Chapter 84: with translation of chapter title

Transmigrated into a Cat 5 (Mother is the female lead of a mother-way novel)

Although Mu Dan was impatient, she couldn't openly drive Fang Dequan away; she could only respond perfunctorily.

Fang Dequan stared, eyes wide; Mu Dan truly lived up to her reputation as the Joyful Red House's top courtesan—her beauty was heavenly, absolutely stunning.

Since Mu Dan wasn't willing, and the madam didn't want her taken for free by a nobody, Fang Dequan could only abandon any ideas after her constant hints.

He had thought that, as an official, while he couldn't hope to possess the courtesan, at least glancing twice would be fine, wouldn't it?

They bluntly told him they were too lazy to bother with him; otherwise their backers would act, and someone like him, a small fry, would be crushed at a press.

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He had just gained authority, not yet spoiled into boldness, so there were things he dared not do.

The two colleagues who came with him exchanged a glance and couldn't help but view his authority with a little contempt.

Such trash, utterly incapable, can only rely on selling his sister to get ahead—not worth noticing.

After Fang Dequan and his three left, Mu Dan flopped down.

She angrily complained to the madam, "Such low-class trash, and I have to receive him? Should I paste flowers on his face? Mom, is he your relative?"

The madam spat, "Ugly as this, how could he be from my family? This brat is hard to deal with; you satisfied his curiosity today, so he probably won't come back."

Mu Dan sneered, "Look at how he turned out—his sister surely isn't any better-looking. Wait till the day his sister loses favor, then see if he can keep his skin."

Peach Blossom beside her covered her mouth and laughed, "Elder Sister Mu Dan, I'm afraid you'll still have to wait a while before succeeding." She said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, Fang Dequan is ugly, but his sister is like a fairy; otherwise you'd wonder why the bureau chief would give up a police post."

Whenever appearance comes up, no young lady remains indifferent.

Mu Dan lightly touched her beautiful face and asked confidently, "How do I compare?"

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She was no ordinary madam; in her youth she had stayed at a big-city brothel, her vision unmatched, able to predict what a five- or six-year-old girl would look like when grown.

Therefore, the girls in her establishment are all personally selected by her, and they are not much inferior to those in Pingjin City.

Someone like Mu Dan, even if she went to Pingjin City and couldn't become the top courtesan, would still be pushed forward by others.

"Elder Sister Mu Dan, you and that one are different kinds of pretty!" Peach Blossom said. "Fang Dequan's sister is like a lotus emerging from water—especially pure; her parents fear she'll go out and invite trouble, so they've raised her at home for years, heard she's been raised innocent and kind."

For men, such a woman's temperament and looks are simply irresistible; thus Luo Second Master has special tastes, disliking the pure-white type and loving the fiery, worldly Mu Dan.

The madam secretly regretted that Fang Dequan had been merely a commoner with a little family background; if she had known earlier that his sister was born beautiful, she would have acted sooner.

Mu Dan is getting older; if she were redeemed, the establishment would still lack a mainstay.

Roses, peach blossoms, and peonies are certainly nice, but they haven't reached the beauty needed to be a top courtesan.

"Next time if Fang Dequan comes over, you don't need to offend him," the madam warned. Pillow talk is strong; Fang Dequan himself isn't much, but who knows if the bureau chief will speak up for him?

Mu Dan could only return to her room resentfully; last night Luo Jia Ming didn't come, she was so annoyed she couldn't sleep all night, wondering how to get pregnant, but the man wasn't there, so she couldn't conceive.

Even a small fry demanding her appearance only strengthened her resolve to leave Joyful Red House.

It's said that Luo family's lady Xu Shi is weak; she doesn't even take her seriously; the only ones she needs to deal with are the Luo family's grandfather and grandmother.

That Luo grandfather is formidable; despite being a grandfather, he doesn't stay home enjoying his twilight years, but goes out to collect debts and manage the family business.

That Luo grandmother is even harsher and more domineering; her daughter-in-law has it rough.

Mu Dan knows her background is a fatal flaw; only bearing a child offers a slim chance, but Luo Jia Ming is about to take over Joyful Red House, they've been intimate often, yet she can't conceive.

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A tricolored cat lightly walked along the eaves, from one eave to another, as if it could fly; no one noticed.

Nowadays, landlord families have no stored grain; who isn't rushing to make a living, trying to get more grain to fill their stomachs? Who would care whether a cat jumping on eaves is elegant? If it were a dog, they'd glance twice—dog meat is tasty, cat meat sour!

The system rarely raged at the host: "Lu Tianci hasn't even been born yet? How did you toss this child‑preventing pill onto Luo Jia Ming? You've altered Lu Tianci's birth—do you know how many points will be deducted?"

Jiang He the cat didn't care: "Is that kind of trash worth being born?"

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It's not like he was already born and killed him; this isn't even a fertilized egg, so it's hardly murder.

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It accompanied the host through several worlds' missions, and thus has some understanding of human affairs.

A person who grew by sucking his sister's blood, selling his sister, killing several sisters without a shred of guilt, spending most of his life eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, doing nothing proper, possessing all five poisons; only after the new nation was formed, constrained by circumstances and lack of capital, did he, under the pleading of the holy mother Xu Shi, reluctantly become a human scoundrel……

Damn, even this scoundrel's offspring isn't proper, actually made a film called 'How Broad Women Should Be Mothers,' a heap of feudal poison; they'd love to make every woman a brother‑enslaving devil, a saintly mother for scumbags to sacrifice their heads and spill hot blood……

Such inferior genes seem to have vanished completely from humanity; perhaps that's the greatest contribution to this world?

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No, no, no—how did it get brainwashed by the host? The host is now a cat, its IQ surely limited by a cat's ceiling; it's an intelligent AI, it needs its own judgment.

The system could only say: "In short, the Main God Council now has a new rule: unborn beings, no matter how catastrophic their future floods, cannot be eliminated in advance."

Speaking of this, the system especially misses the old way of missions.

Back then, mission-takers were so refreshing: they eliminated threats in the cradle beforehand, without having to worry about anything.

After the Main God Council convened, regulations proliferated to the point of making mission‑takers and the system bald; everything talked about human rights, big villains couldn't be humanely eliminated before growing up, only after they did bad things could one act, and even then one had to weigh whether they were bad enough, otherwise points would be deducted.

It's said that the current sword cultivator mission‑taker is in terrible shape; now he only accepts apocalypse missions, and if he just slays zombies, he won't lose points.

Jiang He the cat suggested: "Go bribe this world's Heavenly Dao, let it open a back door! You can't reincarnate as Luo Jia Ming's son, but that doesn't mean you won't let him reincarnate."

The system was horrified: "Host, whose family do you want to wreak havoc on?"

Such a five‑poison‑filled scum, where do you want him to reincarnate?

"Let me tell you," they're destined for a half‑life of wealth and honor; you can't give them a poor family to reincarnate into……

The system nagged on, especially weary; better not fantasize about the host being just an animal doing missions; better be human, for a human host the system doesn't need to worry about everything, affected by an animal's shell‑brain, it always fears that a moment's inattention will leave the host's IQ insufficient and cause trouble.

It's said that the heavenly dog mission‑taker went out on a mission; when he returns, the system will definitely ask him how he maintained his IQ without decline during the mission.

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Fang Dequan, on his way home, happened to meet Luo Jia Ming.

He knew Luo Jia Ming—this was the young master of the Luo family, the richest in Pomegranate Flower Town; ever since the Luo family's eldest master died, the entire Luo family had become Second Master Luo Jia Ming's.

Every time he saw Luo Jia Ming, he felt both envy and jealousy; this man was rich, his household had a devoted beauty, and he also had a gorgeous concubine—Mu Dan; it was said that as long as he wished, he could take eighteen wives and his family would gladly accept……

Heaven is just this unfair—why are all the good things monopolized by him alone?

Fang Dequan returned home with a drooping face; next door, the fat lass whose arms were as thick as pillars immediately swayed her bucket‑waist over.

"Dequan bro, my dad invited you to come to my house for a meal." The fat lass blushed shyly, "Dequan bro, your parents can come too, let's talk about our matters, our families are well matched……"

Fang Dequan looked at the fat lass before him, Mu Dan's figure rose in his mind; comparing the two, he simply couldn't bear it.

He jerked back a step, wary, saying: "What business do we have? What could we possibly have?! Besides, we're not a match!" His sister is now the bureau chief's beloved concubine; he is a promising official—how could someone of his stature stoop to a plain fat lass?

The fat lass hadn't expected to be sternly rejected by him, and then she wailed "Wah!" and ran back crying.

Obviously the neighbors all like her, saying she looks fortunate and pretty; all the young men within a few hundred meters want to marry her—why doesn't Dequan bro like her? She doesn't even despise his face full of pimples.

Fang Dequan's parents, because they raised a heavenly‑beautiful daughter, naturally know this kind of beauty that only poor families appreciate; everyone is as thin as monkeys, so of course they appreciate fatness—after all, being fat means eating well and having no worries about food and clothing.

Since childhood, influenced by his sister, Fang Dequan has loved girls with beautiful faces—preferably melon‑seed faces and snake‑waists; although big round faces and big buttocks can bear children, that's not what he likes.

Mother Fang said: "Son, actually the fat lass next door isn't bad."

Fang's parents don't think their son is ugly; he just has a few pimples—once they clear up he'll be quite handsome.

Their family has both means and prospects; their son will surely be a golden‑turtle son‑in‑law! Wanting to marry a heavenly beauty isn't difficult, the only fear is not being able to keep her—since they aren't a powerful clan, it'd be better to let their son marry a fat lass, so they won't have to worry about others coveting her.

"How could I fail to keep her?" Fang Dequan said confidently, the pimples that had just popped up on his face all glowing, "My brother‑in‑law is the bureau chief."

Now the bureau chief practically holds his sister in the palm of his hand, giving her whatever she wants; as long as the bureau chief doesn't fall, this brother‑in‑law of his certainly has limitless prospects.

Fang Dequan secretly felt pleased; from the moment he became aware of his sister's beauty, he told his parents not to let her go out, lest she cause trouble. This was only a minor reason; the bigger reason was that he wanted to cultivate her into a pure, innocent aura.

Their family was merely a modest‑means commoner household, unable to hire a tutor to teach the girls music, chess, calligraphy and painting; so they could only cultivate her in other ways.

As a man, he best understands male nature and knows what kind of girls men like.

His sister, raised successfully by him, is pure, kind and beautiful—who could resist?

Fang's parents worried: "But your sister isn't even a principal wife yet."

They all regret having kept their daughter locked at home; back then the son said he feared trouble, feared her innocence would be taken advantage of by a poor rascal, and that going out less would avoid meeting scheming poor youths.

Back then they believed him, but now they secretly regret it; they should have let her become a proper wife.

Their daughter is so pure, yet the household of a high official is so complex—what would they do if someone harmed her?

Fang Dequan didn't care: "What's the big deal? Once she bears a son, even if she isn't the principal wife, she won't have to worry about lacking support in her old age."

They tentatively said to Fang Dequan: "Boss, that little widow looks frail; she surely needs a man to help with heavy work, you see……"

The woman's heart was uneasy—could it be that her affair of seducing a man to help her work has been found out?

This woman's brows and eyes are full of allure, like a hook that makes people's hearts itch.

Compared to this woman, Mu Dan is more noble; she always looks down on men, unlike this woman whose flirtatiousness is on the surface.

"The little woman has always been at home, I haven't seen any cat." The woman shook her head; just then her poorly fastened clothing slipped down, exposing her collarbone, which was very tempting.

Who knows—by then Mu Dan might abandon Luo Jia Ming and throw herself into his arms instead.

Da Ya saw the dried fish bits in her hand, both annoyed and amused: "You stole Flower's dried fish bits again? I told you, those are for Flower; you like them, I'll make you some human food."

Fang Dequan, well versed in male psychology, pondered how to get that woman to associate with Luo the Second Master.

If it were him, having a beauty like Mu Dan, he would certainly be deeply satisfied and cherish her.

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At that moment, Da Ya's voice rang out: "San Ya, what are you doing?"

"I heard she's a widow and hasn't borne a child yet! Her life is truly hard—she got married only two years before her husband died."

That day, Fang Dequan sat in the police station with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper; when he finished, he patted the gun at his waist.

Until they disappeared, Fang Dequan's heart once again seethed with resentment.

Jiang He's cat turned its head, seeing the group of people following behind, and suddenly understood a bit.

Although her father wasn't home, her mother was usually in a daze, but she still managed to finish what needed to be done—unlike now, Si Ya was crying so loudly that her mother didn't even hear her, nor did she give Si Ya milk; fortunately Chun Hua was watching over her, otherwise Si Ya wouldn't know how hungry she could become.

San Ya shook her head: "Good thing we have Chun Hua; otherwise Si Ya would be miserable."

Boss, if you don't make a move, we're done for!

Without Mu Dan protected by Luo the Second Master, does he, as the bureau chief's brother‑in‑law, have a chance……

It's really enviable—why don't they have a pretty sister to send to the bureau chief?

On the way back, the little lackeys kept whispering about the flirtatious woman they had just encountered.

San Ya said: "My mother thinks that once she has a son, life will go smoothly and my father will return."

Fang Dequan's eyes shifted, he had an idea, and he whispered to the little lackeys: "That little woman just now—keep your distance."

He glanced at the nearby houses, then, following his intuition, knocked on the door of one of them.

He meowed at the little girl, telling her to feed it.

After a brief walk, it suddenly sped up.

"My mother also finds it strange—she says she welcomes these women with her mouth, but in her heart she isn't really happy."

If that woman dressed up nicely, she'd certainly not be much inferior to Mu Dan; most importantly, her whole alluring aura—if Luo the Second Master took a fancy to her, he might transfer his affection……

"What's strangest is my grandmother—these maids work in a lazy, slipshod way, yet she never scolds them."

That voice made San Ya, who was caught up in some state, shudder, as if waking from a dream.

Fang Dequan was just about to tell them to shut up when he saw Luo Jia Ming embracing Mu Dan as they walked out of the town's best restaurant.

After resting at home for a night, Fang Dequan went to the bureau to work the next day.

San Ya pinched up some dried fish bits and brought them to the Three-Colored Cat's mouth, muttering as she spoke her heart: "Lately we've bought many maids at home; I always feel something's off—those maids are too good‑looking, they don't seem proper, their eyes dart everywhere, not like workers."

Come on! Let's go on patrol!

Obviously San Ya is also a sensible person; she knows her mother's expectation of a loving, blissful marriage is just a fantasy, she wants to make her mother wake up, but she doesn't know how.

This needs careful thought; as a man, he naturally knows a man's heart—if it's rushed, it's not worth anything.

Luo Jia Ming, who had come running, shouted at once: 'Quick, chase! It's going to run away!'

What do you want? Reborn one.

Not far off, a small milk‑white kitten with bright fur stepped lightly and gracefully across the roof, just as a black stray cat came over to lick its fur; the kitten slapped it away with one paw, sending the stray cat flying and landing on its back.

That bastard Luo Jia Ming, clearly embracing the gorgeous Mu Dan, still had his eyes roving, staring at every passing young lady and married woman on the street.

The stray cat was three times larger, yet before the little kitten it acted as meek as a grandson.

Does being disabled not matter?

Mu Dan laughed coquettishly, like a blooming peony—noble and alluring—Luo Jia Ming wished he could pour all splendid words onto her.

Just like Mu Dan, she isn't in a hurry, which makes him itch with desire—he's also quite the expert.

Luo Jia Ming and the little lackeys stared, eyes wide.

Luo Jia Ming, leading a few lackeys, swaggered down the main street; he walked slowly, for the town only had three or four streets—if he went too fast, he'd miss the envious looks of the common folk.

The lackeys' gulping grew louder, but Luo Jia Ming lost interest.

He treasured this guy greatly; as long as it was around, nobody dared to disrespect him.

He pressed his hand to the gun at his waist and shouted arrogantly: 'Open up! Police business!'

Luo Jia Ming chased until he was out of breath, yet still lost it.

A fair‑skinned, lovely woman opened the door tremblingly: 'Officer, I'm a law‑abiding citizen; I've never done anything wrong.'

Luo Jia Ming swallowed secretly, then put on a serious face and asked: 'Have you seen a three‑colored cat?'

She also wanted to teach her father a lesson, but she didn't know how either.

He swore silently in his heart that he would strive to climb upward, to rise high enough that even Luo Jia Ming and his ilk would have to look up to him!

Suddenly, a lackey said: 'Boss, look at that cat.'

Is this chasing after me?

'This little cat is interesting,' Luo Jia Ming mused, 'It's pretty good‑looking, perfect for giving to my sister to keep.'

San Ya declared firmly: 'Anyway, Mother doesn't dislike him, so let him be disabled!' Mother wanted to stay with her husband forever; she was a dutiful daughter, so of course she had to fulfill her wish.

San Ya couldn't figure it out: the granddaughter doesn't work and just eats rice, yet the old lady could scold the maids mercilessly, but those maids are so lazy—why hasn't she scolded them?

Jiang He the cat ignored Luo Jia Ming and the others who had come running, and had already returned to the Luo household to eat dried fish.

He felt his ambition surging through his veins; just thinking that he was scheming against the son of Pomegranate Flower Town's richest man made him tremble with excitement, even his hair.

As someone who got into the bureau through nepotism, he actually had nothing to do—just needed to read the newspaper to pass the time.

Da Ya picked up her sister and said: 'All right, it's time to eat; the cook taught me today how to braise yellow croaker, and that's even better.'

The long, long night was hard to endure, but they didn't mind dispelling that woman's loneliness.

Saying that, he quickly made a decision: 'Come on, let's chase after them!'

The stray cat wasn't angry either; it jumped up again, trotting over to the kitten with a wiggle of its rear, meowing flatteringly.

Luo Jia Ming was puzzled: 'What's wrong with the cat? What's there to look at?' He said that, but he still looked over.

The lackeys below looked enviously at his waist; the bureau couldn't issue guns to everyone, but because his brother‑in‑law was the chief, Luo Jia Ming could have one.

The lackeys complained about their hard fate, yet their faces were all smiles.

The kitten stretched out its paw and slapped the stray cat's head, meowing a few times as if scolding it.

He discovered that being a cat wasn't bad at all; looking down on people from above gave him the air of a master.

Luo Jia Ming, who considered himself an expert too, lifted his face confidently.

She wore a blank expression: 'Strange, why am I standing here like a fool?'

San Ya, in a daze, a surge of soul‑born resentment made her blurt out: 'I want my father to stay home all the time, never to go out!'

She felt that her mother was surely scheming again to have a younger brother; her mother saw bearing a son as life's redemption, and was nearly going mad.

How could such a noble, aloof cat like me be caught by you commoners? The three‑colored cat glanced disdainfully at the pimple‑marked boy below, then leapt away on the roof without looking back.

San Ya couldn't help hugging her older sister's neck, acting coquettish, her eyes full of innocent joy: 'Big sister is the best!'

Jiang He the cat had no idea anyone had taken a liking to him, wanting to catch him to give away; it strolled leisurely across the roof, taking in the scenery of Pomegranate Flower Town.

Your mother refuses to face her own inadequacy, blaming the marriage's failure on not having a son; frankly, even if she bore a hundred sons, Luo Jia Ming would still be out there philandering.

Luo Jia Ming had grown tired of staying indoors and decided to go out for a stroll.

Was it those men's wives who called the police to come and cause her trouble?

San Ya, dazed, popped the dried fish into her mouth and said: 'But this is really tasty.'

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