Fang Ping was carried into the dealership by a beautiful Little Miss, then gently set down.
"Kitty!"
"Which car do you like?"
"We'll take you to see it—wherever you want to go!"
The area was swarming with fierce, protective Little Misses, all clustered around Fang Ping like a security detail.
Anyone who dared lay a hand on him would not walk away unscathed.
Unintentionally, Fang Ping now had a full team of gorgeous bodyguards.
The other customers at the dealership looked on in envy.
Man and cat—how could their treatment differ so vastly?
In the live streaming room, the viewers were going crazy:
"Lord has reached the peak of life—no, the peak of cathood!"
"Lord, please let me be your little bro!"
"Lord, I'm coming to pledge loyalty now!"
"Lord, please gift me one of those Little Misses!"
The floor manager followed closely, nervous as ever.
His main concern: that this cat might suddenly jump onto a car.
If that happened, not even a group of pretty girls could save the situation.
Fortunately, the Little Misses seemed to anticipate the same issue.
"Kitty, don't jump onto the car."
"Be good, let's stay a little further away."
"There's not much fun here anyway. We'll just look for a bit, then go."
"Kitty, why don't I hold you instead?"
They carefully reminded Fang Ping.
They had full faith that he could understand them.
Because—he was a Cat from the Stars.
He could do anything!
This time, Fang Ping didn't let them carry him.
He raised a paw and gently pushed away a soft, eager hand.
Twitching his ears, he padded two meters forward and stopped in front of a car.
Under the watchful eyes of the Little Misses, he sat down.
The car looked pretty nice. He wanted to know more about its specs.
He turned his head—not to the Little Misses—but to the young female sales rep nearby.
She was the same one who had been explaining cars to a couple that morning.
Now, seeing the cat again—and this time with so many stunning women—she was honestly stunned.
Fang Ping looked at her directly. She wasn't quite sure what he meant.
Thinking for a moment, she brought over a glass of warm water.
"Kitty, are you thirsty?"
She crouched down in front of him and offered the water with a smile.
Fang Ping raised his paw and pushed the cup away.
No, he wasn't thirsty.
Still, the young saleswoman was quite polite—she hadn't treated him any differently just because he was a cat.
She stood up again, puzzled. She understood now that he didn't want water.
But what did he want?
She glanced at the floor manager, who also looked helpless.
How was he supposed to understand what a cat wanted?
"Why don't you introduce this car?"
"I think Kitty might be interested."
"He's been staring at it this whole time."
A Little Miss offered the suggestion.
She didn't know Fang Ping's intentions either, but by sheer luck—she guessed right.
The young saleswoman hesitated.
Giving a car presentation to a cat? This was definitely a first.
But—what the heck. Might as well do it.
So she started explaining the car's features with practiced ease.
The brand's strengths, exterior design, performance, configuration, pricing, fuel efficiency...
One by one, she went through them all.
Even the surrounding Little Misses were drawn in by the explanation.
Whether or not they were buying, they listened with genuine interest.
The saleswoman was clearly excellent at her job.
They all started chiming in, asking questions about different cars.
Fang Ping sat nearby, his tail twitching lightly. He didn't say a word, but he was absorbing everything.
All the questions he had in mind—the Little Misses had already asked them.
This way of car shopping? Super efficient.
Once he'd learned enough, Fang Ping moved on to the next car.
And then—
He turned to look at the young saleswoman again, his tail curling slightly.
Still interested?
The young woman found it amusing.
She still wasn't convinced he really understood.
But—why not? She treated him like a proper customer and started the next round of explanations.
The same scene began repeating in front of every new car.
Eventually, even the floor manager stopped interfering.
He could tell this cat wasn't going to jump onto the vehicles.
Clearly, this wasn't your ordinary feline.
As for whether a cat could actually buy a car?
No normal person would think that far.
Fang Ping viewed five or six cars in total.
Now that he had all the info he needed, he turned around and started walking toward the exit.
The Little Misses followed closely behind.
They'd only come in because of Fang Ping. If he was leaving, of course they would too.
"Kitty, done looking already?"
"I told you these cars weren't fun."
"Kitty, why don't you come with us?"
"Kitty, want to check out our office?"
"Kitty, our place is way more exciting!"
They kept talking even as they rode the elevator back up.
Fang Ping flicked his ears and glanced at one of their phones.
It was still early—too early to head back to Zhou Chenchen.
She was busy studying materials about the Ou Group anyway. He didn't want to interrupt her.
So when the elevator doors opened on the 18th floor, Fang Ping hesitated.
He didn't get off.
The Little Misses didn't think he'd made a mistake—this cat always knew the right floor.
He never got it wrong.
"Kitty, you're agreeing?"
"Kitty, are you coming to our company?"
"Kitty, I like you!"
"Kitty, I love you!"
What was supposed to be a parting moment turned into renewed enthusiasm.
They were thrilled.
Their company was on the 22nd floor, a few floors above the advertising firm.
As they exited the elevator, Fang Ping finally discovered the truth about these girls.
Fanxing Model Culture Company!
Huge golden letters loomed before him.
So these beautiful Little Misses... were models!
No wonder they had such stunning figures and gorgeous looks.
Fang Ping, had he still been a man, would've...
No!
Control!
I'm a cat now.
I have no other thoughts!
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