Chapter Ten: Ultimate Breaking Defense
My dear cat.
The adorable Ragdoll cat, Jiao Jiao.
Now, right before me, responding to her owner’s call.
Yet, she only turns her back with a face full of disdain, slowly walking away.
This is a scene Yan Rouwan could never have imagined even in her wildest dreams.
She had thought of countless scenarios where Young Master Sang would bully and torment Jiao Jiao in secret.
But never, in her wildest dreams, did she think it would end like this.
“Jiao Jiao… wait, let me explain.”
“It’s not like that, just hear me out…” Her beautiful eyes were misty with tears, trying to defend herself.
But her beloved cat.
At this moment, had already elegantly and firmly walked away from her.
Even with a gentle leap, she jumped right into Young Master Sang’s arms.
“Sigh.”
Young Master Sang caressed the curled-up little kitty in his arms, while still sneering sarcastically:
“Since ancient times, grass cannot defeat the heavenly drop.”
“My beloved cat, sharing every day together, we’ve sworn countless vows.”
“And in the end, just like that, poof, gone.”
“How ironic.”
He looked up and teasingly glanced at Yan Rouwan: “Honestly, Yan Fairy, if I were Jiao Jiao, I’d feel disheartened as well.”
“Captivated by the enemy, enduring the daily suffering of not seeing her owner.”
“One side must silently endure the enemy’s torment while also worrying about her owner’s safety, unable to sleep at night.”
“When being treated like a toy on the street, what keeps her going?”
“Each and every night spent with her owner!”
Young Master Sang’s voice brimmed with grandiosity: “No matter how much she suffers, she firmly believes that her most beloved owner will not abandon her, that she will come to rescue her from this sea of despair.”
“So, she can’t fall!”
“No matter how much humiliation she faces or how hard it gets, she must hold on!”
“She must wait for her owner to rescue her one day!”
“But then, she suddenly realizes,” Young Master Sang’s tone shifted to one of sorrow, “that her most beloved owner has already found someone new.”
“While trapped in a dark abyss of despair, living every day like a year.”
“Her owner is blissfully enjoying happiness with a new love, lost in their own world.”
“If I were Jiao Jiao, I would feel like I’m not even a cat.”
“…but a pathetic, ridiculous clown.” Young Master Sang sounded mournful.
Of course.
He figured a cat wouldn’t have so many complex feelings.
These words were purely his fabrication.
Just to provoke Yan Rouwan.
And, sure enough, Yan Rouwan took the bait.
Every word of Young Master Sang seemed to pierce her heart.
Yet, despite her unwillingness, she found herself entirely unable to refute.
He was right.
Jiao Jiao had been taken away, oblivious to the torment she was facing every day.
While she, on the other hand, had gradually chosen to forget her sorrow in the company of the Little Black Cat, immersing herself in momentary joy.
Even choosing between them, she was the one who had abandoned Jiao Jiao.
It was her fault towards Jiao Jiao.
“It’s me… I’m the one who let you down…” Yan Rouwan’s gaze was sorrowful and heart-wrenching, drawing pity.
Seeing her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, showing signs of vulnerability.
Young Master Sang immediately seized the moment, continuing to speak:
“I thought Yan Fairy, being with us demon cultivators, was of high moral character, untarnished by worldly vices, looking down upon us filthy beings.”
“However, even someone like me, a mere demon cultivator, knows that one shouldn’t be fickle, but rather single-minded. A close person must be protected at all costs.”
“The indifference shown by Yan Fairy…”
He slowly moved beside Yan Rouwan, his voice carrying a certain magical resonance: “Seems even worse than us.”
“Do you still deserve the title of a righteous Fairy?”
At this moment, Yan Rouwan seemed to have lost her soul.
Her beautiful eyes were vacant and dazed, her charming cheeks left only with sorrow and bitterness, as if she mindlessly murmured to herself.
“Do I… deserve to be a righteous Fairy?”
“Am I truly even worse than a demon cultivator?”
Very good.
Exactly what he wanted, for her to dwell on these thoughts.
Young Master Sang knew why Yan Rouwan was so hard to conquer.
Because she had grown up following the righteous path, protected by the sect, treated like a pristine white lotus.
Such a fairy truly is untouchable, docile, and obedient.
Yet, her worldview was extreme. Everything was either black or white.
There was no worry about being brainwashed by demon cultivators.
In her mind, they were the embodiment of all negative elements, while she represented purity and holiness.
To ally with demon cultivators was a fate worse than death.
Thus, Young Master Sang’s aim was to create a crack in her fortified heart.
To help her realize she’s just human.
She, too, has normal emotions and desires.
She wasn’t special; she was just like everyone else.
Only then, could she accept her transformation more easily.
Watching his indoctrination bearing fruit, Young Master Sang satisfied, prepared to deliver the final blow.
“But, Yan Fairy, there’s no need to be too sad.”
Young Master Sang suddenly switched to a light-hearted tone: “It’s just a cat, after all.”
“Where are there no cats?”
“Even if Jiao Jiao is gone, don’t you still have this Little Black Cat in your arms?”
Yan Rouwan’s dim eyes finally flickered to life once more.
“I’m a kind-hearted person.”
“I keep my promises, and I can’t stand to see others lonely or sad.”
“So don’t worry, Yan Fairy.” Young Master Sang said with a grin, “I promised not to lay a hand on this black cat, and I’ll keep my word.”
“From today onward, this cat in the prison can come and go freely, without any restrictions or danger.”
Yan Rouwan didn’t seem to be listening to Young Master Sang.
Her eyes gradually brightened up with a glimmer of light, as she murmured to herself, as though convincing herself:
“Right… I can’t get hurt.”
“And there’s Little Hei… no, I only have Little Hei left.”
“I have to hold on tight.”
“I’ve already lost Jiao Jiao; I can’t lose Little Hei too—”
After saying that, she tightly hugged the Little Black Cat.
The Little Black Cat seemed a bit uncomfortable from the squeeze, meowed, and then jumped out of her embrace.
Stretching like a lazy cat, it walked around in front of her.
“By the way, Yan Fairy.”
Just as the black cat was licking its paw, Young Master Sang, nearing the door, suddenly said without looking back:
“I forgot to tell you one more thing.”
He slowly turned around, playfully beckoning toward the Little Black Cat with his finger.
Then, under Yan Rouwan’s vacant and vaguely despairing gaze.
The Little Black Cat let out a charming meow.
And then joyfully leaped into Young Master Sang’s embrace.
Not forgetting to turn around and give Yan Rouwan a mocking glance.
“This little black cat…”
“…actually, I’m the one who raised it.” Young Master Sang tilted his head, his smile bright and wide.
