Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 88

That night, after taking two or three kicks, and with the eye acting getting cut four or five times, the scene finally passed.

The director gave Zhan Hang a thumbs up. Zhan Hang showed no expression, nodded at him, and called it a day.

Zhao Kaile hurried over to ask how he was doing. Zhan Hang waved his hand, got in the car after removing his makeup, and only then let out a low curse.

“Is Yu Wenrong targeting you?” Zhao Kaile was practically traumatized by the series of shady tactics from shady people before this. Now whenever he saw anyone acting out conflict with Zhan Hang in a scene, he suspected they were mixing personal grievances into the performance, using public means for private ends.

“No.” Zhan Hang rubbed his temples, speaking lazily: “The director said before filming started, if we can avoid using stunt doubles, don’t use them. Make it as real as possible.”

Zhao Kaile said indignantly: “How can it be like this… And they spread rumors that you’re some young master from some family. What young master gets this kind of treatment?”

Zhan Hang: “What young master?”

“!!” Zhao Kaile realized he had let something slip, and hesitated: “Nothing, just random rumors going around outside.”

He drove nervously up front, while Zhan Hang frowned in the back and scrolled through Weibo. Sure enough, he saw a post: Zhan Hang participates in “Sharp Sword,” extra unexpectedly becomes second male lead, suspected behind-the-scenes financial backer using money power to manipulate, blah blah blah. But before he could click in to read the content in detail, the post was deleted. He pondered for a moment, continued scrolling down, and saw another post: Zhan Hang sells body to behind-the-scenes financial backer, doesn’t hesitate to spend heavy money to push him up. Then another: Zhan Hang’s real identity exposed, is the young master of L circle…

“…” Zhan Hang said angrily: “What is all this nonsense?! It all starts with a single set photo, the rest is all made up??”

Zhao Kaile said: “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry… Sister Li and the others are handling it. Let’s just film properly, let our work speak for itself. You know, the audience has their own judgment.”

He tried hard to recall the pile of big principles Zhan Hang had told him before, and barely pieced them together into something that made no sense.

Zhan Hang was originally fuming, but getting stirred up by him like this nearly made him lose his composure. He tried hard to keep a straight face and said: “Damn it, if you’re going to invest, do it openly and aboveboard. Playing some invisible behind-the-scenes game, who knows if they’re here to help me or harm me.”

“I think they really do want to help you.” Zhao Kaile coaxed him gently: “Whose money isn’t money? Willing to spend money for you, they definitely can’t have malicious intent toward you. How could someone who hates you possibly spend money on you…”

Zhan Hang said: “What do you know! I could pay this amount myself. Can’t even fight for first billing and they want to be my dad??”

Zhao Kaile asked: “Brother Hang, what does your dad do?”

“…” Zhan Hang said fiercely: “What does this have to do with anything? Why are you asking so many questions.”

Zhao Kaile quickly shook his head.

Zhan Hang was truly struck by this guess of his, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

The car was silent for a long time. The red light came on, and Zhao Kaile stopped to wait.

Zhan Hang had been thinking in the back seat the whole time, then suddenly asked: “How could he possibly invest money for me?”

Zhao Kaile asked: “Why is it impossible…”

Zhan Hang’s expression was conflicted, as if he couldn’t quite say it out loud.

“Um…” Zhao Kaile tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and asked carefully: “Could it be that your uncle is very rich, wants to drag you back to inherit the family business, but you absolutely don’t want to inherit his career, so you ran out to become a celebrity, and then you and your father fell out, completely cut off relations… something like that.”

After hearing this, Zhan Hang felt even more like he had been struck by lightning: “…What kind of mess is this, what do you usually watch?” Zhao Kaile: “No, no, no…”

Zhan Hang said coldly: “He’s not a good person. I haven’t returned his surname to him, and that counts as me having fulfilled my filial duty.”

Zhao Kaile nodded with an “oh oh,” observing his expression from the rearview mirror, and didn’t ask any more.

After arriving at the hotel, Zhan Hang routinely checked the home security camera footage. Seeing that the two fur babies were in no abnormal condition, he lay back on the bed with peace of mind, waiting for Zhao Kaile to finish handling the laundry and come over to give him his fragrant spa treatment.

Zhan Hang wore nothing underneath, only wrapped in a bathrobe. With the slightest turn, all his spring scenery would be fully exposed. Zhao Kaile hadn’t felt uncomfortable about this before, only occasionally feeling a little inferior about the disparity in masculine pride. But now he completely couldn’t calm down, always feeling that everything Zhan Hang did was luring him down the wrong path.

It was clearly the same routine as before, yet this night, he constantly felt the room temperature was especially high.

Zhan Hang also noticed it. The heat transmitted from Zhao Kaile’s palm was somewhat abnormal.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, humming lazily: “Use more strength, didn’t you eat?”

Zhao Kaile’s face was a little red, and he rallied his spirits saying: “Yes, boss!”

A moment later Zhan Hang turned over, and Zhao Kaile caught a glimpse of some red marks still on his abdomen. He immediately hissed, reaching out to gently touch them.

Zhan Hang read something from his expression, his thoughts racing, and his desire to perform suddenly surged.

He immediately furrowed his brow, and said in a low voice: “It hurts a little.”

“How can this Yu Wenrong be so heavy-handed.” Zhao Kaile was quite indignant on his behalf: “A Film Emperor going all out in acting means he can just mess around like this?!”

Zhan Hang maintained his melancholy expression, his tone still very calm: “A man, getting a little injured is normal… Didn’t we bring medicinal wine? Just rub some on and it’ll be fine.”

Zhao Kaile: “Right, right, right, I forgot.”

He went back to his room and rummaged through his treasure box, then quickly came back, poured some medicinal wine into his hand to warm it up, and then covered the injured area on Zhan Hang and gently rubbed it a few times.

Zhan Hang slightly pursed his lips, and said: “It’s fine, you keep massaging. I can take it.”

Zhao Kaile’s heart ached terribly, and he coaxed him: “Then I’ll use more strength, Brother Hang you must endure it, it’ll be over soon. Medicinal wine needs to be rubbed in to be effective.”

Zhan Hang nodded solemnly, trying hard to suppress himself from laughing out loud.

Zhao Kaile rubbed hard a few times. Zhan Hang couldn’t help but tilt his head back, let out a contented groan, the tone rising at the end, but he reacted quickly, immediately following it with a few coughs to mask his pleasure.

“For scenes like this in the future, let’s just use a stunt double.” Zhao Kaile said worriedly: “Who can keep taking hits like this? What second male lead gets this kind of treatment…”

Zhan Hang said in a low voice: “It’s fine, there aren’t many scenes like this. The director deliberately moved the difficult ones to film earlier. Who’s suitable and who isn’t, you can tell early on.”

Zhao Kaile responded with an unhappy “oh”: “Alright.”

He rubbed for a while then stopped, squatting beside him to screw the cap back on the medicinal wine bottle.

Zhan Hang slightly propped himself up, saw his expression, and realized he had teased him a bit too far. He quickly asked: “…Done? Want to rub a couple more times?”

Zhao Kaile looked up, puzzled, thinking to himself, didn’t you say rubbing hurts? Why does Brother Hang look like he still wants more?

“It hurts, but it hurts.” Zhan Hang said calmly: “The more you rub, the faster it heals.”

Zhao Kaile said: “The effect isn’t that…”

Significant.

“Keep rubbing.” Zhan Hang said.

“…” Zhao Kaile nodded: “Okay.”

Zhan Hang slightly turned to the side, and the bathrobe slipped down, revealing a whole stretch of fit, clean chest. Zhao Kaile’s brain immediately overheated, and he started madly condemning himself in his heart.

Zhao Kaile you really are not human!

Brother Hang is like this and you’re still thinking these messy thoughts!

Just rub the medicine, just rub the medicine properly!

His fingers were clean and fair, nails freshly trimmed, covering Zhan Hang’s slightly wheat-colored abdominal muscles. It was quite visually striking. The red marks stretched all the way down to his lower abdomen. Zhao Kaile controlled himself very well, completely not encroaching on his private areas.

Zhan Hang had originally wanted to find something to say to distract him, but as the rubbing continued, his own attention was already somewhat uncontrollable, and his lower half slightly rose up.

Zhao Kaile: “…”

Zhan Hang: “…”

Zhao Kaile’s mind was severely impacted, his brain completely full of garbled code. He screamed inwardly, ahhhh what is going on why is he standing up ahhhh calm calm calm calm… A man wearing nothing under his bathrobe, friction from the bathrobe causing some reaction is very normal, yes yes yes yes yes…

Zhan Hang’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he pushed Zhao Kaile’s hand away uncomfortably: “That’s enough for now.”

Zhao Kaile laughed dryly: “Hehehe, it’s fine Brother Hang, I understand. You haven’t done that in a long time, right.”

Zhan Hang’s face instantly changed: “Haven’t done what?! I’m busy filming every day, who would I do that with?”

Zhao Kaile: “No, no, I meant doing that by yourself.”

“I’m usually so exhausted I’m half dead, where would I find the energy to do that by myself.” Zhan Hang said with a deadpan expression.

Zhao Kaile said: “Hey, it’s not good either when it gets up and you don’t take care of it…”

Zhan Hang lay on his side looking at him, propping his head up with one hand, and asked suspiciously: “You seem to know a lot? Do you do that often?”

“No!” Zhao Kaile’s face was completely red, struggling to explain: “I only do it once in a very long time!”

Zhan Hang made a meaningful “oh” sound, and nodded.

Zhao Kaile wished he could dig a hole right there and bury himself in it. He thought to himself, how is it like this again! The one who should be dying of embarrassment should be him, right! How does casually chatting a few sentences trap me again! Truly, a person without shame is invincible in the world!

He looked utterly devastated, got up and said: “I’m leaving first, good night.”

Zhan Hang said behind him: “Good night, little rookie.”

Zhao Kaile bristled: “You’re the rookie!”

In the dead of night, Zhao Kaile sat in front of his laptop, typing drowsily, and accidentally typed in the word “rookie.” He immediately woke up in anger, frantically deleted several hundred words, and with a slap closed the laptop lid.

He turned off the lights, curled up under the covers, and used his phone to search for some inspirational quotes.

A man shouldn’t feel ashamed of being a rookie. The first time should be saved for the person you love. The two sexes are equal. Men can have rookie complexes, and women might have rookie complexes too…

Zhao Kaile read for a long time, until his mouth was dry and parched. His mind was full of Zhan Hang’s handsome face frowning and enduring. He couldn’t help but pull the covers over his head, and let out a trembling, scalding hot breath.

Author’s note:
CN=CN=CN Who can understand

Translation Notes:

CN (处男): Abbreviation for “chu nan” (处男), meaning male virgin. The author is making a joke about Zhao Kaile’s virgin status.