Miss Cat relaxed completely after confirming that Su Li was safe and sound.
She had originally thought that this time’s Client would be someone odd and dangerous.
But…
Miss Cat still couldn’t understand why there were bloodstains in this room.
And Su Li’s scent lingered as well.
She looked at her phone, which was covered in cracks, wanting to find Su Li and ask her directly.
Since Su Li’s words had to be converted into voice and then played back, Miss Cat specially kept the volume low, holding the phone close to her ear and listening quietly as the mechanical voice recited each message.
At the same time, she had to be sure the Client outside didn’t notice what she was up to.
Inside the bathroom, the sound of running water was loud, but fortunately her hearing was keen, allowing her to clearly distinguish Su Li’s voice.
Looking at the now-filled water, Miss Cat still didn’t ask Su Li exactly what had happened.
She remembered that she seemed to know where the Home of Su Li was.
Maybe she should use the money she’d earned to buy some good food and pay Su Li a visit.
Spending money on Su Li didn’t feel like a waste at all.
Su Li was her best friend!
From what she could recall, Miss Cat’s Pooper-Scooper was always willing to spend money on friends.
It was just that Pooper-Scooper didn’t seem to have many friends.
So on ordinary days, all the money was spent on her.
And she even said that she was Pooper-Scooper’s best friend.
Even though the TV was always saying that animals are humans’ best friends these days.
Miss Cat still liked spending money on Su Li.
She just wasn’t sure if it would be proper to visit Su Li out of the blue.
Because Pooper-Scooper didn’t have any experience making friends, and Miss Cat, who secretly watched her life, didn’t have any experience either.
But even if she didn’t have any experience, it didn’t matter. As far as she was concerned, being Su Li’s best friend meant she ought to visit her.
Thinking this, Miss Cat resolved that after finishing this job, she would go see Su Li.
When she walked out of the room with the mop in hand, she discovered that the Client who had ordered the job had already fallen asleep at the table.
Miss Cat lightened her steps so as not to wake her.
She had a vague feeling that the person before her wasn’t a good person. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be blood all over the room.
Though she didn’t know whose blood it was.
But as long as there was a possibility it belonged to Su Li, she couldn’t think of the Client as a good person.
For Miss Cat, moving quietly and not disturbing the other was an easy thing.
MOKA wasn’t actually asleep, just felt as if her mind was muddled and heavy.
She had waited for a long time, but Su Li still hadn’t replied.
She guessed Su Li was still angry.
Her own attitude had indeed been a bit arrogant earlier, but just thinking of how Su Li had wiped clean all the songs she’d recorded so meticulously, she felt an inexplicable panic.
She had no new inspiration now.
If she really did, she wouldn’t have come looking for Su Li.
She didn’t want every new song she created to always be entangled with Su Li.
She was afraid she would keep depending on Su Li, and that once Su Li realized it, she’d start to raise her prices and take the upper hand.
Su Li, as someone from the lower class, should not be riding on top of someone from the upper class like her.
But now, the thing she feared was slowly coming true.
Compared to Su Li being above her, what she feared more was losing everything she had now.
Annoyed, MOKA grabbed a wine bottle and banged it hard against the table.
Hearing the noise, Miss Cat was startled.
But seeing that the other didn’t seem dissatisfied with her, Miss Cat breathed a sigh of relief.
Still, she was worried. Working with people like this seemed so tiring for Su Li.
With that thought, she worked even harder.
If she could earn a lot of money, she could really help Su Li when she needed it.
That’s what friends should do, right?
If she needed help, Su Li would probably help her too.
MOKA slumped over the table, fingers absentmindedly picking at the edge of her phone case, looking utterly listless.
When the screen lit up, she jolted up, only to see it was just junk ads, and slumped again.
Her throat felt sour, and she grabbed her cold beer, gulping two mouthfuls, the beer dribbling down her chin and soaking her collar—she didn’t even bother wiping it.
Why hadn’t Su Li replied to her yet?
MOKA felt restless and stifled inside, wanting to let it out, but remembering she wasn’t alone at home now, she quickly dismissed the idea.
As Miss Cat clumsily wiped the Crystal Chandelier, the moonlight spilled in through gauzy curtains.
She stared blankly at the silvery light filling the room.
So this is how thin the curtains are in a rich person’s house—like a skin of milk, not blocking any light at all.
Not like her Underground Room, where she stuck on three layers of newspaper and still thought the moon was too bright.
Her fingers glided over the Glass Coffee Table, the cool, slick touch reminding her of her own little room.
But here, the moonlight was warm, sprinkling over the Persian Carpet like a layer of sparkling sugar.
She glanced out the window at the view, but didn’t linger.
Though the scenery was lovely, Miss Cat knew it didn’t belong to her.
On the contrary, when she stayed at the Home of Su Li at night and looked out through the window, there was a real feeling of home.
Truthfully, she didn’t like this kind of atmosphere, so she worked even harder.
She planned to stop by the Convenience Store later to buy a few things and then visit Su Li.
She was on the Night Shift tonight, and it would probably be tough.
But thinking about earning lots of money in the future, and being able to help Su Li when she needed it, Miss Cat felt truly happy.
Kneeling on the floor, scrubbing the tile grout for the third time, the water in the Plastic Bucket had already turned a milky gray.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d changed the water, and her fingers were white and pruney from wringing the rag.
Bits of glass were jammed under her nails—just a touch sent a sharp pain.
Every edge of the Crystal Chandelier needed three wipes, and by the time she got to the top glass pendants, the stool was wobbling and her tailbone was aching.
She swept the shards of the wine bottle into the dustpan with a clatter.
A piece of glass was stuck in the Persian Carpet’s pile—she lay down searching for ten minutes, her nose almost buried in the rug’s boozy odor.
It took nearly two hours, but Miss Cat finally got the room spotlessly clean.
She looked at MOKA slumped over the table, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to gently tap her.
“This transaction is complete. Goodbye!”