Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 87 Qing Yi, Open the Door for Me

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Qing Yi, Open the Door for Me

If it were really a matter of life and death, fine, but damn it, it’s all because a cat overate...

Can you not be so naughty and stop giving people such a hard time?

Jun Moyan glanced at him, "From today on, you’ll be staying at Wu Garden."

"Why?"

"It’s still young and needs to be taken care of," Jun Moyan said indifferently.

The drunkard didn’t initially realize who Jun Moyan was referring to as "it."

After he caught on, the drunkard shook his head with an expression that read ’you’re beyond help’: "I think you really need to go to the hospital for a check-up, mainly to check your brain."

"..."

"You want a renowned doctor like me to take care of a cat? Are you insulting me, or the entire medical profession?"

Those prestigious families couldn’t even secure his services with high fees, and here was Jun Moyan asking him to take care of a cat.

Was he really taking advantage of the fact that the drunkard had no temper?

"You seem to always be insulting medicine," Jun Moyan shot him a glance and went upstairs carrying Wen Xiao’ai.

"You..." The drunkard swung his fist toward Jun Moyan, only to end up shaking it futilely at his retreating back.

"This is outrageous."

Then, huffing with irritation, he left the hall and found Qing Yi.

He knocked on the door persistently.

"Who’s there, in the middle of the night?" An impatient voice came from the room.

"Qing Yi, open the damn door," the drunkard kept pounding on his door.

The moment Qing Yi realized who was at the door, he threw off his blanket, instantly wide awake.

"The drunkard?"

"Qing Yi, Qing Yi, Qing Yi..." The drunkard outside the door was badgering as if his life depended on it, seemingly heedless of the possibility of waking up Bai Yi on the same floor.

Once sure he wasn’t mistaken, Qing Yi got out of bed, turned on the light,

then opened the door, yawning as he faced the utterly listless drunkard at the doorway.

"What are you doing here this late at night?"

The drunkard walked right in, saying as he went, "Go ask your Young Master Jun, with a full belly in the dead of night, and nothing better to do than to torment people."

Clearly peeved, the drunkard entered Qing Yi’s room and lay down directly on his bed.

Qing Yi closed the door and walked over to the bed, "What’s up with the third young master?"

"Nothing’s wrong with him, it’s that little creature. It overate tonight and got bloated." The drunkard was annoyed just talking about it.

Qing Yi came over to the bed, patting the drunkard’s shoulder, "Move over a bit."

The drunkard didn’t open his eyes, simply shifting to the side.

Qing Yi turned off the light and lay down next to the drunkard, "Xiaoguai’s okay, right?"

"Xiaoguai? That cat?"

"Mhm."

"If it had any trouble, would I be here?" the drunkard said exasperatedly, "This Jun Moyan, normally you can hardly get close to animals, let alone people, and now suddenly he’s so fond of a cat."

"That cat is no ordinary cat; that’s the third young master’s lucky star,"

"Pfft..." The drunkard snatched the blanket from Qing Yi, "Sleep."

Qing Yi chuckled, "You refuse to stay at Wu Garden when asked, so you only have yourself to blame for always being in such a rush,"

"..."

The drunkard didn’t respond, seeming to actually fall asleep,

but within minutes, Qing Yi’s arm got bumped.

From the drunkard, a voice arose: "Do you have any food here?"

"You didn’t eat dinner again tonight, did you?" Qing Yi frowned.

The drunkard seriously recalled, then chuckled awkwardly, "Heh heh..."

Without saying anything, Qing Yi already knew he probably hadn’t eaten and guessed he’d just gone straight to bed after drinking.

Qing Yi, with a sense of resignation, got up from the bed: "Can’t you drink less and eat on time? If you were to quit drinking one day, I absolutely... never mind, if you could quit drinking, Bai Yi would stop being afraid of ghosts."

Talking to himself, Qing Yi opened the door and left.