Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 28

Li Siyi’s scenes were finished filming.

She didn’t even leave a single scene that could be shot in the last few days before the wrap party, and eagerly left this production team.

That evening Zhan Hang lay on the bed relaxing his body, his face full of satisfaction and relief. Zhao Kaile watched him with a laugh that was also a cry, thinking to himself that male celebrities can sometimes be quite childish too.

But he didn’t know that the entertainment industry has always been about fawning over the powerful and stepping on the weak, with surface compliance but hidden defiance. Everyone is a snob, and there are plenty of people who play little tricks in production teams. Zhan Hang’s small revenge was at most just for fun. There are plenty of people who get screwed over so badly they are spat on by the entire internet and fall from grace.

Lu Jiayin had come by during the day, bringing some photos and saying she wanted Zhan Hang to sign them when he had time. However, after returning to the hotel Zhan Hang just ate, played games, read novels, showered, looked at the night view, and called to ask how those two fur babies at home were doing. He completely had no intention of picking up a pen.

Zhao Kaile reminded him: “Hang-ge, the signatures.”

“Yeah.” Zhan Hang leaned against the headboard, holding his phone and replying to messages, lazily saying: “Let’s talk about it when I have time.”

Zhao Kaile felt indignant in his heart. I think you have plenty of time right now!

Zhan Hang said: “Bring me the schedule to look at.”

Zhao Kaile walked to the tea table a full two steps away from him, got the schedule, and respectfully handed it over.

“Tomorrow……” Zhan Hang showed a somewhat troubled expression.

Zhao Kaile asked with concern: “What’s wrong tomorrow?”

Zhan Hang said: “We have to film crying scenes.”

Zhao Kaile nodded, then remembered that Zhang Zheng had said Zhan Hang’s crying scenes weren’t very good. He was probably a bit worried about his performance. Zhao Kaile hurriedly encouraged him: “Hang-ge, your crying scenes are very good! I watched your previous two dramas, you cried very handsomely!”

Zhan Hang said: “What use is crying handsomely? Zhang Zheng wants me to cry with emotion.”

Zhao Kaile said: “Then just add some emotion.”

Zhan Hang covered his face with the schedule sheet, unhappy: “I can’t explain it to you.”

“But didn’t you cry that day?” Zhao Kaile recalled, and still felt a bit of belated tension in his heart: “It burst out all at once, very powerful.”

Zhan Hang pulled the paper down a bit, revealing a pair of eyes, and looked at him half believing and half doubting.

Zhao Kaile’s face was full of sincerity: “It’s true. If I were the female lead, I would forgive you on the spot!”

Zhan Hang said: “Good thing you’re not.”

Previously when accompanying him in running lines, Zhao Kaile had also skimmed through the script, and had a fairly deep impression of this plot segment.

“To show pain, it doesn’t necessarily have to be heart wrenching and lung tearing.” Zhao Kaile said: “The closest, most beloved person is gone. Xiao Yao might not dare to believe it, might feel like he’s dreaming. He simply has no way to think…… might lose his voice, might also want to vomit.”

Zhan Hang: “Oh, why does it sound like you personally experienced it yourself.”

Zhao Kaile looked at him, his expression blank for an instant.

Zhan Hang fell silent, realizing he might have said the wrong thing, so he forcefully changed the subject: “What did you say last time you wanted to do on the weekend?”

“Want to……” Zhao Kaile said blankly: “Want to ask for a few hours off to eat with classmates, is that……. okay.”

Zhan Hang readily said: “Okay.”

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Zhao Kaile asked: “Then do you have time to sign now?”

Zhan Hang: “……………..”

Past eleven at night, Zhan Hang was writing furiously over a stack of photos. Zhao Kaile sat beside him keeping him company, watching until he kept dozing off.

Zhan Hang glanced at him and said: “If you’re sleepy go sleep.”

Zhao Kaile hurriedly sat straight, opened his eyes wide and looked at him: “I’m not sleepy.”

“Are you afraid I’ll cut corners? You still need to supervise me.” Zhan Hang said somewhat angrily: “I’ll sign them all properly okay, I’m not an elementary school student who needs to tear up some homework notebook while doing homework.”

Zhao Kaile: “It’s not that! I just wanted to wait until you slept before going to sleep.”

Hearing this Zhan Hang gave a hmph, and nodded with a satisfied face.

Zhao Kaile was silently speechless, finally feeling like he somewhat understood the pattern of his emotional fluctuations. Zhan Hang was like a donkey, anxious when rushed, and after losing his temper you could only smooth his fur in the direction it grew. When talking to him you couldn’t hide things, it was best to say whatever there was. Whoever treated him well he treated well in return, but if anyone wanted to go against his wishes, just look at Li Siyi for reference.

Past forty minutes, the stack of signed photos was finally finished. Zhao Kaile was already so sleepy he had collapsed.

Zhan Hang poked his forehead with a pen, but didn’t poke him awake.

“Are you a pig?” Zhan Hang quietly cursed: “It’s not even twelve o’clock.”

Zhao Kaile lay with his face to the side. From this angle, his eyelashes were long and thick, and the soft light swept a shallow shadow at the bottom of his eyes.

Zhan Hang propped his chin, watched him bored for a while, and also yawned.

In a stretch of silence, Zhao Kaile’s phone suddenly vibrated once. Zhan Hang reflexively picked it up, turned off the vibration, and then glanced at the top of the screen showing someone had sent him a message.

The contact was saved as Editor Xiao Mian, and the message sent was: Madam Wang, at the end of the month our website will hold the fifth author conference, sincerely inviting……

The rest of the content didn’t display.

Zhan Hang’s face was full of confusion, thinking what is this Madam Wang, the wife of someone surnamed Wang? But what does that have to do with Zhao Kaile?

On the other side, Zhao Kaile woke up groggily, and discovered Zhan Hang was looking down at his phone reading messages. He slowly sat up and yawned, but turned his head and looked at the table, where Zhan Hang’s phone was lying there obediently.

Zhao Kaile opened his mouth and asked: “Hang-ge, what are you doing with my phone?”

Zhan Hang was startled, inexplicably feeling a guilty conscience of being caught, but he adjusted very quickly, and righteously threw the phone back to him: “Who said they would wait until I slept before going to sleep? Aren’t you sleeping quite comfortably?”

Zhao Kaile said indignantly: “Then you also can’t casually look at my phone, this is my personal privacy.”

“It jumped out on its own, it’s not like I wanted to look okay?” Zhan Hang said: “Haven’t I let you casually look at my phone? What’s yours that can’t be looked at?”

Zhao Kaile: “…….. That’s not the same!!”

Zhan Hang said again: “And my Alipay password, bank card password, phone lock screen password you all know, so what, do you think you’re at a disadvantage?”

Zhao Kaile was so angry he couldn’t speak, thinking that all your piles of passwords are set to the same one, it’s hard not to know even if I didn’t want to!

Zhan Hang’s face was full of arrogance, refusing to admit fault even if beaten to death, and nonchalantly went to lie down on the bed. Zhao Kaile had no choice, and could only turn off the light for him.

When closing the door Zhan Hang still asked dissatisfied: “Why didn’t you say goodnight today?”

Zhao Kaile: “Goodnight!!!”

Then with a bang he closed the door and returned to his own room.

Late at night, he lay on the bed with a resentful face, sincerely feeling that working people are truly pitiful. Not only are they ordered around normally, but even their dignity is trampled underfoot by their superiors, leaving no privacy whatsoever.

A moment later, a new message came on WeChat, from Zhan Hang, and the content was an 888 yuan red envelope.

Zhao Kaile: “…….”

Forget it, forgive him once.

Zhao Kaile replied: Thank you Hang-ge, no need.

Thinking again he added: In the future you don’t……

But halfway through typing, he deleted everything after. After all Zhan Hang was the boss, and acting like this seemed a bit too presumptuous.

On Zhan Hang’s end it showed typing, but also didn’t send anything for a long time. Zhao Kaile waited until he was about to fall asleep, and Zhan Hang finally replied with: (⊙o⊙). Zhao Kaile instantly burst out laughing, thinking he didn’t expect this cool male celebrity to also use this kind of emoticon, quite cute actually.

In the blink of an eye it was the weekend, and Zhao Kaile went to the appointment happily.

Li Wenyao directly booked a private room at a five star hotel. When he arrived and looked, the other three dorm mates were all dressed up like proper humans, a bit like white collar workers in suits and leather shoes. Only Zhao Kaile was still in casual clothes, not a bit changed, still looking like a college student who hadn’t entered society.

The eldest gave him a bear hug as soon as they met, crying and sobbing: “Old four, I heard you owe over a million, and now went to sell your body to pay off debts, is it true? Poor thing, poor thing.”

Zhao Kaile was pushed by him straight into the wall, and shouted angrily: “Li Wenyao!”

The person named had a face full of amusement, raising both hands in surrender: “I’m innocent, I only said you owe so much money, I didn’t say you sold your body, he added that himself!”

The second eldest saw this and pressed over with an excited face. The few of them still had childlike hearts, and as soon as they met they started replaying the stack game. Zhao Kaile couldn’t bear the weight, loudly begging for mercy in his mouth, and only after the two laughed heartily and pulled him up could they settle down to eat.

The dishes were quickly served, and the brothers seeing that Zhao Kaile had really lost quite a bit of weight, kept giving him food, directly piling the bowl in front of him to mountain height.

Zhao Kaile’s face was speechless: “I can serve myself, I’m not disabled.”

“Still saying Zhan Hang didn’t abuse you, you’ve become so thin.” Li Wenyao frowned and said: “If you really can’t do it then don’t do it, Le. Seriously, health is important, money can always be paid back slowly.”

“Brother Yao, don’t think so much. If he abused me could I come out to eat with you guys today?” Zhao Kaile squeezed out a bit of a smiling face: “I’m doing very well now…… you guys eat quickly, the food is getting cold.”

The eldest asked with great interest: “Zhan Hang? Which Zhan Hang? The one who played Murong Feng?”

“Yeah.” Zhao Kaile was a bit surprised: “You remember?”

The eldest said: “Of course, when I watched it back then I thought he was quite handsome, and even bought a folding fan the same style as his…… forget it, that was too middle school back then, all black history.”

“I watched this drama too.” The second eldest said: “Back then there was a voting poll on the forum for male lead versus second male lead. I canvassed votes for the male lead, my sister canvassed for the second male lead. I discovered that girls seem to all like the second male lead!”

Li Wenyao said: “Isn’t that obvious, supporting characters are the ones to love. Otherwise why in these years do supporting characters in dramas all look a bit more handsome.”

The few of them chattered noisily discussing. Zhao Kaile listened earnestly, and still felt somewhat surprised in his heart.

For over a month he had been with Zhan Hang day and night. In his eyes, the star halo on Zhan Hang’s body seemed to be gradually worn away in the bits and pieces of daily life. However at this very moment hearing others discuss him here, he seemed to have gotten to know Zhan Hang all over again, and this feeling was quite novel.

The eldest suddenly asked: “So now you’re working as Zhan Hang’s assistant?”

Zhao Kaile was stunned, hesitantly looked at Li Wenyao, thinking whether this question should be kept confidential. Since the eldest knew, it was probably Li Wenyao who told him.

Li Wenyao said: “Yeah, don’t ask anything else. Right now he’s Zhan Hang’s nanny.”

Zhao Kaile: “It’s assistant okay, assistant!”

The eldest turned a deaf ear, and asked again: “Are he and Zhang Wenqian real?”

Zhao Kaile held his forehead.

Why does everyone have to ask this question once! Everyone is so gossipy!