Married a Big Cat After Transmigrating to the Interstellar Era – CH47

Chapter 47

[Xiaowang went to the research institute?]

Seeing the message from Meng Zhan, Jian Mo only then realized that he had actually gone out.

[…Were you asleep?]

Meng Zhan was a bit speechless.

[I wasn’t paying much attention.]

[Is he in a good mood now?]

Jian Mo asked.

[Anyway, he doesn’t look too happy.]

[Come on, tell me, friend. Weren’t things fine that day? So what’s this about now?]

Meng Zhan had already resigned himself to being the mediator.

But after sending the message, Jian Mo didn’t reply for a long time.

[What’s wrong? Did the confession fail?]

Meng Zhan could only think of this.

[That’s impossible. If it had failed, Xiaowang’s first question when he saw me would have been, “Where’s your person?”—doesn’t look like he rejected you at all.]

[I went a bit overboard with him that day because of the catnip, so he hasn’t been very happy since.]

Jian Mo struggled for a long time, but in the end, he decided to be honest. Right now, he truly wanted someone to help him sort out his thoughts; he didn’t want to make Xiaowang angry again.

[Overboard? How overboard?]

Catnip… overboard.

After all, Meng Zhan was a plant-type psychic and the director of the research institute; putting those two things together, one could imagine roughly what happened.

Especially after sending that message, Jian Mo didn’t reply at all.

The gossipy corner of Meng Zhan’s mouth twitched, but he asked seriously:

[He didn’t reject you?]

[…No. He said it was just “aftermath service.]

Jian Mo felt a little hopeless.

Meng Zhan nearly laughed.

[Then what? You lost your temper with him, used that as an excuse to go to the research institute, and in the end left Jian Da Meow there with him?]

[…Mm.]

He really could guess things well…

[Not exactly losing your temper?]

[Then… nothing else?]

Meng Zhan raised an eyebrow.

[Otherwise what?]

Jian Mo felt a little embarrassed being questioned like this.

[Friend, didn’t you say that day you were going to confess? And now? You just overdo it with him, leave, and then don’t contact him for three or four days. Any normal person would be upset, right?]

Meng Zhan was a bit speechless.

[You’re not just a straight man, Jian Mo… you’re a jerk.]

Jian Da Meow’s tail in the flower room drooped.

[He said the same thing.]

Meng Zhan smiled, half amused, half exasperated.

He actually found a wife like this… thank the Emperor for the assignment.

[Jian Mo, do you think you needed to give Xiaowang space and time to figure out his feelings for you? Are you afraid that since you two are already married, he depends on you so much, and then you went overboard… are you afraid confessing would feel like forcing him?]

Jian Mo fell silent.

He had never thought of it that way before.

But… he realized, that’s exactly what he had been thinking.

[Let me ask one more thing, Jian Mo. Who exactly do you see yourself as in Xiaowang’s life?]

[Sometimes it feels like you always think you must plan everything for him in advance, making sure he won’t be hurt. Is that because when you first met, he asked for your help, so you felt responsible for his future? You’re not his dad. Even if you were, he can’t avoid all hardships. So what exactly are you worrying about? If you want to be his lover, then just love him well. Don’t burden yourself too much. Love isn’t just about protection. If you keep going like this, he’ll only feel less and less secure with you.]

Jian Mo read the message and suddenly smiled.

He remembered the day he asked Xiaowang if he wanted to return to the Duke’s mansion, and ended up making him cry.

His burdens had probably started from that moment.

Sometimes he felt Xiaowang was like a very obedient little dog, always looking at him with sparkling trust, ready to follow his words no matter what.

Even when clearly unhappy, he would just sulk with the lion, or cry sadly.

The more he acted this way, the more Jian Mo was afraid.

Afraid of betraying that sincere heart.

Even holding that heart carefully in his hand, he feared holding it too tightly would make him uncomfortable, and holding it too lightly would disappoint him.

In the end, he froze there, completely at a loss.

Jian Mo exhaled, a relieved smile appearing in his eyes.

This “protection” was itself a kind of mask; perhaps it was time for them to be more honest with each other.

As the sun set, light footsteps ran up from downstairs.

The lion twitched his ears and looked up. Xiaowang hadn’t come upstairs, but leaned at the staircase, met his gaze for a moment, then ran down with quick steps.

The lion tilted his head, got up from the carpet, stretched, and planned to go downstairs to see what the little one was up to.

Before he could leave the bedroom, a scent of catnip floated in.

The lion froze, his fur bristling.

…Wait, what?!

Xiaowang ran in, hugged the lion, rubbed his head, and proudly showed him the freshly picked catnip.

“Look! The catnip bloomed! Last time I planned to use catnip to play with you, but your owner intercepted me. To prevent that from happening again, I checked carefully today, hehe!”

Xiaowang looked quite proud, while the lion was utterly helpless.

Hehe… didn’t expect that, huh? All me…

Feeling the lion nuzzle his head, Xiaowang pinched his ears.

“You’re still the best, Jian Da Meow. Unlike someone else, who never tells me anything. But from now on, I won’t spoil him. As for last time, I’ll give him one day. If he doesn’t return or message me today, he won’t have a wife anymore!”

He cupped the lion’s head and kissed him.

“Then I’ll take you back to the Duke’s mansion. If he doesn’t want to deal with me, fine, we’ll have our little three-person world with Uncle Ye!”

While saying this, he smoothed the lion’s fur from head to tail.

Jian Mo couldn’t be too polite; the more polite he was, the more Jian Mo would also hold back. He wasn’t a guest—he wanted all of Jian Mo.

Xiaowang was lost in thought, but didn’t stop stroking him.

The catnip flowers brushed the lion’s nose repeatedly.

Xiaowang’s body warmed from the close presence of the lion, the scent of catnip mingling around him.

The memory of past indulgences surged up.

Jian Mo looked at him deeply, unable—and unwilling—to hold back.

Shi Xiaowang pinched the lion’s paw, and the thick pad suddenly became a warm palm.

Shi Xiaowang froze.

The person looking at him laughed.

“Hi, wifey.”

Jian Mo smiled, voice low.

Shi Xiaowang didn’t speak, eyes wide, frozen in place.

What is happening?!

Shocked and confused, Shi Xiaowang looked adorable and tantalizing.

Jian Mo smiled, wrapped his arm around Shi Xiaowang’s waist, kissed his cheek, sliding his fingers under the shirt.

“Still here, wifey? I’m back.”

“….Hi, your grandpa!”

The ticklish sensation made Shi Xiaowang tremble, finally snapping him out of it. He grabbed Jian Mo’s mischievous hand, glaring.

Jian Mo chuckled, easily breaking through the shaky defense, grabbed his wrist, and flipped him down.

“Not ‘hi, grandpa’—hi, husband…”

The instant he pressed close, memories surged like a tidal wave, etched not in the brain but in every nerve, sending shivers through him.

Shi Xiaowang’s breathing faltered. He remembered the blooming catnip in his hand and hurriedly threw it away.

But Jian Mo caught his hand, kissed the catnip-scented palm, warm and wet, tracing the lines of his hand, absorbing the remaining plant juice.

Shi Xiaowang felt burned, jerking his hand back, but Jian Mo still held his wrist firmly, eyes burning with heat. He leaned down and whispered in his ear:

“Too late, baby.”

Shi Xiaowang’s face instantly flushed. He suddenly understood why Jian Da Meow ran when he called him “baby” before—if he could run now, he definitely would!

This… was way too unfair…

“…You, Jian Mo! You tricked me!”

A complaint, but it sounded almost like a playful whine.

“You love being a lion, huh.”

Jian Mo raised an eyebrow, peeling away the extra fabric one by one, teasing his fragile, sensitive body, feeling the shivers under his fingertips, watching him bite his lip and furrow his brow, and smiled wickedly.

“That’s not something a duke should say.”

“…So… what you’re doing now, is that what a marshal should do?”

Shi Xiaowang bit his lip, trying to finish a full sentence:

“Did you forget what you wrote in the agreement?!”

“Hm?”

Jian Mo quickened his movements, tilting his head innocently.

“What agreement?”

You, Jian Mo!

Shi Xiaowang glared, but the tears in his eyes made him look both aggrieved and unbearable.

Jian Mo, tender and lingering, kissed his eyes, brushed over his nose, lightly bit his lips.

“I love you, baby.”

Feeling his momentary stiffness and final suppressed sobs, Jian Mo’s voice was filled with endless desire.

“I love you…”

Jian Mo was like a gentle blade, piercing the most vulnerable part of him, forcing him to admit:

I have always… loved you too…

But soon, his tenderness seemed exhausted, turning again into repeated restraint and pursuit. No matter how much Shi Xiaowang cried or begged, it only deepened the love…

Until the love bloomed fully, and Shi Xiaowang nearly left this beautiful world.

“Baby, I don’t just want to be your family, I want to be your lover.”

Jian Mo kissed him softly.

Shi Xiaowang hummed, eyes heavy with fatigue and tears, voice hoarse:

“Then think about it… Jian Mo, you don’t have a wife anymore.”

Jian Mo: …?

Did he… do something wrong again…

---

Completed Novel in PDF and EPUB Format, Click Here!