Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 57

A few days later, at Qihua Media.

Zhan Hang had been temporarily pulled over to film a promotional video. When he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a woman wearing a baseball cap walk past, following the middle-aged man in front of her as if no one else was around, into another elevator. Zhao Kaile noticed he had been staring to the right and asked in confusion: “Hang ge, what’s wrong?”

“Gu Shanshan.” Zhan Hang looked astonished: “Why is she here?”

Zhao Kaile hurriedly comforted him: “Don’t worry, she probably isn’t here to pester you. Didn’t Gu Shanshan cooperate with us and record that video? I think Sister Li must have made some kind of deal with her, that’s why she was willing to show her face and explain.”

Zhan Hang frowned slightly: “Let’s go.”

The two arrived at Bai Li’s office. The door happened to be open. Lu Jiayin saw Zhan Hang and hurriedly said: “Hang ge, you finally came. Sister Li is waiting for you.”

“What’s the situation?” Zhan Hang pushed the door open with a questioning tone: “Why did you let Gu Shanshan come to the company?? This woman is full of bad intentions, don’t let her get so close to me!”

“Sit.” Bai Li smiled, unhurriedly saying: “A temporary measure. I promised her some resources, to help her become a minor hit, and only then did she agree to help. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten through this hurdle.”

Zhan Hang said indignantly: “At her age, what can she still take on? No acting skills, no looks.”

“Going back to her old path.” Bai Li said: “Continue being an internet influencer, start from short videos. Now it’s the short video era.”

Lu Jiayin poured water for the two of them, and grabbed some snacks for Zhao Kaile. The two huddled together whispering and discussing Lu Jiayin’s engagement banquet.

Zhan Hang said mockingly: “Is that so? Then I wish her a bright future and smooth sailing, and that she never appears in this kind of hot search again.”

Bai Li didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “I’ll borrow your auspicious words.”

“What time does it start?” Zhan Hang asked: “Did I come too early?”

“Not early, still waiting for one person.” Bai Li grabbed her handbag, tidied her hair at her temples, stood up and said: “But we can film your scenes first. The group shots can be discussed later.”

Zhan Hang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: “The whole company is waiting for just one person? Who? Brother Dong? Sister Ying?”

“Neither.” Bai Li smiled: “These big Buddhas don’t have time to film a small promotional video spontaneously organized by the company. The one with the biggest star power here should be you.”

Zhao Kaile was also a bit surprised upon hearing this, thinking to himself who is this, who is so arrogant to dare make Hang ge wait.

Lu Jiayin whispered to him: “Sun Yimin, a rising traffic idol the company recently signed, not under Sister Li’s management.”

Zhan Hang didn’t seem to care much about who it was, and didn’t ask further. He followed Bai Li to the filming location.

When they arrived, a group of fresh young handsome men and beautiful women were chatting and discussing. When they saw Zhan Hang, they all straightened their posture a bit, greeting him sweetly and respectfully. Zhan Hang also smiled politely and responded to each one. Not far away, a photography assistant came over sweating to negotiate with Bai Li.

“There are still five people’s scenes, two cameras.” The assistant said apologetically: “Originally Hang ge was arranged to be first, but those few came first, so… after this scene is done, it will be your turn.”

Zhan Hang said: “No problem, first come first served. Let them film first.”

“Thank you thank you, thank you Hang ge for understanding.” The assistant made a grateful gesture toward the few people, then jogged to bring two chairs over for them to sit and wait.

Zhan Hang sat expressionlessly on his own, as if he had already used up his gentle emotions when greeting them just now, returning to his paralyzed face state. Bai Li went to one side to make a phone call. Lu Jiayin lowered her head to reply to messages. Neither had the intention to wait beside him. Zhao Kaile was too embarrassed to sit, and was curious about who Sun Yimin was, so he bent down and leaned beside Zhan Hang, whispering: “Hang ge, do you know Sun Yimin?”

“Mm.” Zhan Hang said: “Signed by the company the year before last, recently his traffic is decent.”

The two chatted as usual, but prying gazes continuously swept over them.

Zhao Kaile was a bit awkward: “Do you feel… these people are all looking at us.”

“It’s normal to look a few more times when you rarely see a senior once.” Zhan Hang glanced at him: “What’s wrong, are you afraid of people looking at you? Why is your skin so thin.”

The more Zhao Kaile was teased by him, the more uncomfortable he felt. He simply squatted behind Zhan Hang, using him as a shield.

Zhan Hang: “…”

At this moment, a sound of the door opening came from the entrance. The last artist on the list arrived late, and it was Sun Yimin.

He had the currently popular Korean style side parted short hair, wore a black leather jacket outside, with sharp features and fair skin. He had the standard looks of a currently popular traffic idol.

“No one told me I still had to wait in line.” He was somewhat dissatisfied, dragging his feet to find a place to sit, leaning against a table in a casual manner, asking as if no one else was around: “How much longer?”

His two assistants, one followed behind carrying bags, one strode over to negotiate with the person in charge, voice sharp, as if afraid others couldn’t hear.

For a moment, the noisy sounds in the room quieted down quite a bit, everyone pricking up their ears to listen to their conversation.

The photography assistant explained with difficulty: “We definitely handle things in order. Yimin’s position was originally not first. Coming early or coming late is the same.”

“So you mean to make our family’s Minmin wait for all these people to finish filming?” Sun Yimin’s assistant had an expression of disbelief: “We pushed today’s schedule to come here. Are you bullying us because Sister Lin isn’t here and giving us obstacles??”

Sister Lin’s full name was Xie Lin, Sun Yimin’s agent, with seniority at Qihua on par with Bai Li.

“Really no way, miss.” The photography assistant wiped sweat again. The photographer inside shouted impatiently: “Those who came later wait honestly in the back! Stop making noise!”

“You!”

Sun Yimin saw his own little assistant didn’t get any good results, and called her back: “Alright, don’t make a fuss here. If we have to wait, we’ll wait.”

He was still dissatisfied on his face, but he couldn’t throw a tantrum in front of so many people. After all, Xie Lin had just made him popular through a variety show, and he didn’t want to create too many unnecessary conflicts.

A female artist who finished filming came down from the stage, pursed her lips, and arrived in front of Sun Yimin, saying in a low voice: “Min ge, sorry to trouble you, could you move a bit? You’re sitting on my coat.”

Sun Yimin looked up and saw her face. His expression changed slightly, and he stood up with a smile: “Sorry.”

That female artist didn’t expect him to be so easy to talk to. She immediately picked up her coat, thanked him, and sat a bit farther from him. Unexpectedly, when she looked up again moments later, Sun Yimin was still looking at her. That gaze was truly strange, making her a bit at a loss.

Zhao Kaile saw clearly from the back. His intuition told him this Sun Yimin wasn’t a good bird either. He asked with some worry: “Hang ge… that girl doesn’t have an agent or assistant? Why did she come alone.”

“She should have one.” Zhan Hang also didn’t recognize this girl, only saying: “Probably her agent has too many artists on hand. When busy, they definitely take care of the big heads first. Someone like her can only be left to roam free for now.”

Zhao Kaile nodded, and looked at that girl a few more times. He discovered she had changed to another position, even farther from Sun Yimin. The latter showed a displeased expression, but didn’t entangle further, lowering his head to look at his phone on his own. Zhao Kaile looked at his sitting posture with disdain, thinking to himself he has no standing posture and no sitting posture, his body hunched like that, like a monkey. Thinking of this, he looked at Zhan Hang’s straight spine again and nodded in satisfaction.

“Hang ge, Yimin.” The photography assistant called: “It’s your turn!”

Zhan Hang stood up. Zhao Kaile hurriedly straightened, helped him tidy his collar, and checked his clothes from top to bottom. Zhan Hang lowered his head to look at him, asking softly: “Done?”

“Done!” Zhao Kaile confirmed there were no major flaws, respectfully stepped back: “After you!”

Zhan Hang walked over slowly. Sun Yimin seemed not to see him, directly squeezing in front of him, one foot stepping on Zhan Hang’s leather shoes.

For a moment the room went quiet, everyone watching the two people in the center in shock.

Sun Yimin hurriedly lifted his foot, pretending to be horrified: “Oh, sorry sorry Hang ge, I wasn’t paying attention, sorry!”

“No problem.” Zhan Hang smiled.

Sun Yimin also smiled: “I really didn’t see clearly, I’ll definitely be more careful next time…”

“You just wipe it clean.” Zhan Hang said.

He looked straight at the other person, his face still carrying a bit of a smile, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Sun Yimin: “…”

He suddenly felt an invisible pressure forming in the air, slowly pressing toward him, and the source of everything was the person right before his eyes.

Zhan Hang asked with a gentle face: “What’s wrong? Didn’t understand?”

Sun Yimin slightly licked his lips, his fingers slightly curling, and said: “Little… Little Zhang!”

Hearing this, the assistant behind him who was in a daze came back to his senses, nervously saying: “I’m here! Boss!”

“Help Hang ge wipe his shoes.” Sun Yimin showed a calm smile, striving not to let himself fall behind: “Help him wipe them clean.”

The little assistant hurriedly said: “Yes yes yes! Okay!”

After all, with so many people watching, he didn’t want to show cowardice.

He originally just wanted to slightly provoke him, to see what weight this person before him had. He didn’t expect one foot would anger the other party.

The male assistant squatted on the ground extremely respectfully, using a tissue to wipe the slight mud mark on the leather shoes clean, carefully saying: “Hang ge, it’s clean. You go film first, don’t delay your time.”

The words he said now were clearly much more pleasing than what he said to the photography assistant just now. It seemed he was another one who dishes out food based on who he’s serving.

Zhao Kaile followed behind Zhan Hang like a fox borrowing the tiger’s might, glancing at that male assistant out of the corner of his eye, politely saying: “No problem no problem, everyone knows your family’s Minmin’s step just now definitely wasn’t intentional. After all, the place is so crowded, stepping on someone is very normal. Just pay more attention next time.”

The male assistant silently looked at the spacious walkway, blocked by him until not a single word could come out.

Sun Yimin smiled cheerfully, having already hidden his emotions perfectly again, politely taking a step back: “Then Hang ge, after you.”