Married a Big Cat After Transmigrating to the Interstellar Era – CH8

Chapter 8

Jian Da Meow seemed really angry this time.

Shi Xiaowang sighed and sat cross-legged on the balcony carpet, fiddling with the leaves of a potted plant.

He admitted—it was his own fault that day. His hand had just… itched. He’d suddenly gotten the urge to poke it!—and acted before thinking.

But it had already been three days, and Jian Da Meow had completely vanished, as if invisible. Shi Xiaowang hadn’t seen him even once, not even when he tried rolling on the floor and acting pitiful.

Staring at the one-meter gap between their balconies, Shi Xiaowang really wanted to just jump across like before. But somehow, the Marshal had found out about that last time—and the very next morning, he’d received a strict order forbidding such dangerous behavior. Otherwise, the Marshal said, he’d take Jian Da Meow back to the base for three months—no visits allowed.

So now he couldn’t go over, and Jian Da Meow wouldn’t come out. Trying to coax a lion turned out to be harder than expected. Teacher Meng had even given him a day off, and he’d wasted half of it sighing.

Thinking of the Marshal, Shi Xiaowang hesitated for a while before sending a message to Jian Mo.

[Sir, if Da Meow is angry, what should I do to make him forgive me? He hasn’t talked to me for three days…]

In the next room, Jian Mo received the message and stared at his terminal in silence for a long time.

Honestly, he didn’t even know how to reply.

It wasn’t that he was that angry; he was just… awkward. The kind of awkward where, even knowing Shi Xiaowang didn’t really see him as a person, he still didn’t know how to face him.

[I don’t know.]

Jian Mo replied.

“Sigh…”

The lion twitched his ears and peered through the small gap in the not-quite-closed curtains.

“Everyone’s so cold to me…”

Shi Xiaowang pressed his forehead against the railing, completely defeated.

It was the first time Jian Mo had refused to answer one of his questions.

Could it be that he’d made the lion mad—and now even the Marshal was angry too? After all, the Marshal was Da Meow’s real owner.

Just as he was feeling down, a second message came through.

[You’ve been studying under Meng Zhan for a while. How’s that going?]

Shi Xiaowang breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, at least he wasn’t mad.

[It’s great! Teacher Meng explains things really clearly and knows a lot. My spiritual power’s gotten much stronger—maybe one day I’ll even form a spirit entity!]

Shi Xiaowang swung his legs as he typed back.

Meng Zhan had recently taught him about spiritual entities. Maybe because the Plant-type rarely evolved that far, Meng’s explanation was pretty vague—but Shi Xiaowang was fascinated. Even during the apocalypse, people had powers, sure, but no one ever turned into something non-human.

[If I ever form a spirit entity, do you think I’d become a tree? I hope I’m a tree that blooms!]

The thought made him giggle.

Jian Mo read the message, eyes soft with amusement.

A spirit entity was similar to a human’s second evolution. By using spiritual power to influence the brain’s spiritual sea, the energy, once stimulated, could reflect outward, transforming a person’s form into something non-human. That non-human form was called a spirit entity.

But even with strong spiritual power, most people could only partially transform—say, one limb or certain traits. Across the entire Federation, those who had fully transformed were extremely rare.

Still…

[You can try. Focus your spiritual power, inject it into your spiritual sea. If your power is strong enough, it might work.]

Shi Xiaowang’s eyes widened at the message, and even his legs stopped swinging.

Really? Could he actually do that?

Meng Zhan had never mentioned this method!

He immediately closed his eyes and began.

He focused, trying to control his spiritual power—but for some reason, the normally obedient energy acted like a slippery eel, darting away whenever he tried to guide it. Within minutes, fatigue set in.

After an hour, he gave up.

[Sorry, Sir. Maybe I couldn’t calm down properly. I couldn’t feel anything…]

Shi Xiaowang sighed again.

[Don’t worry. It’s normal not to succeed the first time. Take it slow.]

Jian Mo comforted him.

[Maybe it’s because I keep thinking about Da Meow being mad. I just can’t relax. What if he never talks to me again?]

He had started complaining, but now his voice trembled with real emotion.

Such a big fluffy creature—cool, gentle, and understanding—and now gone just like that. It was unbearable.

Shi Xiaowang sniffled on the balcony, looking ready to cry.

Jian Mo felt a complicated mix of emotions: frustration, helplessness, and even a touch of guilt.

Forget it. Why was he sulking with a kid? The boy didn’t even know anything…

[He won’t.]

Jian Mo replied.

Shi Xiaowang read the comforting words, but still didn’t feel reassured. Da Meow wouldn’t even step outside—clearly didn’t want to see him.

Then suddenly—a sound from next door.

Shi Xiaowang froze, then leapt up and ran out.

Sure enough, he saw the lion stepping out of his room.

The lion glanced at him, then looked away—but didn’t run.

Shi Xiaowang’s eyes brightened. Smiling shyly, he scratched his nose and pushed his own door open wider.

“Wanna come in and play?”

The lion didn’t respond. He glanced at the room, visibly torn.

But after just two seconds of hesitation, seeing Shi Xiaowang’s lips start to pout, he relented—lifting a paw and walking inside.

Only when the lion jumped onto the sofa and lay down did Shi Xiaowang finally relax, grinning in delight.

He bounced over, grabbed a cushion, sat cross-legged on the rug beside the sofa, and immediately messaged Jian Mo.

[Da Meow’s talking to me again! Sir, it must be your luck! Thank you!]

Behind him, Jian Mo—tail flicking—read the whole message, then rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes.

“You’re going to sleep again?”

Seeing the lion with closed eyes, Shi Xiaowang pouted, then yawned and sprawled on the sofa next to him.

“Fine, let’s nap together then. You’ve ignored me these days—I couldn’t even sleep. I kept dreaming about how to make you happy. Don’t ignore me again, okay…”

Muffled and drowsy, his soft voice trailed off.

Jian Mo opened his eyes and looked at the peacefully breathing boy.

Maybe it was the failed spiritual experiment—or maybe just exhaustion—but Shi Xiaowang soon fell fast asleep.

Jian Mo gently pulled a thin blanket over him, listened to his breathing, and closed his own eyes again.

Both of them slept soundly—until Uncle Ye knocked on the door.

“I’m coming!”

Shi Xiaowang rubbed his eyes and stumbled over to open it—completely missing the lion behind him, fur puffed in alarm, torn between hiding and panicking.

Jian Mo could convince himself that Shi Xiaowang was just naïve and unaware—but Uncle Ye was a different story.

Being caught like this in the boy’s room was… embarrassing.

He wanted to save face. He wanted to disappear.

“Young master,” Uncle Ye began as he stepped inside, “we just received a message…”

He trailed off mid-sentence when he met the lion’s wide, guilty eyes.

The lion’s embarrassed gaze shifted to resigned acceptance, ears flat, tail nervously swishing behind him.

Uncle Ye adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, suppressing a smile.

It was rare to see the Marshal like this—he hadn’t looked so flustered since he was a reckless fifteen-year-old.

Can’t laugh, Uncle Ye warned himself. The Marshal has his pride.

He coughed again and continued,

“Just now, word came from the Duke’s mansion. The couple’s relatives are planning a charity gala in three days—supposedly to honor the fallen and raise funds for wounded soldiers and research on anti-berserk medicine. They’ve invited you and the Marshal, and publicly announced it. The entire event will be livestreamed across the Net.”

“Charity auction?”

Shi Xiaowang was instantly wide awake.

Although he and Jian Mo’s marriage hadn’t been officially celebrated, their engagement was no secret—and that family had made sure of it.

On the surface, the invitation was polite. In truth, they were making Jian Mo—the notoriously stigmatized Marshal—the centerpiece of their publicity stunt.

If Jian Mo refused to attend, the public would see it as arrogance, fueling more hatred while making the hosts look selfless and noble. If he did attend, he’d serve as their live mascot—boosting their views and reputation.

As for Shi Xiaowang, they invoked his parents’ names just to drag him into it. If he went, they’d exploit him for sympathy; if he didn’t, they’d call him heartless.

It was the same dirty trick they’d always used.

Shi Xiaowang frowned, thinking for a moment, then told Uncle Ye:

“Don’t tell the Marshal. I’ll go handle it myself that day.”

He couldn’t—and wouldn’t—let Jian Mo get involved in that mess again.

Uncle Ye stayed silent for a moment, then glanced behind Shi Xiaowang at Jian Mo, who had regained his calm demeanor.

Without activating his terminal, Jian Mo connected telepathically, sending a private message.

[I already know about the Duke’s mansion. Ignore it. You don’t need to attend. I’ll take care of it.]

Upon reading it, Shi Xiaowang panicked.

“What does that mean? Is he planning to go himself? He can’t! They’ll badmouth him again—no way! I won’t let that happen!”

Uncle Ye actually chuckled.

“You’re worried he’ll be upset?”

“If he isn’t, I will be! He’s such a good person—why should they get to insult him?”

Shi Xiaowang spoke faster and angrier.

“And it’s not even about charity! They’re just using it to make money—while ruining his reputation! No! I won’t allow it!”

It was the first time Uncle Ye had ever seen Shi Xiaowang truly angry.

Behind him, the lion gazed at the boy’s side profile, eyes warm, tail curling gently in contentment.

[Don’t worry. I won’t attend either. But since they brought the topic to us… we might as well make use of it.]

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