Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH59

Chapter 59

Shen Yuchun had quite a few businesses under his name. Although he had support from his family background, things had by no means been smooth sailing all the way.

Take the mall Tang Rong and Shen Muhan had gone to today, for example. A few years ago, Shen Yuchun had wanted to bid on that plot of land, but he failed. The location really was excellent. In just a short time, it had formed a very decent business district. With the addition of frequent novel events, it had become a popular check-in spot for tourists from other planets, and the foot traffic had remained consistently strong.

How could Xiao Han and little Rong go to that awful mall…

Shen Yuchun dejectedly shuffled back to the sofa and sat down. The sofa cover had once again been dragged onto the floor by the husky, so he casually fixed it a little to keep from accidentally slipping again.

The husky charged forward in one burst, jumped onto the sofa, and burrowed into his arms.

The assistant silently opened the elevator and left the place.

The more Shen Yuchun thought about it, the gloomier he felt. He opened his optical brain and posted an emo status update:

[Today was a super miserable day.]

Who would have thought that only a short while later, he would receive a like and a reply.

“Xiao Qiu” liked your post.

Xiao Qiu replied: [Hug hug]

Shen Yuchun shot up from the sofa like a spring-loaded doll. The husky got startled by him and stared at him with a deeply puzzled dog expression.

He had always secretly lurked on Xiao Qiu’s page. He almost never posted anything himself, and even when he did occasionally post, he would hide it quickly, afraid he might say something Xiao Qiu wouldn’t like. On top of that, because Xiao Qiu had no impression of this account at all, she might directly delete him from her contact list if she noticed him lying there quietly.

He had originally planned to delete this post quickly too… who knew Xiao Qiu would actually see it! And not only see it, but even reply to comfort him!!

This was practically a milestone-level breakthrough!

He had known it—last time, gathering the courage to like Xiao Qiu’s post had absolutely been the right move.

Shen Yuchun ran several laps back and forth around the office to vent the excitement in his heart. Thinking he was playing with it, the silly dog also ran several laps after him.

…

On the other side, the two radish-squatting little cubs had almost finished the buns in their hands.

Shen Muhan ate faster. Seeing that, he stood up and went to buy Tang Rong another bun.

The shop owner thought the two little children were adorable and packed two for them.

The pumpkin buns were very small, only about the size of a child’s fist, and not expensive either.

Shen Muhan and Tang Rong each got one, and the two of them could crouch there together and keep nibbling.

Tang Rong took the bun and smiled until his eyes curved.

“In a little while, I’ll take you to eat the milk-flavored little buns and toasted bread slices that Qi Fu mentioned,” Shen Muhan said, crouching back down beside him.

He had to treat little Rong super, invincibly well, so that when little Rong eventually found out he was the little snow leopard, he wouldn’t be quite so angry.

Dad had said that if you did something wrong, you had to work hard to make up for it. He really was trying to make up for it now.

“Okay.”

As he nibbled, Tang Rong’s gaze suddenly fixed on something not too far away and stopped moving.

Shen Muhan followed his line of sight and saw a child in shabby clothes crouched beside a city trash bin.

The child looked to be around their age, only four or five years old, but very thin and dirty. He was rummaging through the trash bin for something. He wasn’t tall enough, so he had practically climbed halfway onto the bin to reach the things inside.

Nearby, a cleaning robot brought over a load of new trash. Detecting that someone was there, it dumped the garbage into the neighboring bin.

Seeing this, the child immediately moved to rummage through the other trash bin.

Very soon, he found a box of mixed noodles that had only been half eaten and cradled it in his hands as if he had found treasure.

Tang Rong took in the entire scene, pressed his lips together slightly, and suddenly said to the person beside him, “Little Han-brother, can I give this bun to that little friend?”

“Of course,” Shen Muhan understood immediately. He handed over the bun in his own hand too, the one he hadn’t eaten yet. “Give him mine too.”

Afraid of spilling the noodles, the child set the container on the edge of the bin. He meant to jump down first and then reach up on tiptoe to take the noodles.

Unexpectedly, when he jumped down, he didn’t land steadily. His body lost balance and he fell straight over.

The child seemed long accustomed to falling. Just as he was about to grit through the pain, climb back up, and grab the noodles he had finally found, he suddenly saw a small figure rushing toward him and helping him to his feet.

Before the child could even react, two warm, fragrant buns had already been stuffed into his hands.

“These are for you. Be careful.” Tang Rong didn’t say anything like don’t climb trash bins so high anymore, because he knew that for a child like that, not climbing could very likely mean starving to death. Once upon a time, that had been true for him too.

The child blankly said thank you. Although his cheeks were thin, his features themselves were good, especially his bright, spirited eyes—like those of a stubborn and pitiful little stray puppy.

Tang Rong smiled at him, didn’t say anything more, and turned away.

From a distance, the child saw that the little friend who had given him the buns took the hand of another little child and said something to him before following the adult away.

Another trash-cleaning robot was approaching. The child snapped out of his daze, remembered something, grabbed the noodles he had worked so hard to find, and ran off quickly.

His little sister wouldn’t have to go hungry today after all.

…

After leaving the bun shop, Tang Rong told Shen Muhan many things about his old life on the garbage planet.

Shen Muhan listened with great seriousness and gradually understood that little Rong had given buns to that child not only out of pity, but because he had seen his own former self in him.

At the same time, Shen Muhan also understood why little Rong liked pumpkin buns so much—why he liked them even more than expensive, delicate little cakes.

Shen Muhan silently made up his mind: once he got back, he would learn how to make pumpkin buns. That way, little Rong would never have to worry about not having pumpkin buns to eat again.

The butler listened seriously too.

He had always been afraid to ask Tang Rong about certain things from his time on the garbage planet, worried that it might stir up unhappy memories. But if Tang Rong was willing to talk about them on his own, then he would listen with his full attention.

As he listened to Tang Rong talk about the past and looked at the soft little fullness that had finally grown onto his cheeks, a warm and relieved softness flickered through the butler’s eyes.

Although this was the most prosperous capital planet, disparities between rich and poor still couldn’t be avoided.

Just like some families declined while others rose, accidents happened all the time. Some people might be wealthy one moment and lose everything in bad investments the next, ending up burdened with debt. Unwilling to leave the glittering capital planet, they stayed behind and struggled on. Their descendants then became part of the capital’s poor population. Some managed to build a half-decent life for themselves with their own hands. Others simply fell apart from there.

There were also those who came to the capital planet from other worlds to work and earn money. There were many rich people here. As long as one had some skill and knew how to navigate people, it was possible to scrape together a living.

So encountering a child picking through trash wasn’t strange at all.

The butler silently sent a message to one of his subordinates, asking him to investigate the trash-picking child and find out what his situation was. If possible, he wanted to provide some assistance.

He wasn’t actually a soft-hearted person.

But ever since meeting little Rong, even seeing children who resembled him made it hard not to be moved.

…

That night, after the two little children parted ways, Shen Muhan didn’t transform back into the little snow leopard and sneak back as usual. Instead, he went to the place where he used to live.

His dad and mom had both come to Eden Garden today, and he missed them very much. On top of that, after being sick for a while, he also wanted to act spoiled and cuddle up in their arms.

And besides, there was a small kitchen where he lived—he could start learning to make pumpkin buns tonight.

The moment their son got back, he ran straight for the little kitchen, shouting that he wanted to make pumpkin buns for little Rong. Han Zhi and Shen Chuanqiong exchanged a look and once again read the same five words in each other’s eyes:

“A grown son can’t be kept at home.”

Afraid he might blow up the kitchen, the two hurried after him.

Pumpkin buns actually weren’t difficult to make. While still on the road back, Shen Muhan had already sent a message ahead and had all the ingredients and tools prepared in advance.

Before this, Shen Muhan had never cooked before. Unexpectedly, however, he had quite a bit of talent. His first try fermenting the dough was successful, and with the help of molds, the buns all came out in neat shapes too.

Eating the pumpkin buns that had been steamed until they were soft and fragrant, Han Zhi was deeply moved.

“Our little cub has finally begun to grow up.”

Shen Chuanqiong nodded. “He’s got more talent than I do.”

Shen Muhan packed up all the remaining buns. By now, the sky outside had gone completely dark, so there was no way he could send them to little Rong tonight. He decided he would warm them up again tomorrow morning and have someone deliver them first thing, so that little Rong could eat them as soon as he woke up.

After hearing their child’s plan, Shen Chuanqiong hesitated before saying, “Little Rong’s eldest brother has come back. As soon as he returned tonight, the family took him straight to the recuperation base. Little Rong might not be at home tomorrow.”

Shen Chuanqiong paused, then added, “He may already know about spirit forms now.”

Shen Muhan felt like he’d just been struck by lightning.

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