Chapter 615

The two of them walked and chatted as Liu Xiaoli conversed with Chen Jinfei over there.

They talked mostly about everyday matters; work was rarely mentioned anymore, as Chen Jinfei no longer handled any of Liu Tianxian's affairs.

If there were endorsement negotiations or similar matters, the agency team handled them, and he no longer served as Liu Tianxian's agent.

An agent's role is business negotiation, promoting the artist, and securing resources for them; initially, Chen Jinfei was the best choice—he had spent many years navigating the business world, possessed connections and resources, and excelled precisely at this.

But after he became famous, as the entertainment industry evolved, many things became uncontrollable.

Due to the hot weather, a shaded area had been specially set up here, and many cats were running and chasing each other on the lawn.

A white cat rubbed vigorously against Liu Xiaoli's legs, meowing loudly.

Liu Xiaoli picked up the kitten, stroked its fur, and said: "Oh my, is this cat in heat?"

"Maybe?" Chen Jinfei replied.

"Xixi, come here," Liu Xiaoli called out.

Hearing the call, Liu Tianxian and Fang Hong walked over and asked: "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Look, is it in heat?" Liu Xiaoli said.

Liu Tianxian stepped forward, lifted the cat's tail, pinched a spot near its rear—it was clearly a male—and said: "It really is; both testicles are quite firm."

Fang Hong watched her practiced movements, utterly speechless.

Chen Jinfei remained serious, as if entirely unconcerned.

The cat, pinched, kept meowing loudly, as if protesting.

"Then get it neutered," Liu Xiaoli said.

"Alright, I'll go get the tools and administer anesthesia," Liu Tianxian said, then hurried inside.

Male cats can be neutered anytime; female cats must avoid the heat cycle.

The three waited where they were, as if it were perfectly ordinary, except that Fang Hong glanced again at the cat in Liu Xiaoli's arms—at those two testicles.

"Xiao Fang, are you still buying film and television stocks in the second half of the year?" Liu Xiaoli asked.

She had earned a lot this past half-year, but all her savings went toward her children's weddings—she gave a red envelope of 9.99 million.

She only had one daughter; who else would she give it to?

"You've sold them all, right? The film and television market will likely face turbulence in the second half," Fang Hong said.

What he didn't say was that this turbulence stemmed from his struggle with Wanda and Alibaba, which would inevitably cause stock prices of other film companies like Huayi and Guangxian to plummet.

When giants fight, the little guys suffer.

"Are there any other recommendations?" Liu Xiaoli asked again.

"New Energy—this is the government's development direction; anything related to lithium batteries, you can buy," Fang Hong said.

New Energy is still in its early stages; anything you buy will surge, because it's still chaotic, and CATL hasn't emerged yet.

At this time, capital is betting on multiple sides, with no clear target or knowledge of who will win.

"That's fine—if unsure, buy lithium raw materials; demand will definitely be high," Chen Jinfei suggested.

"Yes, lithium will see massive growth in the future," Fang Hong also didn't recommend any specific stock.

As long as you can endure the solitude, buying lithium will definitely profit; with Liu Xiaoli's trading style and so many people around offering advice, even if she lost, it wouldn't be much.

Long-term, it's guaranteed profit—no problem at all.

That's the advantage of having connections; at least they can give you advice, and sometimes even a random suggestion can earn you a fortune.

Of course, Fang Hong wouldn't buy any—he remained focused on his own work, with no energy to spare.

Liu Xiaoli nodded thoughtfully, indicating she understood.

At that moment, Liu Tianxian ran over carrying a square box: "Here, honey, hold it down while I give it anesthesia."

"You're really going to neuter it?" Fang Hong couldn't help saying.

"Of course—I used to neuter all the cats myself," Liu Tianxian said, opening the box and pulling out a syringe.

She inserted the needle into the vial and drew up a full dose.

The box contained many items: surgical scissors, needle holders, hemostats, tweezers—all tools were complete.

"But I think you should take it to a hospital," Fang Hong suggested.

"No need—Xixi's skill is excellent; she's neutered cats many times before," Liu Xiaoli placed the cat on the table, then slipped a funnel-like device over its head.

This device was called an Elizabethan collar, used to prevent biting; mother and daughter worked together with perfect coordination.

"Don't you think it's cruel?" Fang Hong said.

"Not cruel—not neutering it is cruel. It'll get sick, its lifespan will shorten, it'll breed everywhere, and defecate anywhere," Liu Xiaoli said.

Liu Tianxian picked up the syringe, pressed it slightly, and a drop of fluid emerged from the needle. The group held the cat down on the table; Liu Tianxian injected it, administering anesthesia.

After the anesthesia, Liu Tianxian placed the tools back in the box and said: "Let's move to a better environment to do this—here isn't suitable."

"Alright, go ahead," Liu Xiaoli gestured for the young couple to leave, knowing the environment was unsanitary.

Liu Tianxian placed the cat in Fang Hong's arms and picked up the tool box.

"You're coming with me?" Fang Hong held the cat, which was now half-asleep—the anesthesia had taken effect.

Anesthesia works quickly—some effects appear in seconds, others within minutes.

"Of course—who else would go?" Liu Tianxian asked.

"But I don't know how!" Fang Hong said.

"Just watch—you'll learn. It's simple; you don't have to do anything," Liu Tianxian walked ahead.

Fang Hong had nothing to say and followed her inside, to a room where Liu Tianxian pulled out a box-like device with a hollowed-out side, perfectly sized to place the cat inside.

Then Liu Tianxian turned on the switch; red warmth appeared inside. She explained: "After anesthesia, cats easily lose body heat, so we need to keep them warm."

Fang Hong "oh"ed, placed the cat inside, completely uninterested—the cat was now sound asleep.

Liu Tianxian put on white gloves, sterilized the surgical scissors, then separated the cat's hind legs, grasped its two testicles, and grinned: "Look, doesn't this look just like yours?"

"Liu Yifei, can we please just have some fun without all this?" Fang Hong was utterly speechless.

"Alright, alright, don't be mad."

Liu Tianxian found it hilarious, then said: "Let me show you how I give cats their snips."

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Fang Hong was speechless, no longer wanting to respond—she was deliberately teasing him.

Liu Tianxian waved the scissors around, not hearing the person beside her, and said again: "With one snip like this, I end its desires—don't men feel the same way?"

Fang Hong ignored her and walked away immediately.

Liu Tianxian pulled him back again. "Alright, alright, I was just joking."

"Last time, okay? If you're going to do it, do it properly. If you keep this up, I won't cooperate with you anymore," Fang Hong grumbled.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it properly," Liu Tianxian couldn't help laughing, barely holding back.

Fang Hong said nothing, assisting her—following her orders, handing her whatever she needed; Liu Tianxian acted like a doctor, performing the neutering on the cat.

She kept laughing softly as she worked.

"Why are you always laughing? Is it really that funny?" Fang Hong said.

"What's wrong with me laughing? Are you going to stop me from laughing?" Liu Tianxian said, then laughed again: "Hehe."

It seemed she'd just thought of something hilarious.

Fang Hong was once again speechless, fell silent—talking to her only made her more energetic. Watching her snip the cat's testicles, with such cruel precision, he realized she did this often.

"Hand me that small tray," Liu Tianxian said.

Fang Hong brought over a gelatinous small tray and placed it beside her; Liu Tianxian put the snipped testicles onto the tray.

They were just two lumps—Fang Hong even curiously glanced at them.

"Hemostat, needle holder!" Liu Tianxian glanced at him, then couldn't help laughing again.

The hemostat clamped blood vessels to stop bleeding; the needle holder was for suturing.

Fang Hong didn't even have time to look—he handed her both tools immediately; he recognized them all, easy to tell apart.

This wasn't surgery on a human.

Liu Tianxian swiftly performed the procedure: stopped the bleeding, sutured the wound, her hands nimble, then wrapped it up.

The entire process took about ten minutes—nothing complicated.

"Done! Mission accomplished," Liu Tianxian said, setting down the scissors and exhaling with great satisfaction: "Another cat saved."

"I think you're wasting your talent as a celebrity—you should be a vet," Fang Hong said.

"You mean a vet who specializes in snipping kittens and puppies?" Liu Tianxian clicked her scissors—still bloody—in the air.

"Yes, you actually go through with this? So cruel," Fang Hong picked up the tray and showed her her handiwork.

"This is cruel? This is what cruelty really looks like."

Liu Tianxian raised her scissors and made a sharp "snip!" toward Fang Hong's crotch.

Fang Hong jumped back in shock, instinctively recoiling.

"Hahahahaha!" Liu Tianxian burst out laughing—she'd only scared him, hadn't actually moved close enough to touch him.

Fang Hong was utterly speechless again: "I guess I've been too gentle with you."

"Oh? What difference does being gentle make? What difference does not being gentle make?" Liu Tianxian set down the scissors, removed her white gloves, completely unconcerned.

"Wait till tonight—I'll make you scream," Fang Hong threatened.

"Hehehe, I'm not going home tonight—I'm staying with my mom," Liu Tianxian raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously, utterly unfazed.

"Your mom won't have you," Fang Hong said.

"Who says that? My mom adores me," Liu Tianxian retorted.

The two of them kept bantering, while the cat woke up, realizing it had been snipped—it looked listless, as if saying: "What did you do to me?"

"Oh, poor kitty, let me pat your head," Liu Tianxian reached out to stroke the cat's head.

But the cat dodged away, refusing to be affectionate with her!

Liu Tianxian picked up the small tray and showed it to the cat: "Come on, look at your testicles—these are your testicles."

The cat glanced once, then looked utterly defeated, head bowed, helpless—as if saying: "Humans are truly heartless."

"You snipped him, now you're rubbing salt in the wound," Fang Hong couldn't bear it.

"I'm helping him accept reality."

Liu Tianxian lifted the cat's tiny head and cooed in a baby voice: "Look, you don't have them anymore, okay? Accept it, sweetie."

Fang Hong slapped his forehead, finally speechless.

The cat, however, refused to acknowledge the woman at all, motionless, utterly defeated.

Post-surgery care for the cat required only liquid food and water, no vigorous exercise, and no baths for a month to prevent wound infection.

Liu Xiaoli knew all this well—after all, the cats were her responsibility.

Liu Tianxian took two cats with her when she left, planning to keep them at her home; she claimed she wouldn't return—but of course she would return; if she didn't, Liu Xiaoli would chase her out.

They'd just married, in the sweet early days of marriage—Liu Xiaoli also longed for grandchildren.

(End of Chapter)