Chapter 81

Transmigrated into a Cat 2 (Mother is the female lead of a Niangdao novel)

Xu Shi didn't know that her three daughters were being punished in the ancestral hall; even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

In her view, kneeling more before the ancestors wasn't a bad thing; could the ancestors possibly harm them? She now had her heart set on giving birth to a son; the child in her belly was the most important.

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Before pregnancy, she devoutly knelt before the Bodhisattva for three months; once, while dreaming, the Bodhisattva told her that this time she was carrying a son.

Xu Shi was tormented by the child in her belly to the point of unbearable pain, yet she still kept thinking of her husband.

"Jia Ming…… where are you? I want you to hold the son……"

Madam Huang looked at the dazed Xu Shi and felt something was off.

She muttered to herself, it's not strange for a woman giving birth to still be thinking of her husband; many women scold while giving birth, after all, to a woman, childbirth is like stepping with one leg into the gates of hell, and even husbands can understand.

But like Xu Shi, who, while risking her life to give birth, still affectionately calls for her husband who is out enjoying himself, she had never seen such a woman before.

On the other side, in the ancestral hall, darkness seemed to surge from all directions; before the offering table, the cold ancestral tablets seemed like dark, gloomy eyes, staring at the three little girls.

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"Big sister, I'm scared." She sobbed, hiccuping, "My knees hurt so much."

Da Ya was also very afraid; the lamp in the ancestral hall was almost out of oil, the adults were all busy, surely no one would come to refill it.

"Big sister, I'm hungry." Er Ya said vaguely, her face already swollen.

Children's faces are tender; being slapped hard by an adult, not splitting the lip is already considered good.

As the second child in the family, her nature is dull, her mind slow; she's used to being overlooked, getting beaten is routine, she can endure the pain from being accustomed to it, but she can't bear hunger.

Upon hearing that, San Ya's stomach growled reflexively, and then Da Ya's stomach joined in.

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At that moment, a tricolored cat jumped in through the window.

In the darkness, its eyes seemed to glow; Da Ya was startled, her eyes wide open.

"Huahua!" San Ya exclaimed, delighted, "Did you come to find me?"

The tricolored cat's steps were light, it jumped onto the little girl's lap.

San Ya happily stroked its fur, the tricolored cat purred, looking adorable, making her forget her hunger for a moment.

Even Da Ya and Er Ya couldn't help but look over; the little girl loved such fluffy, adorable creatures.

Tricolor cat—Jiang He couldn't control his feline instincts, only able to be rubbed into a flat cat pancake by the little girl.

It turns out when a cat is rubbed like that, it feels very comfortable; no wonder everyone likes to flop into a cat pancake.

"Huahua, your belly is round, you must have eaten well." San Ya stroked the tricolored cat's belly, feeling envious, she whimsically said, "I don't know what tasty things are in the kitchen… hey, if you could bring us some food, that would be great."

The tricolored cat jumped down, tilted its head, and meowed at her.

San Ya innocently said, "Huahua, did you agree?"

Da Ya said unhappily, "What are you dreaming about? Be careful Huahua sends you a pile of dead mice! You forgot that Huahua used to bring you mice and sparrows?"

San Ya puckered her lips, covered her happily gurgling belly, and pleaded in a childish voice to the tricolored cat: "Huahua, can you bring me baozi? Mantou is fine too, no mice, no sparrows."

After leaving the ancestral hall, the tricolored cat Jiang He ran toward the kitchen.

He waited for the right moment, when the kitchen was empty, then sneaked in.

The system saw the tricolored cat struggling to wrap mantou in oiled paper, its sharp claws occasionally screeching across the paper, utterly speechless.

"Host, you regret it, huh? Who let you choose to become a cat to do the task?"

"Generally, it's best for the wisher to hand over their body to the task performer to do the task, which also benefits the wisher; if they encounter a capable task performer, the points and merit earned during the task are high, and some will be given to the wisher, so the wisher's luck in the next life won't be too bad."

"\"What's the big deal? Occasionally using other methods to do the task is also a challenge. \" Jiang He meowed, indifferent, \"Besides, the wisher is quite pitiful; why not let her live again? \""

"The system chuckled to itself, letting the little girl be reborn, yet worrying she'd ruin the task, so it turned into a cat to accompany the little girl in doing the task?"

"This is more exhausting than directly taking over the wisher's identity to do the task; host, just be soft-hearted."

"Jiang He said: \"I have no choice either, and I can't give the wisher a cheat. \""

"After the Main God Council, many new regulations were established; not to mention reborn wishers, even the task performers' cheats are not given. To ensure the world's fate runs normally, lest reborn beings disrupt the balance, your memory will also be wiped clean."

"Nowadays, fewer and fewer wishers choose rebirth; without a cheat, unless their IQ and EQ are super high, rebirth is useless, and the task performer will also suffer bad luck."

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"It's just that the host is soft-hearted; the transaction partner wants to live life again, the host can't bear it and isn't reassured, so they'd rather possess a cat to watch by their side."

"Jiang He also wanted to sigh; he just couldn't get past that hurdle in his heart."

"Originally in this world, he just wanted to be a cat and coast through; after entering, he had an ominous premonition—eighty percent sure that even if he became a cat, he'd still have to work himself to death."

"The system muttered softly: \"Looks like this task will definitely be a loss…… Although the wisher died for the country, the merit isn't enough for rebirth; fortunately, such loss-making deals aren't many……\""

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"The system also said: \"Host, actually choosing the body of a relative closely related to the wisher can better accomplish the task. Take that Luo Lao Tai Tai, for example—she's an excellent candidate…… As for letting her die early, is that bad? Oh dear, the Main God is the fairest; since this Luo Lao Tai Tai has been thinking of her grandson all her life, in the next life we'll guarantee her descendants fill the house. \""

"Even if in the next life she lives in a thatched hut, so poor she can't afford food or clothes, it's nothing; anyway, by then she'll have a house full of descendants, enough to make Luo Lao Tai Tai happy."

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"The system regrets a bit; the host isn't used to being a Heavenly Dog Boss in tasks, turning him into a cat—how could he possibly earn that many points?"

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"Having him possess a woman, or an old lady? He might as well be a eunuch."

"Even after enduring such a miserable life, San Ya still longs for her relatives, wanting to reunite with them; so what if he just stays as a cat to accompany her for a lifetime?"

"Jiang He the cat meowed, finally having packed the food, and meowed: \"Don't worry, sooner or later someone will call me the Heavenly Cat Boss! \""

"He comforted the system, \"I'm telling you, the Heavenly Cat Boss is definitely stronger than the Heavenly Dog Boss! \""

"So don't keep fixating on that other's Heavenly Dog Host."

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Jiang He's cat looked smug: "Of course it's more famous!"

The system thought for a long time, still couldn't figure it out—could it be that in some cultivation world, cats are actually stronger than dogs?

"Host, do you really think being a cat is better? You don't feel awkward?"

When it first became a cat, the system wasn't used to it, but since the host likes being a cat, can its task range be expanded?

Jiang He said: "Other than that, it's fine; the main thing is to suppress instincts."

"Instincts?" the system said, bewildered. It had even worn this three‑colored cat's shell—there's nothing to restrain.

Jiang He's cat raised its paw with a pained look: "Look, this is the instinct! Cats clean themselves by licking their fur, the range includes the anus……"

Its paws often crawl on the ground; the first time it licked its paw, he almost went crazy.

System: "……"

The system's silvery‑white spherical body instantly turned iron‑blue.

It seems… when it was a cat, it licked everywhere; it's all because it's used to the data ball that doesn't excrete, forgetting that carbon‑based lifeforms that eat and drink also defecate……

What made it indignant was that the dog host was still making snide remarks nearby: "Hey, system, you're still inexperienced—learn from me!"

The delivery room was still busy.

"Push, I can already see the head!"

The midwife's surprised yet tired voice came out; Luo Lao Tai Tai outside, guarding, asked in a sharp voice: "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Midwife Huang hurriedly replied: "Don't know yet, the buttocks haven't come out."

When looking at adults, you look at the face, but when looking at a newborn, you still have to look at the buttocks.

Everyone inside and outside the house was waiting for the baby's buttocks to appear.

Luo Lao Tai Tai paced anxiously; Xu Shi at this moment finally forgot her husband's existence, her mind a blank, her consciousness somewhat scattered, yet she still kept thinking of her son—she had to give birth to him.

Finally, the baby's cry came from inside the house, tearing through the night.

"Waaah……"

Luo Lao Ye, who had been out checking accounts all day, hurried home in the dark.

When he heard the baby had been born, he rushed over, flung open the swaddling clothes, and his face immediately darkened.

How is it another money‑losing good!

He wanted a grandson, not another granddaughter.

The three‑colored cat on the roof covered its ears, filtering out the wails and curses from below.

Luo Lao Tai Tai was both heartbroken and furious, cursing at her daughter‑in‑law with a mouth full of dirty words, showing no sympathy for her weakened body after childbirth.

Xu Shi had already fainted; even in her unconscious state, her tears wouldn't stop.

She murmured: "Why? I clearly dreamed of having a son… the Bodhisattva said he'd send me a son!"

The midwife, who hadn't received any reward from the Luo family, awkwardly held the baby; although she'd seen this many times, no matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't bear it.

Clearly it should be a time for the baby and mother to rest, but the house was in chaos.

Luo Lao Tai Tai shouted sharply: "Don't keep it! Our family doesn't want a money‑losing good! Midwife Huang, drown her and throw her out—I'll pay you!"

Midwife Huang's hand holding the baby trembled, then she quickly shoved the baby into the old lady's hands. She hurriedly said: "No, no, no—I won't do such a wicked thing! Old lady, I tell you, if you do this, you'll surely face retribution!"

Luo Lao Tai Tai was both angry and furious; she refrained from doing it herself only because she believed in retribution.

I heard that a ghost formed from a baby is the most fearsome.

Furthermore, she feared leaving a bad reputation; if she personally drowned her granddaughter, covering it up might be okay, but if she couldn't hide it, would she still be fit to be human?

Midwife Huang glanced sympathetically at the baby in the swaddling clothes, secretly thinking that this girl's life would be hard.

But this meagre sympathy vanished when she saw the Luo family's blue‑brick, tile‑covered mansion; no matter how hard their fate, they never lacked food or clothing, far better than these poor commoners.

Then she reached out her hand: "Luo Lao Tai Tai, give me the money."

Luo Lao Tai Tai reluctantly shoved the money into Midwife Huang's hand.

Midwife Huang clutched a dozen or so copper coins; as she left, she couldn't help spitting at the stone lion in front of the Luo mansion, saying: "The richer people are, the stingier they get!"

Today the Luo household's atmosphere was terrible; the servants coming and went tip‑toed, afraid that heavy footsteps would provoke a huge scolding.

San Ya nibbled her steamed bun bite by bite, cherishing it.

Luo Lao Tai Tai thought that only by accumulating virtue could she have a grandson; only then did the three‑colored cat settle in the Luo household.

The servants waiting outside heard the commotion inside and couldn't help but turn pale.

She cozily snuggled into Luo Jia Ming's arms and said: "Master, your wife gave birth to another daughter?"

Da Ya's body suddenly went limp, her eyes glazed; another sister……

She struggled to sit up, tears spilling again: "Is Mother angry with me, making them kneel in the ancestral hall? It's all my fault—I didn't bear a son."

Even if they had a younger brother, the Luo family would still ignore the daughters, but she really couldn't bear to see Mother weeping day and night, lamenting her miserable fate.

This time, the three‑colored cat disappeared for good.

"Xu Shi's plot of land is fated to bear only daughters," Luo Jia Ming said, embracing the alluring Mu Dan, "My dear, if you can bear me a son, I'll let you in."

The old lady early this morning held her chest and complained of discomfort; Second Master Luo Jia Ming had returned home yesterday, but didn't even see his wife—he went straight to the accounts office to get some money and left.

Chun Hua, on her way to see Luo Lao Tai Tai, couldn't help sneezing and quickened her pace.

The servants of the Luo mansion saw the powder‑caked face before them, the wrinkles still visible despite the makeup, and couldn't help but step back.

When he was woken by the servant, he flew into a rage, shouting: "If you have nothing important, I'll definitely slice you!"

"Go, go, go, is a little servant girl worth Grandfather making a trip home?" Luo Jia Ming said indifferently, his eye sockets were bluish, and he yawned.

Flower probably knows it was San Ya who saved it; when it grows a bit bigger it will be able to catch mice; the first thing is to offer a small mouse to San Ya as breakfast.

She actually doesn't dislike her younger sister, but a son is too important to her mother and to the Luo Family, so she, like her mother, constantly thinks about wanting a younger brother.

The cook couldn't help but sigh secretly; she felt pity for those three maidservants still kneeling in the ancestral hall.

Luo Lao Tai Tai likes dogs but not cats; she declared she would throw it away, even if San Ya begged bitterly and the two sisters also pleaded for mercy to no avail, the host still said, "Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life."

The steamed buns weren't large, and the three children didn't eat much either; they were soon full.

I wonder if he didn't sleep last night after working all night.

The servant was somewhat dumbfounded, "Second Master, aren't you going back to have a look?"

Fortunately the weather isn't cold yet; otherwise this old lady would truly be suffering.

The madam really wanted to devour this young servant; she covered her mouth and laughed like a clucking old hen, "Little brother, you're not married yet, are you? Sister I'll give you free guidance on how to consummate the marriage……"

Luo Jia Ming immediately stopped caring about the servant, pulling the courtesan into a hearty bout of merrymaking.

At that time everyone in the mansion was astonished; after the story spread, everyone believed the Three-Colored Cat was a very spirited cat.

If she had known, she would have gone to see her daughter today and had the Luo Family fetch a midwife to assist with the birth.

Da Ya instead breathed a sigh of relief; this showed that Flower wasn't some demonic creature, just smarter than an ordinary cat.

"She's a young lady."

Chun Hua really felt helpless; in this situation, they should just let the three young ladies come out—there's no need to ask the old lady, even if she's ruthless, she wouldn't want her granddaughter to die, would she?

The servant fled in fright, completely forgetting the Second Master inside, not daring to go in, and could only stand guard outside.

At this moment, the madam swayed over with a water‑bucket waist, giving the young, strong servant an ambiguous look and said, "Little brother, if you're getting impatient, come to my room—I won't charge you."

Once the Second Master's money runs out, he'll definitely return home; he just needs to wait here.

She doesn't resent her husband for frequently running off to the Joyful Red House; she knows she can't attend to him while pregnant, so what fault does he have?

"Yes, yes, my poor children!" Xu Shi's tears were about to fall again, "Go ask Mother if she can let them come out; they're still young, and kneeling will ruin their bodies."

Even if it's a sin to bear no grandsons, how could the blame possibly fall on them?

Luo Jia Ming's face instantly drained; he threw aside the half‑put‑on pants and lay down again, "I knew Xu Shi was destined only to bear daughters."

After the child fell asleep, she placed Si Ya to one side, and Xu Shi fell into a daze again.

Xu Shi looked at the sleeping infant beside her with a sorrowful expression, her feelings complex.

How long have they been kneeling? The old lady hasn't said a word to let them rise; the youngest, the third miss, is only five in nominal age, so young—if this wears her body out, what can we do?

In the kitchen, the cook was staring at a jar of bird's nest porridge, stirring it little by little, afraid it would overflow.

But San Ya really put her all into praying to the ancestors; she and her two sisters knelt together for an entire night.

How could she be so unlucky, actually fantasizing that the Luo Family would give a reward for bearing a son? That Luo Lao Tai Tai's heart is black as coal—she certainly won't bear a grandson in this lifetime!

The current Luo Lao Tai Tai is like a firecracker—set it off with the slightest spark.

Just as Chun Hua left, Xu Shi began to feel wistful again: "Luo Jia Ming, it's all my fault—I couldn't give you a son; I truly love you, I can't let you go to a fox spirit……"

According to its future fate, this cat's life isn't much better either.

The three young ladies stayed in the ancestral hall for a night, and no one knows if anyone brought them food—all because she got busy and dazed.

The Three-Colored Cat gave her a white‑eye stare, saying, "It's making things difficult for my Fat Tiger; the buns can be carried in the mouth, but how do we get the water?"

In the afternoon, when Xu Shi woke up, she finally realized her three daughters were still in the ancestral hall.

After eating, the three little girls huddled together. "Big sister, did you hear that sound? It sounds like Mother gave birth……" San Ya said uncertainly, pricking up her ears to listen to the outside noise.

Never mind; Chun Hua knows the mistress is timid, so asking won't hurt.

At this moment, Luo Jia Ming was holding the courtesan and sleeping soundly.

Her attendant Chun Hua habitually took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

The cook had also subtly reminded the mistress that crying too much during the postpartum period could harm her eyesight later; whether the mistress had taken it to heart, we don't know.

Luo Lao Tai Tai had people inquire and learned that the money was again being sent to the fox spirit at the Joyful Red House; she then loudly cursed the Joyful Red House fox spirit for being shameless, and also scolded the mistress for being useless—even if she couldn't bear a son, at least she couldn't even keep her man in line, and so on.

She hadn't seen her father in a long time—about three months, maybe? If she had a younger brother, it would be nice; then her father wouldn't need to go to the Joyful Red House to find a woman to bear a brother.

It must be the fox spirit at the Joyful Red House that's no good—a fox spirit that specially absorbs people's vital energy, which is why her husband can't resist.

I've heard that in ancient times, when a lady of the house was pregnant, she would have her nearby maidservants attend to the male master; her husband had never entertained the idea of those maidservants, and he treated her with respect.

"Young mistress, the three young ladies……" Chun Hua hesitated before reminding her.

Luo Jia Ming hadn't returned home to rest for several days; aside from going back to ask for money, he spent his nights at the Joyful Red House, even forgetting that his wife was about to give birth.

Waaah……

This Xu Shi is made of water—she usually laments her husband's absence, but now that she's observing the postpartum month, crying too much can easily damage her eyes.

If Da Ya had seen the Three-Colored Cat place the three buns on oiled paper and wrap it up with its two paws, she wouldn't have thought that way.

San Ya is still young; her concept of her father isn't as strong as the Three-Colored Cat's, and her round little face is full of anxiety: "Will Mother be angry with us?"

They never expected the Three-Colored Cat to actually bring them buns.

Da Ya and Er Ya were energized, even forgetting the pain in their knees, and in unison asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Er Ya is also simple‑minded, mumbling, "……Dad will be even less willing to come home later."

He also had no choice—the grandfather ordered him to come find the Second Master; if he didn't come, what could be done?

After feeding the baby, Xu Shi adeptly patted her back to prevent her from spitting up.

Da Ya was already sensible; she looked at the Three-Colored Cat with suspicion, feeling the cat was somewhat off, but the scent of the buns made her starving stomach abandon thought.

San Ya patted her little belly, licked her lips, feeling a bit thirsty, and asked in a soft, childish voice, "Flower, can you get some water?"

The servant hurriedly said, "Second Master, the mistress has given birth!"

The cat also knows gratitude.

Luo Jia Ming already has three daughters; another little girl would really fail to excite him.

Heck! It's truly terrifying! The ghosts in the folk tales must look like this—pale face, red lips, as if they'd eaten a dead child.

What a so‑called sister—clearly an old woman! No, a ghostly crone!

She knows this isn't the daughter's fault; the world is harsh on women, and if possible, this child would surely wish to be reborn as a son—it's all her failing as a mother, not giving birth to a boy.

She remembered that Flower was a tiny milk‑cat that had almost starved to death, abandoned near Bamboo Light Temple at the time.

Er Ya said foolishly, "Is this the cat's way of repaying its kindness?"

In the ancestral hall, the three little maids were all stunned.

After the doctor came over to examine, he implicitly said that if a woman does not properly observe her postpartum confinement, her body will not be healthy later.

San Ya waited a long time, pouted disappointedly, and softly complained, "Hua Hua didn't bring water."

It's not strange for it to bring steamed buns; it's just like how it used to bring mice and sparrows.

Si Ya cried for a long time on the side, finally got to drink milk.

Their mother could not hold her ground, their father was away from home, their grandfather was indifferent and their grandmother unkind; even the young lady's life was not as good as that of this servant's daughter.

How fragrant! This flavor is the red date steamed buns made by Auntie Song.

The courtesan Mu Dan had already awakened, hugging the blanket as she sat up, revealing her fair shoulders.

The cook secretly shook her head; the old lady really is something, blaming Xu Shi is enough, how innocent those three little maids are.

Luo Jia Ming barely mustered some energy, pulled over the pants at the bedside, putting them on while saying, "Male or female?"

The cook lowered her head and took out some brown sugar from the cabinet, to later make some sugar water to sweeten the mouths of the three young ladies.

The lady fainted right then.

Just then, their wet nurse and mother took the whole family to the temple to pray for children, and San Ya saw them, so she wanted to bring them home.

Upon hearing that, the courtesan's beautiful face was full of charm, her boneless soft hand drawing on his chest, making his heart go soft.

At that moment, they heard a burst of crying and shouting.

This bird's nest is certainly not for the lady to eat; having given birth to a daughter, she has no qualification to eat bird's nest.

"Madam, you're still young," Chun Hua, with a dark, round face, softly comforted, "You see, people in their fifties can still give birth; you're only in your twenties this year, you'll surely bear a son."

When San Ya was sold into the Joyful Red House, Hua Hua desperately scratched the thugs and the madam, but was kicked to death by someone.

The steamed bun is small and exquisite; she fears that eating just two bites will finish it, so she dares not take a big bite, eating while praising the Three-Colored Cat: "Hua Hua, you're awesome~"

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