Murphy's serious attitude toward music is something ordinary singers can't match! Even without any scheduled appearances today, she still maintained her habit of arriving early at her recording studio to practice her vocals—after all, the studio has soundproof walls, and practicing at home would disturb the neighbors.
In the middle of it, Murphy stepped out to use the restroom. On her way back, she suddenly heard a few faint cries: "Meow, meow..."
"Huh? A cat?" Murphy followed the sound curiously, and before long, she spotted a small kitten crouching in a corner piled with old cabinets and drawers waiting to be cleared out, meowing helplessly.
It was a tiny kitten, about a month and a half old—the age when they can run and jump, full of curiosity about the world. She just didn't know why it had ended up here.
Murphy felt a pang of sympathy. She crouched down and gently scooped up the little one. The kitten shrank back in fear, but perhaps it was too hungry, its movements sluggish and unable to resist.
Having loved cats since childhood, Murphy immediately recognized its breed: short fur, round face, small ears, and big, round eyes. Most notably, its fur was a blue-ink color—what else could it be but a British Shorthair?
"Meow, meow..." The little one's cries were weak. When it opened its mouth, its pink little tongue instinctively licked out—it was clearly starving!
"Oh, what do I do?" Murphy felt a bit anxious.
She had milk powder in her office, but obviously, cow's milk couldn't be fed to such a tiny kitten! Young cats are lactose intolerant; drinking it would give them diarrhea!
Holding the kitten in one hand, Murphy pulled out her phone from her bag and called Mo Xiaojuan: "Xiaojuan, where are you?"
"At the company downstairs? Great, don't come up yet. Go to the pet store and buy a bag of kitten food—make sure it's for kittens, okay? Yeah, I found a little cat, and it's almost starving."
"What breed? Why are you asking that now? Hurry up and buy it, and you'll need to soak it soft—the cat's about to die!" Murphy was getting a bit flustered.
But as she was on the phone, Mo Xiaojuan had already taken the elevator up. The signal cut out, and the next moment, she appeared right in front of Murphy.
"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" Murphy cradled the kitten in her arms, gently stroking the fine fluff on the back of its head to calm it down. "Look, it's almost starving. Go on, buy it for me!"
Mo Xiaojuan smiled as she looked at the cat in Murphy's hands, but she wasn't the least bit hurried. She chuckled, "Sis, don't worry! I've seen this British Shorthair before—it belongs to Xiao Ai from the third-floor planning department! Her cat had a litter last month, and she even brought them to show us!"
"Maybe since it's the weekend and she's working overtime, she brought the kitten along to play? I saw Xiao Ai this morning!" Mo Xiaojuan said cheerfully. "Sis, don't stress. Let's just return it to Xiao Ai. Even if it's not hers, she definitely has cat food."
However, when Murphy heard that the kitten might already have an owner, she wasn't particularly happy—instead, she felt a faint sense of disappointment.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go quickly! The kitten's almost starving!" Murphy held the cat close, looking down as she stroked it.
The little British Shorthair was indeed Xiao Ai's. She had gotten busy with some work and forgotten to keep an eye on it, and when she looked up, it was gone. She was frantically searching for the kitten!
"Thanks, Sister Feifei, thanks, Juanjuan! It actually ran up to the fifth floor? Getting bold, huh!" Xiao Ai said in shock. After taking the kitten, she placed it in a small basket where a few other British Shorthair kittens were meowing, eagerly waiting to be fed!
Xiao Ai quickly prepared soaked cat food for the kittens. These little ones, under two months old, could eat kitten food softened with hot water, but they absolutely couldn't be given cow's milk.
Murphy lingered reluctantly, playing with the kittens, especially the one she had just rescued. It looked the smallest but was quite bold.
Not only did it not shy away like its siblings, but after their earlier contact, it seemed to have taken a liking to Murphy, reaching out a tiny paw to touch her hand.
Murphy gently held it, squeezing softly. The little pads under its claws were so soft and satisfying to press!
"Meow, meow." The kitten's tender cries nearly melted Murphy's heart.
But it was a pity—this was someone else's cat...
...
Petting a cat has its limits; you have to be careful not to get too attached... In the end, Murphy could only reluctantly return to her office.
Mo Xiaojuan skillfully turned on her computer, ready to check and reply to emails about new business collaborations. But as soon as she opened her inbox, she spotted a familiar name.
"Ah!" Mo Xiaojuan rushed excitedly to the recording studio and called out to Murphy, "Sis, come quick! Mu Zi'ang sent an email!"
Mo Xiaojuan was a bit overly excited, and Murphy scolded her: "You're a grown woman, still getting all worked up over little things. How will you ever get married?"
Murphy remained calm as the two returned to the office to read the email.
"Mu Zi'ang," true to his earlier promise, had taken half a month to prepare and had finally sent over ten songs for Murphy.
"Really, ten songs!" Mo Xiaojuan said admiringly. "Sis, this guy is incredible! He just casually pulls out ten songs!"
Murphy found it hard to believe. The previous two songs were excellent, but there were only two, which was understandable! Yet, in just half a month, Mu Zi'ang had produced ten songs in one go?
Writing songs isn't like making dumplings, where you just stuff the filling into the wrapper and you're done!
Even if these ten songs weren't high quality and were just filler, an ordinary person couldn't come up with that much inspiration in such a short time, right?
Of course, Murphy was just inwardly shocked and puzzled. She still had Mo Xiaojuan print out the sheet music and lyrics to study them carefully.
Following her usual habit, Murphy wouldn't listen to the demos. If Yang Yi knew about this, would he be furious? He had put so much effort into them!
Ten songs filled a thick stack of paper. Murphy couldn't read them all at once, so Mo Xiaojuan flipped through them with interest.
"Sis, this song is kind of interesting!" Mo Xiaojuan giggled. "Look, we thought he was just an ordinary fan before! But reading these lyrics, he's basically pouring his heart out!"
Murphy took it with some confusion and read the title: "In My Songs?"
Mo Xiaojuan nudged her cousin's shoulder and teased, "Having a fan who can write songs like this isn't bad, right? He genuinely admires you, and the songs he writes are all full of affection!"
But Mo Xiaojuan's words made Murphy frown deeply.