Chapter 45 – So Sister Huan‑Huan is actually “His Highness the Cat”?

Online quarrels usually cool down in real life—or so Li Huan‑huan has always believed.

Apparently, Da‑Mengmeng, Xiao‑Mengmeng and their pals don’t share that view.

“Nothing major,” says the boy with bean‑shaped eyes, smirking. “We just wanted to meet you. This is Da‑Mengmeng, this is Xiao‑Mengmeng, and this is Brother KK. I’m A‑Dou.”

Li Huan‑huan remembers him: a gaming streamer who stirs up drama with click‑bait videos.

“What do you want?” she asks.
Their attempt to unmask her irritates her, and the way they ogle her makes her skin crawl.

“Don’t be so defensive, ‘Your Highness the Cat,’” chirps Xiao‑Mengmeng in her bow‑knot dress and heavy influencer makeup.

“So?” Li Huan‑huan’s voice is flat.

“Xiao‑Meng, quit wasting breath on people like her,” KK cuts in, scanning Li Huan‑huan’s cheap T‑shirt and sweatpants. He doesn’t spot a single item worth more than a hundred yuan and looks even more contemptuous. Turning to Xiao‑Mengmeng he says, “Didn’t you fancy that new X‑brand handbag? I’ll buy it for you.”

“Thank you, KK‑ge! You’re the best!” She clings to his arm while the others shower KK with praise.

“Do you know who KK‑ge is?” sneers A‑Dou. “He’s an exec at a big firm—rich, handsome, and totally spoils our Xiao‑Meng.”

To Li Huan‑huan, he resembles a palace eunuch preening beside an emperor’s favorite concubine.

“And this concerns me… how?” she begins.

“It concerns you a lot,” A‑Dou interrupts. “Where’s your No. 1 fan—the ‘Hot‑Pot‑or‑Barbecue’ guy?”

“Woof!”

A husky’s bark cuts him off. Only now do they notice the dog squatting at Li Huan‑huan’s side.

“Don’t you raise cats, Your Highness? Why bring a husky?” Da‑Mengmeng asks.

“Yeah! Where’s your white cat? Are you trying to milk the anniversary event for clicks by starting a ‘dog‑owner’ account?” A‑Dou snaps.

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Li Huan‑huan mutters behind her mask.

“Woof!” The husky growls, sensing her tension.

Startled, the group backs off. Li Huan‑huan tugs the leash. “Sit, Barbecue.”

The dog wags once but keeps a wary eye on them.

“Wait—‘Barbecue’?” Xiao‑Mengmeng’s eyes widen. “‘Hot‑Pot‑or‑Barbecue,’ avatar of a husky… Don’t tell me your rich top donor is this dog? Or worse—your own alt account?”

Li Huan‑huan freezes, then glances at the husky’s blue eyes. Hot‑Pot‑or‑Barbecue… “just call me Barbecue”… same blue‑eyed husky meme… No, that’s ridiculous, she thinks—but her momentary blankness looks like guilt to the others.

“So it is your sock‑puppet!” A‑Dou pounces.
“Pretending to be a whale when you’re broke?”
“Buying gifts for yourself to farm revenue?”
“Society is doomed,” sniffs KK.

Speechless, Li Huan‑huan exchanges a look with Barbecue. Woof! Yup, they’re hopeless—time to leave.

“Barbecue!” a familiar voice calls. The dog swivels; Li Huan‑huan turns and quietly exhales in relief.

“Running off again? If you keep this up, I won’t bring you next time!” Dongfang Jiao scolds, rubbing the husky’s head.

“Woof?” Barbecue tries to wriggle free but fails.

“Big sis, it was you!” Jiao beams at Li Huan‑huan. “Security said a lady walked off with him, and you’re the only one he’d follow.”

Li Huan‑huan forces a smile, still embarrassed about deleting Jiao’s contact. Then Jiao says “we,” meaning someone else came too…

A poised woman in her forties approaches—white blazer, wavy bob, low heels, and a familiar brow line.

“Jiao‑Jiao, did you find Barbecue?” she asks, then notices Li Huan‑huan.

Before introductions, an excited voice breaks in. “President Zhao! What an honor to meet you here!” KK has morphed from “big boss” to fawning lapdog.

Zhao’s polite smile turns distant. “And you are…?”

“I’m Ke Yi—small Ke—from the C‑city year‑end gala where you spoke,” he babbles, desperate to connect. Zhao nods perfunctorily.

Seeing Zhao glance at Li Huan‑huan, Ke Yi seizes the chance. “President Zhao, do you know her? She’s just a minor streamer called Your Highness the Cat—”

“Hey—!” Li Huan‑huan tries to stop him, but it’s too late.

“Big sis Huan‑huan, you’re Your Highness the Cat?!” Dongfang Jiao gasps, eyes darting from dog to woman. She knows Barbecue adores a cat streamer named “Your Highness,” and her cousin even made him the account “Hot‑Pot‑or‑Barbecue” so the dog could watch streams. While her cousin’s been moping over a breakup with Huan‑huan, everyone else missed the obvious: the beloved cat is Huan‑huan’s own!

Jiao’s eyes shine—fate or cruel twist? Meanwhile Li Huan‑huan, mortified that Ke Yi blew her cover, notices Jiao’s strange, almost scheming expression… something beyond mere surprise at an online alias.

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