Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 119: The Princess is Very Angry, Impossible to Placate

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: The Princess is Very Angry, Impossible to Placate

The female doctor shook her head, "Can’t tell, but the master of your house sure has a heart of gold."

Her face couldn’t help but turn red as she spoke the final sentence.

A heart... of gold?

"Heh heh..." This time it was Qing Yi who gave a forced laugh.

Someone actually says that Third Young Master has a heart of gold?

Another woman misled by the Third Young Master’s appearance.

"Right, now that the cat has been vaccinated, is there anything we should look out for?"

"Yes, because the immune system starts to react, in the next couple of days, it might experience fever, loss of energy, decreased appetite, or excessive sleepiness. These are all normal responses, usually lasting from 1 to 3 days. It takes about 7 days after the vaccination for a considerable number of antibodies to be produced, which provide some level of protection for the cat. So for a week, be careful not to bathe it, go outside, and make sure to keep it warm."

"Also, a very small number of cats may have an allergic reaction. Allergies usually occur within hours, with symptoms like rashes, swollen eyelids, and even trouble breathing. If you see these symptoms, remember to come find me immediately."

"Okay," Qing Yi noted.

"For the health of both the cat and its owner, the cat needs to be dewormed regularly. I’ll give you some worming medicine and show you how to use it."

"Okay, thank you."

Wen Xiao’ai, who ran out of the pet hospital, glanced at the car parked at the entrance and, throwing a tantrum, took a different route.

Jun Moyan followed her, bending over to pick her up.

But Wen Xiao’ai ran a few steps forward, dodging his hands.

And continued on her way.

"Xiaoguai, where are you going?"

Left with no choice, Jun Moyan followed, not daring to try and pick her up again for fear of provoking her and risking her running away. What if she did?

With so many cars and pedestrians around, it was far too dangerous for such a little thing.

Wen Xiao’ai, still on her high horse, didn’t pay him any attention and kept walking.

Jun Moyan trailed behind her.

His attention fixed on the kitten ahead.

Thankfully, despite being in a mood, Wen Xiao’ai didn’t run around wildly. She knew enough to stop when crossing the road.

On the street, a young man more attractive than any male lead in idol dramas was following a kitten with unusually captivating fur that melted hearts, very much girly in appearance.

This endearing scene drew the attention of many passersby, causing them to stop and watch.

Especially the girls, who pulled out their phones to take pictures and record videos.

Circling around Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai.

Listening to the chattering voices around him and sensing those uncomfortable stares, Jun Moyan’s face gradually darkened.

Truth be told, being the subject of public discussion was nothing new to Jun Moyan. However, being followed down the street by a bunch of women with their phones, snapping photos and chatting, was absolutely a first for him.

And the one to thank for this first was the little creature still indulging in a fit of pique.

And to make matters worse, Jun Moyan couldn’t bring himself to be angry at her.

A few minutes down the road, a small crowd of women with mobile phones had already gathered behind Jun Moyan.

Drivers sitting in their cars at the red light observed Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai being surrounded as they walked past.

They thought to themselves: In this world, being good-looking really did have its perks.

Seeing that the number of followers was increasing and even starting to obstruct traffic, Jun Moyan reached his limit, stopped walking, and with a stern face, said coldly, "Stop following us."

The onlookers, seeing Jun Moyan’s grim expression, felt a bit awkward as they put away their phones, their smiles and coyness turning into embarrassment.

They looked at each other, not realizing until then their actions had been intrusive.

"Sorry," some whispered.

Jun Moyan didn’t care to engage with them and lifted his foot to catch up with Wen Xiao’ai, who had gone a little further ahead.