Married a Big Cat After Transmigrating to the Interstellar Era – CH43

Posted by Miyaaaz, ? Views, Released on March 6, 2026

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Chapter 43

[Where is everyone? Speak up! Is there anything my brothers and I can’t talk about?]

Shi Xiao began to speak earnestly.

[If there’s a problem, we can figure it out together. Better than bottling it up yourself, right? More friends, more options — that’s what they’re for.]

[Brother Xiao is right.]

Meng Zhan chimed in.

[We may not have much experience with matters of the heart, but at least we can offer some ideas.]

[I plan to confess to Xiaowang properly.]

That wasn’t really something to hide, Jian Mo replied honestly.

[His birthday is coming soon. I want to wait for that day to have a proper talk with him.]

[Confess? That’s a love confession, bro.]

Shi Xiao almost laughed.

[So how do you plan to “turn yourself in”?]

[I plan to tie a bow around your brother’s neck and give him to him. If he refuses, I’ll stew him.]

Jian Mo replied expressionlessly.

Shi Xiao immediately sent a horrified emoji.

[What? You’re going to tie a bow around Xiaowang’s neck and give him as a present? And if he says no, you’ll stew his brother? Oh my God, Jian Mo! So this is what you’re like — a total jerk!]

Jian Mo: …

Tsk, I overestimated how much shame this guy has.

[Cut it out. Let’s keep this peace treaty calm — stop arguing.]

When things got heated, Meng Zhan played peacemaker and steered the topic back.

[You’ve already chosen his birthday. Have you prepared a gift?]

At this, Jian Mo hesitated.

[I made a silver rose pendant earlier. I plan to weave it into a bracelet to give him, but would a single pendant be too simple?]

Also, when he made this pendant, it wasn’t originally meant as a birthday gift — he just felt the red cord he made for Xiaowang looked too plain and wanted to add some decoration. So he imitated Ms. Wang Shuxue’s method of making longevity locks, and every night after Xiaowang fell asleep, he would tap at it bit by bit.

Xiaowang seemed easily satisfied and didn’t have big wishes; beyond plants and food, he didn’t show strong preferences.

He couldn’t exactly drag someone off on a trip that day.

[You made it? With your own hands?]

Shi Xiao stared at the screen, eyes wide.

[That’s impressive, brother. I can barely fold a paper crane. Making a pendant by hand is truly sincere.]

[I think what you’re missing isn’t the gift itself, but the atmosphere. You know what I mean? Just handing over a pendant sounds simple: extend your hand, give it, done. If you want it to feel meaningful, work on the ritual. Look at Xiaowang’s investiture ceremony — it’s basically just giving him a medal, and you yourself pinned it on him. Why didn’t that feel simple? Because there was that long ceremony beforehand. That’s what matters, you get me?]

Although Shi Xiao usually seemed unreliable, he had observed people enough to understand this sort of thing better than the other two.

[You have to make Xiaowang feel that you value him, and that you value the process of confessing.]

Jian Mo was silent for a while; he thought Shi Xiao made a good point.

But inventing a ceremony out of thin air was harder than making a rose pendant. At least when making the pendant he had a design, steps, and Uncle Ye’s guidance — still, it took him several months, pieced together bit by bit.

[What should I do?]

Jian Mo asked humbly.

[Why did you think of making a rose pendant in the first place? Shi Xiao asked.]

[Because it was an honor he literally grew himself, and I think he’s like a rose, Jian Mo said.]

[Then make the rose the theme. It so happens I’ve taken on a mess at the chamber of commerce these past two days and found an old fireworks company that’s still around. I’m into old things — I’m going to invest a bit. I’ll have them develop rose-shaped fireworks and send them to you.]

After repeated crises at the chamber, His Majesty completely suspended its operations and handed it over to Shi Xiao for restructuring.

Shi Xiao liked making friends, so this task suited him professionally.

The three princes of the royal family had very balanced personalities and abilities.

The eldest prince was upright and devoted to affairs of state; the second was easygoing and good at networking; and the third, though just another prince, made a fine mascot.

[Aunt Ling and the others have been experimenting with cakes lately. Xiaowang once said he wanted to make pastries too. You could have Uncle Ye make a rose cake or something.]

Meng Zhan also joined in the suggestion.

[I also have roses if you need them. Anything else you need, just say.]

[Great, thanks. I’ll think about how to organize the whole process.]

Jian Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief; at least now he knew how to proceed.

[See? Isn’t this better than thinking it all out alone?]

Shi Xiao said, revealing the final plan.

[We gave you ideas and helped prepare the items. On the day you confess, we’ll witness it. Isn’t that fair?]

Jian Mo smiled.

[Okay, got it.]

After all, everything had been laid out — Jian Mo already had a plan in mind.

Not long after, Xiaowang noticed his big cat was no longer dazing off, but seemed busy all day — though he wasn’t sure exactly with what.

It wasn’t just the big cat; Uncle Ye seemed busy too.

But Uncle Ye’s busyness made Xiaowang happy.

He somehow got cake tutorials and flour and cream from the academy and had been experimenting with different small cakes these past few days.

Xiaowang and Shi Yue enjoyed them very much.

A few days later, Meng Zhan suddenly invited Xiaowang to the academy, saying the purification chamber had been further upgraded and he should be the first to see it.

Xiaowang happily agreed. The next day he instructed the dog not to eat or tear things up, kissed his handsome big cat, and set off early in the morning.

As soon as he left, Jian Mo returned to his usual self and began preparing the greenhouse.

It was Xiaowang’s birthday today, though he seemed to barely remember.

Even though Jian Mo had been preparing for days, he still couldn’t help worrying as he arranged things.

Would it be too tacky? Too simple? Would Xiaowang like it? Would this confession be a surprise or a shock?

The more Jian Mo thought, the more nervous he became. He had never been this tense even before his first battle.

At the academy, Meng Zhan stood with Shi Xiao.

“Second Prince, are you here to see the purification chamber too?”

Xiaowang was a little surprised but politely asked Shi Xiao.

“Second Prince? Call me Second Brother.”

Shi Xiao clicked his tongue and smiled.

“Using formal titles… should I call you Little Duke then?”

Xiaowang’s eyes curved in a smile.

“Second Brother.”

Shi Xiao looked at him. Xiaowang’s smile reminded him of Aunt (Xiaowang’s mother) back then.

Though they hadn’t interacted much, his memory of her was that of a sprite-like woman: gentle and dignified, yet her occasional glances carried cleverness and liveliness, impossible not to be charmed by.

Perhaps it was her charm that made people overlook the darkness in those around her and assume her family shared her character — which pushed Xiaowang into the abyss.

Coupled with years of military defeats, worsening pollution, and material scarcity, his father’s gaze never returned to the Duke’s mansion…

“It’s been a while. Last time, the purification chamber celebration happened too suddenly. I barely made it, but I’m first this time with the improvements.”

Shi Xiao smiled.

“Father has entrusted me with restructuring the chamber. Once the purification chamber goes into mass production, the chamber of commerce will inevitably be involved. I came to inspect it early.”

While chatting, Shi Xiao, guided by Meng Zhan, went to see the new batch of purification chambers.

Even having participated in the original research, Xiaowang didn’t fully understand these high-tech devices. His only thought after seeing them:

“Amazing!”

He turned back to see Shi Xiao and Meng Zhan acting mysteriously, reminding him of how his big cat had looked a few days ago.

“Second Brother? Do you have other business?”

Xiaowang asked.

“Nothing.”

Shi Xiao quickly straightened up and clapped his hands.

“Oh right, there is one thing. That dog at your house? I raised him. Now that we’ve seen everything, I’ll go back with you later and pick him up.”

“The big dog is yours?”

Xiaowang was surprised.

“How did he get to the Marshal’s Mansion by himself? It’s quite far from the palace.”

“Who said I live in the palace?”

Shi Xiao raised an eyebrow.

“I own the land next to the Marshal’s Mansion. I only go to the palace when necessary. Normally, I’m rarely in the Imperial Star, I can’t stay still, and I can’t stand Shi Zhang’s rules.”

Xiaowang laughed.

“Then you can bring Shi Yue along. He doesn’t like rules either.”

Shi Xiao chuckled mischievously.

“I don’t get to decide. He awakened a royal spirit body. Shi Zhang won’t let me take him, so he’ll have to stay in the palace as a mascot.”

“He has a spirit body? What kind of spirit body?”

Xiaowang’s interest was piqued. He hadn’t really seen spirit bodies besides his own.

Meng Zhan cleared his throat.

Shi Xiao paused.

“He… became a werewolf. Surprising, isn’t it?”

“…Ah?”

Xiaowang imagined it for a moment and shook his head.

“Indeed, surprising…”