Mom, it’s getting late. I need to head to work.”

Old Madam Fu was left speechless. Does this cat have nine lives? How many of them has my son poisoned away already?

Over the course of a few days, everyone around Fu Yunshen—from his parents and the household staff to his office secretaries and assistants—had come to the same realization: he was a walking disaster when it came to raising a cat. It seemed like he was constantly performing some variation of 100 Ways to Accidentally Poison Your Cat. If there were a walking encyclopedia of Foods Cats Shouldn’t Eat, it would be Fu Yunshen.

Remarkably, the cat had proven to be quite resilient, surviving several days of his creative mismanagement and still bouncing around with energy.

Thus, Fu Yunshen managed to shake off his original storyline’s title of “Cat Lover” and instead earned the infamous title of “Cat-Care Disaster Zone.”

…

Meanwhile, over at Huan Yu, the general manager had been through a whirlwind of emotions ever since Fu Yunshen requested the project proposals:

Mr. Fu is personally selecting a project? How could our small subsidiary, Huan Yu, possibly be worthy of such attention? This is nerve-wracking.

He’s made a choice! If Mr. Fu selected it, it must be perfect!

Wait… did they just say a cat picked it?! Are they messing with me?

Terrifying. What if this “Night Whispers” project flops? Has Mr. Fu fallen for some kind of superstitious nonsense?

Amidst all this anxiety, the general manager suddenly received news that Yu Zhou was interested in starring in the very same project.

He immediately performed a miraculous recovery, jumping up in astonishment!

Even though the team at Yu Zhou’s studio was notoriously unreliable, Yu Zhou himself was the epitome of dependability. Over the years, every project he participated in turned into a hit. No matter how terrible the production, he could always turn things around, reviving even the worst of projects. He was like a lucky charm in the entertainment industry, though much of his success came from his undeniable talent.

Moreover, considering Yu Zhou’s star status, it was as if the production team had stumbled upon an incredible stroke of luck by securing him for their project.

If Yu Zhou was backing a show, it was bound to succeed. The fact that both Mr. Fu’s cat and Yu Zhou had picked the same project…

Could it be that Mr. Fu had a lucky, fortune-bringing cat?