Married a Big Cat After Transmigrating to the Interstellar Era – CH24

Chapter 24

Uncle Ye asked what it was for and quickly found the right supplies for him, even bringing a set of casual clothes that Jian Mo often wore.

Downstairs at the greenhouse, before giving the items to Jian Mo, Uncle Ye confirmed again, “Are you sure you don’t need me?”

Jian Mo reverted to his own appearance and changed clothes, “No, it’s fine. I’ll just do the best I can with whatever I can make.”

He took the strings, a small smile at his lips, “I just want to make him happy. Offering flowers as a gift is a bit lacking in meaning, after all.”

The best way to coax a sulking child was, of course, to give him a meaningful gift. Compared to delicate works of art, what Shi Xiaowang really wanted was simply someone’s care and attention.

So, Jian Mo planned to make a necklace himself so Shi Xiaowang could wear the longevity lock.

Handicrafts had never appeared in Jian Mo’s twenty-seven years of life, so being asked to make a necklace of the same material was a bit challenging. But braiding was okay—when they were kids, the old Marshal had taught them how to tie knots.

It should be close enough…

Jian Mo brought the materials upstairs and looked at Shi Xiaowang, still sleeping soundly.

Shi Xiaowang slept well. Previously, loud noises might wake him, but ever since receiving the title of heir, perhaps because of increased security, he now slept soundly without disturbance.

Half of his face was buried in the blanket, stray hair sticking damply to his forehead.

Jian Mo pulled the blanket down slightly. Shi Xiaowang seemed liberated, stretching lazily with his arms above his head, rolling over and continuing to sleep, unaware of anyone nearby.

Jian Mo smiled slightly, reached out to stroke the tips of his hair, and sat on the sofa by the bed.

He searched on Xingwang for tutorials on braiding, finding plenty of fancy options. They looked nice, but knowing himself, Jian Mo thought he probably wouldn’t make it to the end—they were too intricate and complicated.

Finally, he chose a simple, elegant four-strand braid and got to work.

The tutorial seemed easy enough. After reviewing it several times, Jian Mo memorized the steps.

Looking at the braided section he had already completed, he was quite satisfied. At this pace, it wouldn’t take long to finish.

He compared the end of the braid to Shi Xiaowang’s outstretched wrist. The red string matched his skin tone perfectly. Jian Mo was pleased; once finished, maybe he could even make a matching bracelet.

But as he tried to continue, he realized he couldn’t tell the correct order of the strands anymore. After thinking for a while, he braced himself and continued. The previously smooth pattern went wrong, and when he tried to undo it, it only made things worse.

Eventually, all progress was lost.

Jian Mo laughed in frustration, looking helplessly at the tangled strings. Suddenly, he admired Shi Xiaowang’s skill in carving the tiny dog and lion—this level of detail was just not for him.

He had thought he could finish in one go, but after a few mistakes, he realized that even one misstep meant starting over. He could have forced it through, but then he understood Shi Shuxue’s effort when making the longevity lock: wanting the best, without a single flaw.

After working half the night, Jian Mo finally finished, exhaling in relief and pressing his stiff shoulders. It wasn’t any easier than going to war.

Though Shi Xiaowang slept well, he occasionally mumbled in his sleep. Jian Mo watched him with a faint smile for a while, then carefully sat at the bed’s edge and took his hand. He put the matching bracelet on Shi Xiaowang’s left wrist.

In his dream, Shi Xiaowang seemed disturbed, jerking his hand back, frowning, and mumbling.

Jian Mo adjusted, pressing one hand on the pillow beside him.

After waiting a while and seeing no sign of awakening, Jian Mo smiled to himself. Thinking of the time Shi Xiaowang had intentionally startled him, he mischievously pinched his face.

Now the sleeping boy frowned tighter, pouted, and muttered a dissatisfied sound, swatting Jian Mo’s hand away.

Turning over to put distance between himself and the intruder, he unwittingly ended up closer.

Jian Mo’s smile faltered. His gaze unconsciously slid to Shi Xiaowang’s widely opened collar after several rolls.

Since the night they stargazed together, Shi Xiaowang kept the roof transparent, letting starlight scatter across the room, casting a soft glow.

If before, Shi Xiaowang had just seemed appetizing, now his unguarded sleeping face, lazy posture, and the bright red tassel against the snow-white skin made Jian Mo restless.

His heartbeat was louder than the insects outside.

Finally, a murmured word from Shi Xiaowang snapped Jian Mo back to reason. He pulled his hand back and stepped away.

Perhaps due to the noise, or the repeated disturbances, Shi Xiaowang slowly opened his eyes, meeting Jian Mo’s flustered amber gaze.

Jian Mo froze, his mind in chaos.

Half-asleep, Shi Xiaowang rubbed his eyes and muttered, “Don’t mess around, Jian Da Meow… go back to sleep…”

Then he rolled over and slept again.

After a long while, Jian Mo exhaled, unsure whether to be frustrated or relieved. He felt he had almost been possessed.

Since moving to the greenhouse and living with Shi Xiaowang, he had never lost control like that.

His berserk state wasn’t just violent—it came with desire.

Feeling rational again, Jian Mo attributed everything to the effect of his berserk state. He thought to have Meng Zhan check it another day.

No matter the cause, this couldn’t happen again.

The next morning, Shi Xiaowang stared at the red string on his wrist for a long time before panicking and running to shake the sleeping lion on the sofa.

“Da Meow! There’s a ghost in the greenhouse! Look! I just slept, and a ghost gave me a red string!”

The roused Jian Da Meow glared at him, expression complex, then gestured to the head of the bed.

Shi Xiaowang followed and noticed a note next to the red-stringed longevity lock:

“Not the best braid, but I did my best. Hope you like it. If not, just remove it. Take care of yourself; avoid those who’ve harmed you. Your safety is most important.”

Signed, Jian Mo.

Shi Xiaowang’s panic turned to delight.

So this was braided by Jian Mo himself—he’d come back last night?

[I really like the red string! Thank you, sir! Did you come back last night? Why didn’t you wake me?]

Jian Mo replied:

[It was too late to wake you. After what happened on my territory, I had to confirm your safety. What if you blamed me?]

Reading that, Shi Xiaowang felt guilty. He had complained to Jian Da Meow yesterday…

[Of course not!]

He said insincerely, then wore the braided longevity lock and sent a selfie to divert the topic.

[See, it matches perfectly!]

Indeed it did. Even better than Jian Mo had imagined—Shi Xiaowang suited the red well. But seeing him lift his collar, Jian Mo involuntarily pictured that scene again, ears twitching with guilt.

[Glad you like it. But don’t show it like that during streams.]

[Why? Doesn’t it look good?]

After a while, Jian Mo replied:

[You’ll flash something.]

Shi Xiaowang went quiet, ears burning.

He replied much later:

[Oh.]

Who asked him to braid the string so long…

Blushing, Shi Xiaowang silently grumbled. In fact, the longevity lock rarely appeared on camera; he kept it in a box to avoid damage. But the bracelet Jian Mo made became a permanent accessory.

Meanwhile, the new catnip was growing strong. The previously planted gardenias and sunflowers had bloomed. Riding this wave, Shi Xiaowang and Jian Mo discussed the price for pre-sale roses and officially launched sales.

Pre-sale spots sold out instantly, leaving people in the livestream urging him to expand. Shi Xiaowang rented a plot at the research institute, specifically for flowers.

The last batch of roses at the institute had grown well. Shi Xiaowang brought purified seeds and entrusted the planting to Han Ling, who gladly accepted, finding meaning in helping a friend fulfill a wish.

He didn’t just go to the institute to plant flowers—he also wanted to test the finally matured fruits: tomatoes, corn, and potatoes, leaving them with Meng Zhan for detailed analysis.

Though home tests showed no contamination, he took some as samples. With plant-spirited researchers at the institute, even if the fruits weren’t fully mature, they could serve as mother plants to cultivate clean seedlings.

Meng Zhan gladly agreed and, in high spirits, even gave him twenty eggs he had requested.

Purification tests on live animals were tricky for Shi Xiaowang, but eggs were manageable. Results were successful.

To compare, he left ten purified eggs at the institute and planned to take ten home, hatching them and feeding them purified plants to monitor pollutant changes during growth.

Impressed by both the plants and eggs, Meng Zhan even gifted him a small incubator before leaving—a young researcher’s custom oval design, about the size of a forearm, soft to the touch, shockproof, safe, fun, and practical.

Back at the greenhouse, Shi Xiaowang placed five eggs in the incubator. He intended to take them to the lab, but upstairs he saw Jian Da Meow still sleeping…

And a mischievous grin spread across his face.

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