Transmigrated as the Villain's Cat

in a dream.

The ornate red-walled steeple-roofed western-style house seems to be tinged with a dim light.

bang-

The porcelain cup inlaid with gold was thrown out of the door forcefully, rolled several times on the floor and smashed to pieces.

The silent servant next to him didn't even raise his head, but just picked up the broken porcelain numbly. This kind of thing happens every day in this room.

They have long been used to it.

"Don't move!" A hysterical female voice came from inside, the voice was shrill and piercing.

The eight or nine-year-old boy in the room stood stubbornly in the middle of the room. There was a bloodstain on his forehead, and a few pieces of tea were glued to it in embarrassment.

Presumably the porcelain cup hit the boy heavily before it rebounded and fell to the ground.

If it was smashed into pieces like that, the strength of throwing the cup should not be small.

Bright red blood slowly flowed down the boy's forehead.

But despite this, the young boy didn't cry, and didn't even show any extra expressions.

Because he knew long ago that apart from being silent, no matter what he did, it would only make that person worse.

Song Mingwei sat in the shadows, her face was hard to distinguish, looking at the boy in the room, a distorted and painful smile flashed across her face, she nervously repeated to the boy: "Why is your surname Fu? Why did you keep Fu?" Family blood? It's all your fault, not you, I wouldn't be like this now."

Even though he has heard these words countless times, the boy's heart is already numb.

It's just that the boy also had a desire for warmth when he was young.

He used to think that everyone was the same as him, until he secretly saw other children with their mothers, and their mothers smiled softly, the little children didn't know that they were different.

The boy keenly sensed that Song Mingwei didn't like him.

why?

Is he not good enough, or he is not good enough.

In the afternoon, he secretly went to see his nominal brother, and saw the innocent and happy boy in his father's arms.

He walked up cautiously, looked at the man who was his father, looked at him with longing and admiration, and looked at the man nervously and expectantly, wanting to tell him all his grievances.

But the man smiled and asked, who is he.

At that moment, the young boy suddenly understood.

There is no reason, because life is not fair.

Some people are born with everything, while others have nothing.

He suddenly woke up, and the precocious boy suddenly realized a fact——

Not all parents love their children, Song Mingwei hates him.

After throwing away the carefully treasured photos of his father, he followed his grandfather back to this dark prison without any resistance.

The lofty ruler of the Song family used this method to puncture his unrealistic dreams, suppress his rebellion, and tell him the most real and bitter world.

From then on, the boy knew that no one in this world would love him unconditionally.

To leave this hell, he can only rely on himself.

Only myself.

Song Mingwei looked at the boy in front of her, feeling puzzled in her heart.

This child has grown up slowly, and he no longer shows fear in his eyes like when he was a child.

Gradually, she could no longer control him.

She fell into madness, watching the boy's face gradually resembled her father's, she hysterically threw the teapot on the table at the boy.

The boy didn't escape, and the hot water burned the boy's arm red, but the boy didn't care at all.

But he stubbornly raised his head and looked at Song Mingwei and said firmly, "I am not wrong."

He was right from beginning to end.

It was not his fault that he was born in the Song family.

It's not his fault that he has blood from the Fu family.

He can give in to Song Mingwei about anything, except this matter.

Because he clearly knows that if even he himself denies himself.

Then no one in this world will affirm themselves.

He will be completely swallowed by darkness.

In the middle of the night, the moon and stars are sparse in the sky.

The moonlight shines on Fu Xiao's face through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, his original stern brows were slightly furrowed, and his breathing became short of breath.

Xiao Tanggui was startled awake, he looked at Fu Xiao, approached carefully, and anxiously patted Fu Xiao's face with his meat pad.

The warm feeling on his face made Fu Xiao wake up suddenly from the nightmare of his youth. He opened his eyes, his eyes were a little lost, and Fu Xiao slowly turned his eyes after a long while.

As soon as I lowered my head, I saw Xiao Tanggui's fluffy cat face enlarged because of the close proximity. Xiao Tanggui's jewel-like eyes looked at herself with worry, and the tip of the pink nose was so close that there was a burst of damp heat. a feeling of.

Fu Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, half propped himself up from the head of the bed, his nightgown slipped off, revealing his lean and strong chest.

It's just that there are always various scars on the originally smooth skin.

Fu Xiao couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch his forehead.

That scar is still there.

For some reason, I dreamed of that afternoon again.

He clearly remembered the day when he sneaked out to find his so-called father, but he found that he had no trace of himself in the so-called father's life.

After giving up, he followed Mr. Song all the way and secretly followed his people back to the Song family.

He never backed down in front of Song Mingwei that day. In the end, it ended with him kneeling on the broken porcelain. From that day on, Song Mingwei was like crazy, getting worse and worse. A few times, even if he was as strong as Fu Xiao, he was afraid of himself when he was young. won't survive.

But the Song family's personal doctor was obviously more powerful than he thought.

In fact, in the end, he was not afraid of Song Mingwei.

Song Mingwei is not scary.

What's frightening is that the aloof leader of the Song family, the old man who has been competing with Mr. Fu for the stars all his life, is no worse than Mr. Fu in terms of skills and temperament.

The love for his daughter and the hatred for the Fu family made him acquiesce and even maintain and suppress such a sick and dirty Song family.

Little Sugar Cake meowed, and Fu Xiao lowered his head, and saw that Little Sugar Cake, who was trapped in the quilt and almost integrated with the quilt, was trying to crawl towards him.

Fu Xiao's eyebrows were soft with a layer of haze in his dream just now, he stretched out his arms and hugged Xiao Tang cake in his arms.

Xiao Tangbing's fluffy tail rubbed back and forth in her arms, her front paws resting on his arm, and she let out a satisfied cry.

Fu Xiao looked at the moonlight, his thoughts drifted further and further away.

After growing up, he was fortunate countless times that in the process of fighting against the Song family, the young him always believed and insisted that he was not wrong.

Although the young self at that time didn't understand the meaning of such perseverance, and this kind of persistence even made Song Mingwei intensify, but he stubbornly insisted on this point all the time, without shrinking back in the slightest.

But now I understand.

It is precisely because of such insignificant persistence that he has never been destroyed in the darkness.

Physical torture will hurt people for a while, but time will eventually heal everything.

But the destruction of the soul and the denial of personality will completely destroy a person's life.

Even though he had experienced so much in the Song family, he never questioned and denied himself, nor did he blame himself for everything he said he had encountered.

Thinking back, he couldn't remember why he was so persistent when he was young and didn't know the world.

He could only attribute this to the last sliver of heaven's mercy to him.

But now, he has gone all the way to his current position, and he can already do whatever he wants.

It's just that it's a little difficult to understand.

The warm dumpling in his arms moved.

Fu Xiao lowered his head to meet those blue eyes.

Those eyes are as pure and transparent as the sky.

Fu Xiao has long realized that Little TangGao is a little too smart, and there seems to be a soul under his body that can be equal to him, but whenever he tries, that soul will always pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But he knew that the soul was delicate and kind, gentle and cunning.

He can even feel the cautiousness of the soul when approaching him, the trust and dependence on himself, and even the grievance, grievance and joy for himself.

This feeling has never been felt before, but it accidentally filled his heart full of cracks and healed his soul full of holes.

He has sent someone to investigate the origin of the little sugar cake.

No matter what the result is, he can readily accept it.

Xiao Tanggui turned her head to look at the scar on Fu Xiao's abdomen, her heart ached.

Fu Xiao patted Xiao TangGao's head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore." Time has long washed away all the feelings.He used to be very mindful of showing his physical scars in front of others.

But now if it's a small sugar cake, it doesn't seem to matter.

Filled with righteous indignation, Xiao Tanggui stepped out of Fu Xiao's arms, stepped on Fu Xiao's thigh with one paw, and pressed Fu Xiao's scar with the other paw, raised her little head, and said seriously, "Meow meow meow——"

I will cover you from now on!

But what Fu Xiao could hear was meowing.There was a doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

Little TangGao looked at Fu Xiao proudly.

however

goo goo-

A strange sound sounded between the two.

Xiao Tanggui looked around in embarrassment, and retracted the paw that was on Fu Xiao's thigh.

It's a shame!

Why did his stomach growl uncontrollably at this time.

What about his majestic and handsome image?

After breaking free from such a dream, Fu Xiao no longer felt sleepy.

It was two o'clock in the morning.

Seeing Xiao TangGao's stomach growling, Fu Xiao thought for a while, and held Xiao TangGao's two front paws in one hand. Xiao hugged her, a pair of blue eyes flickering around.

Fu Xiao took out a small plate from the kitchen, looked at his little guy's well-behaved appearance, thought for a while, took out a small dried fish, put it in the plate, put it on the table, and pushed it to Xiaotangbing.

It's rare to prescribe some meat for Xiao Tang Cake.

I don't know why the little guy likes eating dried fish so much.

Xiao TangGao opened her big eyes and looked at Fu Xiao in disbelief.

Fu Xiao is so generous that he even gave him dried fish. Did the sun come out from the west?

Xiao Tanggui lowered her head happily, and stuck out her little pink tongue, about to lick it.

Then his movements stopped, his eyes widened, he raised his hairy head and looked at Fu Xiao vigilantly——

Fu Xiao has always been one-of-a-kind. Let him eat cat food for a week before, and he really let him eat cat food for a week.

He was clearly not allowed to eat dried fish before, so how could he be allowed to eat dried fish now.

Could Fu Xiao be fishing for law enforcement?

Use this to try whether you still eat small dried fish, right?

Thinking of this, Xiao TangGao smiled reservedly, stretched out her white fluffy front paws, with reluctance in her eyes, and pushed the little fish back while bleeding in her heart.