Yao Tian Yi Novels

The young master of the Shen family was finally found, and he came back with an unexpected tagalong. In S City, the Shen family dominated the business scene, making the grand banquet an especially lively event. Anyone with status in the business world made sure to show up, hoping to get acquainted with the long-lost heir. Rumors swirled about him—how he’d gone missing as a child, endured hardship, and might struggle to shoulder the colossal family legacy upon his return. But when people finally laid eyes on him, all gossip was instantly silenced. The young master was every bit the young master. Coldly handsome, he lounged with half-lidded fox-like eyes, exuding an air of indifference. When someone raised a toast, he barely acknowledged them with a slight nod, his noble presence unmissable. Those who had hoped for entertainment quickly backed off, not daring to approach. Midway through the banquet, a boy walked in wearing what looked like a school uniform, a backpack slung over his shoulders—utterly out of place in the gilded hall. Yet the aloof Shen Huai strode over immediately, casually taking the boy’s bag before picking him right up and carrying him to the buffet table. There, he perched the boy in his lap and fed him cake, bite by bite. The boy squirmed after a few bites, mumbling uneasily, *"Everyone’s staring at me..."* *"Ignore them,"* Shen Huai replied, stealthily giving his backside a squeeze. *"Did you hide your tail properly today?"* *"What about your ears—did they pop out?"* --- Shen Huai picked up a stray cat. Well, more accurately, the cat latched onto *him* after a single bite of his spare ham sausage, clinging to his pant leg—a tiny, clumsy puff of fur determined to follow him. Shen Huai wasn’t the charitable type. Barely scraping by himself, he had no energy to waste on pets. Yet the cat stubbornly trailed him. In the heavy snow, the creature looked so frail a strong gust might have swept it away. Expression blank, Shen Huai didn’t slow his steps—didn’t even glance back. But when he passed a snow-covered path, he paused. Looking back, the cat was gone. His brow furrowed as he retraced his steps, spotting a small trap of snow—only two fuzzy legs and a flailing tail peeking out. *Annoying.* He scowled, yanking the cat out before tucking it into his coat and hauling it home. So when he later found a cat-eared, tail-sporting boy sprawled across his bed, his first thought was still— *Annoying.* How was he supposed to sleep like this? … Well. Turns out, it wasn’t a problem. He slept even better. ---- **Mini Theater** Nian Nian was a tuxedo cat. In human form, aside from his inky hair and eyes, his skin was so pale it almost glowed. Shen Huai loved making him show his tail. The dark fur would tremble, curling around his waist—just the moment Shen Huai would seize it, stroking all the way from the base to the tip. Cat tails were sensitive. With his gripped in the man’s grasp and tugged upward, the boy would dissolve into tears, begging incoherently as he was forced to spill every mortifying plea. Like the slurred, sobbing— *"Dear… please…"*