Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 9

In the cocktail party hall, wine cups and chopsticks crossed incessantly. Above were several magnificent crystal chandeliers. A server pushed a cart past with a smile on his face, nodded slightly at Zhan Hang, and was about to open his mouth to ask when Zhan Hang raised his hand to stop him.

Under Zhan Hang’s repeated warnings, Zhao Kaile followed behind him with a calm surface, but was actually so nervous his palms were sweating.

To be honest, if not for the chance encounter that led Li Wenyao to introduce him to Bai Li, he probably would never have had the opportunity to personally come to such an occasion in his entire life.

Not far away, Bai Li came over with a glass of wine and clinked with him. She hadn’t deliberately dressed up, still wearing a small Western style dress with a suit jacket draped over it. Clearly her matters weren’t finished yet, and she had rushed over to make a brief appearance.

“Zhang Zheng hasn’t arrived yet. It’s uncertain whether he’ll come later.” She took a sip of wine, smiled gently at Zhan Hang and said: “Don’t just stand idle either. Move around more. Zhang Wenqian is also here. Find an opportunity to talk to her.”

Zhan Hang smiled insincerely: “How long has it been since we finished filming our last drama together? Is it necessary?”

“Of course.” Bai Li maintained her smile: “You don’t have any upcoming projects recently. If you don’t keep the buzz going, where will the exposure come from? Go on, be good.”

Zhan Hang also maintained his smile: “Hehehe.”

Bai Li glanced at Zhao Kaile again and praised: “Oh, Kaile, you look a bit different today.”

Zhao Kaile was wandering in his thoughts. Suddenly being called by name, he came to his senses and said: “No no, Sister Li, you look beautiful today!”

Lu Jiayin walked quickly through the crowd, leaned close to Bai Li’s ear and whispered a few words. Bai Li then followed her and left. Before leaving, Lu Jiayin casually stuffed a handful of chocolate candies into Zhao Kaile’s hand. Before he could even say thank you, she was gone.

Zhao Kaile paused, unwrapped one and ate it. After chewing twice, he saw Zhan Hang looking at him coldly. Instantly cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He reached out and handed the rest to him.

Zhan Hang had a head full of black lines: “Keep them yourself.”

Zhao Kaile asked quietly: “Brother Hang, I saw several assistants dressed even more low than me. I shouldn’t be the most embarrassing one, right?”

Zhan Hang said ruthlessly: “The ones you saw are directors. Middle aged people don’t care about such things. For this kind of small industry cocktail party, they just come casually to have fun. Do you earn as much as them?”

Zhao Kaile: “……..”

Damn it! Damn it!

Although Zhan Hang didn’t take the initiative to strike up a conversation, Zhang Wenqian spotted him in the crowd first. She immediately came over with a beaming smile and clinked glasses with him, calling out sweetly: “Brother Hang!”

Zhan Hang then put on an expression of “What a coincidence, you’re here too” and smiled: “I didn’t see you just now. Otherwise I would have gone over to greet you first.”

Zhang Wenqian had a pure and sweet appearance, almost monopolizing the female lead roles in all campus romance idol dramas in recent years. Her popularity was rising steadily, making her a well deserved rising traffic flower of the new generation.

She pouted slightly: “Don’t fool me. You were looking at me while chatting with Bai Li just now, and you still say you didn’t see me.”

Zhan Hang showed a helpless smile.

Zhang Wenqian then cast her gaze onto Zhao Kaile, slightly surprised as she asked: “Is this someone Bai Li newly signed? He looks so young.”

Meanwhile, Zhao Kaile was still in a crashed state.

After all, Zhang Wenqian was one of the rare beautiful young girls who had broken out of the entertainment circle. Her charm had already spread to the two dimensional world.

Previously, he had only ever seen this goddess of otaku men laughing, getting angry, and looking beautiful and cute no matter what she did in TV posters, mixed edit MVs, and real person cosplay short films. Now she was actually standing alive before his eyes, continuously smiling gently at him. Who wouldn’t be dazed by this?

Who wouldn’t be dazed?!

Zhan Hang coughed once and gently patted the back of his head: “She’s calling you, Zhao Kaile.”

Zhao Kaile trembled as he said: “Hello hello, I’m Zhao Kaile, I’m your fan……..”

Zhang Wenqian: “……..”

Zhao Kaile: “No no no, you’re my idol!!”

Zhan Hang: “……..”

Zhao Kaile: “Sorry sorry sorry!!”

Zhang Wenqian laughed half to death: “Very nice to meet you, Zhao Kaile.”

Zhao Kaile looked at Zhan Hang sincerely, his eyes full of pleading. Please please please just let me get one autograph! I’ll only want this one, I don’t want anything else!

Zhan Hang was truly defeated by him. He said speechlessly: “Wenqian, sorry to trouble you.”

Zhang Wenqian laughed heartily: “You want an autograph, right? No problem. Did you bring a pen?”

Zhao Kaile frantically rummaged through his bag, respectfully handed over pen and paper, and obtained the goddess’s autograph with full satisfaction. He treasured it like a jewel and tucked it back into his bag, looking at Zhang Wenqian gratefully.

“He’s not an artist, he’s my assistant.” Zhan Hang clinked her wine glass: “If you keep praising him like this, he’ll immediately become so arrogant he won’t know who he is.”

Zhang Wenqian giggled: “No, I really thought his appearance was decent at first glance.”

Zhao Kaile thought delightedly, hehe, the goddess praised me for being handsome.

“Let’s go chat outside.” Zhan Hang said: “It’s a bit stuffy.”

Zhang Wenqian understood and nodded: “Sure.”

Zhan Hang asked: “Didn’t you bring an assistant today?”

“The company arranged five for me.” Zhang Wenqian said somewhat troubled: “It’s really a bit exaggerated to bring them here. I just had them all wait outside.”

Zhan Hang laughed hehe in his heart, thinking that he only brought one assistant himself. You bringing five is indeed quite exaggerated.

Zhao Kaile was about to follow them. Zhan Hang looked back at him: “No need to follow me. Go sit there and eat something. Play by yourself for a while.”

“Oh.” Zhao Kaile nodded, watching the two leave shoulder to shoulder. Meanwhile, several cameras on the periphery silently adjusted their direction, filming the two’s synchronized backs.

Don’t look around randomly. Don’t ask for autographs from random people. Even more, don’t cause a joke for Brother Hang.

Zhao Kaile silently recited the three great principles, took a plate and went to the buffet table to pick up food. He might as well treat it as an all you can eat.

On the observation deck, Zhan Hang and Zhang Wenqian stood shoulder to shoulder. The summer night sky was clear, with stars twinkling distantly at the horizon.

“I haven’t heard much about you recently.” Zhang Wenqian said: “Busy?”

Zhan Hang’s expression was much more relaxed than before: “More or less. It’s you who’s too busy. Are you filming ‘Parting People’?”

“That’s right.” Zhang Wenqian said somewhat worriedly: “My first ancient costume idol drama. The IP isn’t popular, the investment isn’t big, and the plot is very clichéd. I still don’t understand to this day why Sister Qing helped me take this drama.”

Sister Qing was the agent who had single handedly promoted her, Xia Xingqing.

Zhan Hang: “She naturally has her plans. You’re her heart and liver treasure. She wouldn’t harm you.”

Zhang Wenqian said distressedly: “But…….. she also said, outside of filming, I could get a bit closer to Zhao Jingran…….. but Brother Hang, you know what? Zhao Jingran has bad breath. When filming kiss scenes…….. I really can’t do it. I don’t want to create a CP with him either!!”

Zhan Hang knew that Zhao Jingran was the male lead of “Parting People.” He was immediately speechless: “……..I seem to have learned something I shouldn’t know again.”

Zhang Wenqian hurriedly said: “Keep it secret for me. I only told you because I trust you!”

“He seems to be inside today. Keep your voice down.” Zhan Hang gently patted her head. Behind him, sure enough, a burst of camera flash lights flickered again.

Zhang Wenqian said pitifully: “I’d rather create a CP with you for a lifetime, wuwuwu.”

Zhan Hang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “I really have no interest in lolis.”

Zhang Wenqian hugged his arm, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, sighing: “Sigh, we can’t even talk about a decent romance. How pitiful.”

Zhan Hang said coldly and ruthlessly: “You can talk about it if you announce your retirement from the industry now.”

Zhang Wenqian showed a pained expression and shook her head with difficulty.

The two were chatting with great interest when a commotion suddenly came from behind. Zhan Hang and Zhang Wenqian exchanged a look, simultaneously turned around and looked back. They saw the photographers had already adjusted their direction, shooting toward the center of the hall. Inside, there suddenly came the sound of something heavy falling to the ground and glass shattering, followed by a woman’s scream. Then arguing and persuading voices rang out chaotically. The scene seemed to fall into complete chaos.

Zhan Hang realized Zhao Kaile was still inside. He hurriedly said to Zhang Wenqian: “Wait here for a moment. I’ll go in and take a look.”

Zhang Wenqian was startled by the scream and was a bit frightened: “Then be careful.”

Several security guards at the entrance had already surged in, calling out to make way make way, then squeezed into the crowd and split into two sides to block the instigator. After all, the people attending this occasion weren’t of ordinary status. They couldn’t directly restrain him, so they could only gently persuade from both sides.

“Zhao Jingran, you’re just a lousy flower vase. What airs are you putting on in front of me?? You don’t want face when given face!” The male artist in the gray shirt was cursing until his face was red and his neck thick, reeking of alcohol all over. Clearly he hadn’t spared himself in drinking.

The one who had been inexplicably beaten couldn’t resist the urge to fight back. Under the security guards’ persuasion, he used his last shred of reason to curse: “Are you crazy, Yu Zhengfeng?? You can’t get any acting jobs so you start making a mess everywhere! Desperate to get on the hot search, aren’t you?? Then what about you?! You can’t even be a flower vase if you wanted to!”

All the distinguished people present were dumbfounded. No one could have imagined that a cocktail party could produce someone throwing a drunken tantrum. They couldn’t help but cast sympathetic yet disgusted looks at Yu Zhengfeng. Gradually, some artists quietly left the scene.

Assistants from both sides and staff from the organizer blocked in front of the cameras, pleading: “Don’t film anymore! Everyone please don’t film anymore!”

But obviously, this scene was much more explosive than any gossip about small flowers and small grasses. The paparazzi completely turned a deaf ear. The crowd grew increasingly chaotic, pushing and shoving. One female celebrity’s skirt was nearly pulled off. She immediately screamed for her assistant to escort her out.

Zhan Hang scanned the crowd but didn’t see Zhao Kaile’s figure. He frowned, took out his phone and called him. Zhao Kaile was behind a champagne tower not far from him, staring sadly at the small cake he had just picked up not long ago that had been knocked to the ground. The ringtone was drowned out by the noisy voices. He didn’t receive the call.

Yu Zhengfeng’s alcohol rushed to his head. He was already furious beyond reason. He casually grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it toward Zhao Jingran’s head!

Everyone was scared silly. The glass bottle barely grazed Zhao Jingran’s face. With a crash, it shattered on the ground. A female voice on the edge of breakdown screamed from the crowd: “What time is it! Restrain him! Call the police quickly!!”