Chapter 143: First Volume Chapter 143: Movie Emperor Turned Cat (10)

First Volume Chapter 143: Movie Emperor Turned Cat (10)

Jiang Zhi, who was preparing to go out to look for something, met Xu Qian rushing over head-on; she grabbed her and pulled her to a corner, speaking in a low, hurried voice: "Xiao Zhi, it's not good, Heitan caused trouble!"

Jiang Zhi heard the voice and froze, taking a long time to react: "What?"

Xu Qian said: "A little internet celebrity was scratched by a black cat in the makeup room and has gone to the hospital; the entire crew is everywhere looking for the black cat."

In the crew, she was the only one who kept a black cat and brought it along; moreover, Xu Qian heard from the little internet celebrity's agent that the black cat's features matched exactly those of her Heitan.

It can be said it's nine out of ten.

Jiang Zhi sucked in a breath of cold air, raised her finger to press her aching brow, calmed down and said: "Right now the most important thing is to find Heitan; we must not let them find him first, otherwise he's doomed."

The internet celebrity has a strong backing, and now his precious face has been scratched; how could he possibly let it go?

But what Jiang Zhi couldn't figure out was why Heitan would scratch her.

Recalling today's final scene, she suddenly thought of something.

There was only one possibility: this Heitan ran out of the lounge to secretly watch her act, and upon seeing her slapped, he angrily retaliated against the internet celebrity.

But usually she couldn't even touch it; would it really do these things for her?

Jiang Zhi stopped thinking so much and went outside to look for it.

She searched until evening but still didn't find Heitan.

Everyone in the crew had left, and Xu Qian, who wanted to help her look, was persuaded by her to leave.

Jiang Zhi was busy filming at noon, ate only two bites of rice, walked many places, and grew so hungry her head felt dizzy.

She sat on the nearby steps, and before long, rain drops as big as beans fell on her face.

It started to rain.

Jiang Zhi's heart tightened; she didn't care about anything else, stood up, and wanted to continue searching.

As she turned, out of the corner of her eye she caught a black shadow huddled in the corner.

She widened her eyes and lifted her foot to approach.

The black shadow sensed her approach and turned to flee.

"Heitan!" Jiang Zhi called out in a trembling voice, stopping its silhouette.

Having filmed all day, her body was quite fatigued; after searching for it so long, Jiang Zhi was hungry and cold, her body weak as she stood, gazing at that mass of shadow, she sighed and said: "Come here, Heitan."

Heitan remained motionless for a moment, then turned around; its slightly drooping cat ears were soaked by the rain, its whole body tiny, it cautiously stepped forward on short legs to her feet, not daring to meet her gaze.

Jiang Zhi squatted down, held it in her arms, said not a word of blame, and ran back home.

On the way the rain grew heavier, the downpour surged, washing over the city blanketed in winter; outside the window sounded the patter of rain, the road showed no one, not even a few cars.

Now it is the coldest time of the year.

Jiang Zhi's first act was to blow-dry its wet fur.

Heitan unusually allowed her to blow-dry its fur with the hair dryer, sitting obediently, ears perked up, its round black eyes occasionally glancing at her, as if trying to gauge her thoughts.

Jiang Zhi pretended not to notice; after blowing its fur dry, she turned on the heater and covered it with a blanket.

She got up to go to the bathroom to shower; after washing and coming out, she saw the black cat still maintaining exactly the same posture as when she left.

It stretched its head to listen to her movements over there; when she came out, it had no time to hide, and panicked, it darted under the blanket.

Jiang Zhi blew her hair dry, walked to the bedside and sat down, reached out to lift the blanket covering its head, straightened her expression and said: "I know you did those things because of me, but……"

Her words suddenly trailed off; Heitan's ears tensed and perked up, its tiny body involuntarily tightened, awaiting her next words.

Jiang Zhi lowered her gaze, met its eyes, and solemnly said: "But doing these things puts you in great danger, Heitan; I am not by your side to protect you, so I don't want you to do dangerous things."

If it had then been unable to escape and been caught by them, that internet celebrity would surely torture it cruelly.

Heitan, without any guard, met her gaze—those eyes filled only with it—brimming with concern and worry.

It seemed as if this were the first time someone had looked at it like that and spoken such words to it.

A sweet, warm feeling welled up in Heitan's heart.

It hurriedly hid its emotions, turning its head to one side, its body feeling somewhat hot.

If Jiang Zhi could see its skin through its black fur, she would surely see its body flushed red.

Jiang Zhi tentatively placed her palm on its head; seeing it did not avoid her as usual, she gently slipped her fingers through its soft fur and rubbed.

A glint appeared in the depths of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth lifted.

"Not easy, Brother Seven! It's taken this long before I got to pet its head."

777 admiringly called her: Cat Taming Master!

No matter how stubborn or arrogant the cat, in front of the Host it amounts to nothing.

Night fell.

Jiang Zhi lay in bed, fingertips resting on the nearby Heitan, closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

Heitan watched her fall asleep, shifted its body; in its eyes night was like day, and the female's face beside it was clearly visible.

This was not the first time it had looked at her so intently; smelling the fragrance seeping into its lungs, the girl's warmth was gradually transmitted to it, warm and comforting.

Just like that day when it had been cruelly tortured and then abandoned in the snow, Heitan secretly prayed.

If only someone would come to rescue it.

Save it……

When the girl held it in her arms, it thought it was dreaming, but her voice kept coming from its ears.

"Don't sleep, I won't let you die."

…

Heitan's thoughts returned to reality; it moved close to the girl's cheek and gently rubbed.

——Since you saved me, I will forever guard you.

…

The weather kept getting worse; Director Wang finished shooting all the winter scenes they needed to film, and gave them a week off.

Jiang Zhi planned to finish reading the original work this week and carefully analyze the female lead's plot.

After landing the female lead role, her pay far exceeds that of a stand‑in, but as a newcomer the social engagements she receives are not as good as those of top‑tier actress Sun Yi—this is understandable.

Just thinking that after this drama wraps up she could rent a better place made her mood exceptionally pleasant.

Outside, light winter snow began to fall again, blocked by the glass window; inside it was warm, forming a stark contrast.

Jiang Zhi tucked her legs under the blanket, held the original work in her hand placed on the desk, and read attentively.

Meanwhile, Heitan curled up on her lap, lazily yawning.

After a few hours, her eyes grew sore, and she shifted her gaze to Heitan on her leg.

Over the past few months, Heitan's body grew stronger; the fur that had been burned off had all grown back, thick and smooth, its upright ears slightly curled, trembling lightly.

Jiang Zhi couldn't help but kiss it on the head.

Almost in an instant, Heitan's body changed, turning into a person the size of a finger, still wearing clothes, with short black hair and a pale complexion.

Jiang Zhi narrowed her eyes slightly and made out his appearance.

His features were as beautiful as a celestial maiden, his demeanor cool and clear, yet his face was full of bewilderment, giving off a hint of adorable cluelessness.

Jiang Zhi stared at him in disbelief, unable to speak for a long while.

After a long while, she hurriedly asked 777.

"Brother Seven! What's going on?"