Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 91

In the evening, the rain still fell without stopping. The crew had not yet received any news about Song Yiming, and everyone furrowed their brows, whispering to each other.

His female manager, Zhang Min, was still complaining to Ren Jiayuan with dissatisfaction: “Our Yiming joined the crew to film, not to be beaten and scolded by you. Director Ren, weren’t you a bit excessive this time?”

Ren Jiayuan: “I beat and scolded him? Ask the others, did I give him special treatment? Among the people present here, not even mentioning several, just this one.” He pointed at Yu Wenrong and said: “Big enough star, right? Good enough treatment at the company, right? Did he not get rained on, or did he get fewer criticisms?”

Zhang Min: “But Yiming has never lost emotional control like this before! Whether it was going on programs or joining crews, he was always fine. How did he collapse the moment he came under you??”

“Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that?” Ren Jiayuan said calmly: “I’ve been in this industry, I can see clearly who likes filming, who wants to make a good film, and who doesn’t like filming, who only likes to muddle through and rake in money. This kid Song Yiming, he didn’t want to join this crew at all. You forced him to come. Hey, you did great, drove the kid crazy, and now you come to turn the tables on me.”

Zhang Min seemed about to laugh from anger. She held her forehead and took deep breaths for a long time before barely maintaining a calm demeanor: “Fine, Director Ren, I won’t talk about this with you anymore. Anyway, the urgent matter right now is to find the person. If we can’t find him, none of us will have it easy.”

“What are your company people even good for.” Ren Jiayuan completely didn’t give her face, sitting in the director’s chair and saying leisurely: “If it really doesn’t work, go report it to the police, let the police help search.”

Zhang Min’s expression instantly became terrifyingly gloomy upon hearing this. She looked at him with complex eyes for a moment, then turned around, casually brushed aside her messy hair, and made a phone call to her assistant with her mobile.

With no work happening for so long, everyone wearing their wet costumes had long wanted to go back. They sent assistants one by one to communicate with Ren Jiayuan.

Ren Jiayuan nodded to all of them, and the staff also prepared to drive back. But he himself remained seated, seemingly with no intention of leaving. A few minutes later, the only ones left were some staff still tidying up, Ren Jiayuan, the producer, and Zhang Min.

Zhao Kaile and Zhan Hang had originally also wanted to leave directly. However, seeing that Ren Jiayuan hadn’t withdrawn yet, they couldn’t help but feel a bit more concerned.

“Could it be that Director Ren actually feels a bit guilty?” Zhao Kaile asked in a small voice.

Zhan Hang nodded.

Zhao Kaile said helplessly: “Why doesn’t Zhang Min report it to the police…”

“Afraid of it getting out.” Zhan Hang said: “They won’t report to the police until they’re truly desperate.”

Hearing this, Zhao Kaile increasingly felt Song Yiming was pitiful, and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

The two stood for a while longer. Ren Jiayuan became somewhat restless, slowly getting up from his chair. He turned back and saw Zhan Hang was still there, showing a somewhat surprised expression.

“Director Ren.” Zhan Hang took the initiative to ask: “Not leaving?”

“Waiting a bit more.” Ren Jiayuan said with his hands behind his back, smiling: “Why aren’t you two leaving?”

Zhan Hang also smiled, and said: “Wanted to ask if there are any changes to tomorrow’s schedule.”

“Depends on the situation. If there really are changes, we’ll notify you in the group chat.” Ren Jiayuan said with a relaxed expression: “Giving this kid one last chance, letting him choose for himself. If he really doesn’t come back, forget it. Our drama isn’t dependent on him being here.”

Zhao Kaile was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, Director Ren, I’m sorry! I misjudged you! So you’re actually a good person with a cold face but a warm heart!

“Alright, you two go back.” Ren Jiayuan waved his hand and said: “If they really can’t find the person, Zhang Min will report to the police. It’s not our place to worry.”

Zhan Hang nodded, and led Zhao Kaile away.

At the foot of the mountain, the roads were still muddy. It would take a good while to walk to where the cars were parked.

The light rain pattered on. Zhao Kaile turned to look around. There was no one before or behind them. The crew had mostly withdrawn, and passersby didn’t usually walk on this road for no reason. The narrow path ran alongside rugged mountain walls. Only he and Zhan Hang were walking forward side by side.

Zhan Hang focused on watching the road ahead, not saying a word. When they were almost at the wider road, he suddenly heard a strange sound, getting closer and closer to them. Zhao Kaile saw him stop his steps, and looked up in puzzlement, asking: “What’s wrong?”

“Did you hear some sound…” Zhan Hang paused for a moment, then grabbed Zhao Kaile and pulled him back a few steps.

Up ahead, a figure groaned and slid down from the hillside. Then one hand hooked onto a tree trunk growing out sideways, barely stopping himself, nearly falling flat on his face.

Zhao Kaile steadied his steps, and when he saw clearly who it was, his mouth opened in surprise: “Song… Song Yiming?”

Song Yiming heard someone calling his name. In his dizziness, he struggled to identify the direction, and looked toward Zhao Kaile with difficulty, muttering: “Damn… How did I walk back here again.”

His whole body was covered in rotten leaves and mud. His clothes were soaking wet, with many scratches from branches and leaves on them. His face was dirty, extremely disheveled, looking both comical and pitiful.

“…” Zhan Hang handed the umbrella to Zhao Kaile, stepped forward and put one foot on the mountain wall, testing the ground with a tentative step. Only after confirming it was safe did he extend a hand toward Song Yiming, indicating he should come down first before talking.

Song Yiming wiped his face, put one hand on Zhan Hang, and slowly climbed down. His eye sockets were still a bit red, but the tears had already dried up.

Zhao Kaile remembered something, lowered his head and rummaged in his bag to pull out a packet of tissues for him: “Wipe yourself first.”

Song Yiming took it, and said thank you in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Kaile looked at Zhan Hang, his face saying “this little brother is actually quite polite.”

Zhan Hang speechlessly turned his head away, pretending not to see, and said to Song Yiming: “Everyone is looking for you. What were you trying to do, running around like this? Now that you’ve vented, hurry back.”

“Go back to keep getting her cold looks?” Song Yiming hummed without emotion: “I’m not a masochist.”

Zhao Kaile said somewhat worriedly: “At least give them a call or send a message, let them know you’re safe now.”

“No.” Song Yiming rejected the two people’s good intentions with a deadpan expression, waved his hand and said: “I’m off. Bye.”

Zhao Kaile: “…Off to where?? With you looking like this, what if someone photographs you?”

Song Yiming looked completely indifferent, and said lazily: “In this ghostly state, who could tell I’m Song Yiming? Even my own mother might not recognize me.”

“You’re an adult now, don’t play the running away from home in anger routine.” Zhan Hang said coldly: “Just because you’re unhappy, you want to delay everyone’s progress. Ask Yu Wenrong, does he dare to play like this? If you have a temper, take it out on your manager and assistant, don’t go against the director.”

Zhao Kaile: “…”

Sure enough, in the eyes of male celebrities, assistants and managers are just for venting anger on!

Song Yiming paused his steps upon hearing this, stood in place for a few seconds, then turned back and looked at him furiously: “Who the hell are you? How come now any random person can come up and lecture me? What I want to do is none of your business!” Zhao Kaile: “Hey! That’s not what he meant, don’t get angry at every little thing…”

“None of my business, right?” Zhan Hang looked amused: “Fine.”

He calmly stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Song Yiming by the back collar and dragged him back, about to push him onto the slope.

Song Yiming was caught off guard. He was already cold, tired, and dizzy, with no strength. Getting grabbed by Zhan Hang like this, he could only struggle in panic: “What are you doing!! Zhan Hang! Are you crazy?!”

“However you were hanging up there just now, keep hanging in that exact same position.” Zhan Hang said coldly: “The two of us will also keep walking past, and won’t meddle in your business anymore, OK?”

Song Yiming was about to go crazy: “I damn… Are you sick in the head!”

“Brother Hang, forget it, forget it.” Zhao Kaile hurriedly went to stop Zhan Hang: “You know, saving one life is better than building a seven story pagoda… Right, right.”

Song Yiming finally knew how much this person was not to be trifled with, and wisely begged for mercy: “I was wrong! Brother! I was wrong! I’m sorry!”

After much persuasion, Zhan Hang finally let go. Zhao Kaile still wanted to go over and help the person up, but was intimidated by Zhan Hang’s gaze, so he obediently stood in place and didn’t move.

“What kind of evil luck have I run into…” Song Yiming said with a crying face.

Zhao Kaile said: “Be good, call your family adults early, let them come pick you up.”

Song Yiming: “…”

Zhan Hang said icily: “Hurry up and call, or I’ll hit you.”

Song Yiming: “……………”

The rain gradually stopped. Under the gaze of the two people, Song Yiming reluctantly called Zhang Min back. The Zhang Min who had been burning with anxiety on the other end finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Where are you right now?” she asked somewhat anxiously: “I’ll drive over to pick you up.”

Song Yiming said: “No need, Sister Min. I’ll go back myself later. You all go back first. I’ll apologize to the director tomorrow.”

“Why should we go back first?” Zhang Min said somewhat dissatisfied: “When exactly are you coming back? I won’t feel at ease without seeing you.”

Song Yiming fell silent again.

Zhang Min saw he wasn’t speaking for a long time, and had to relent: “Fine, fine. You must come back early. I’ll help you communicate with the director’s side first. But remember, don’t go running around outside, understand? Go find a mask to cover your face, don’t let anyone photograph you.”

Song Yiming gave an “mm,” and hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Zhan Hang prepared to lead Zhao Kaile away.

Song Yiming hesitated for a moment, then suddenly called out “Hey.”

Zhao Kaile turned back to look at him: “What’s wrong?”

“That.” Song Yiming scratched his face with his finger, and said: “Can I hitch a ride in your car.”

Zhan Hang immediately furrowed his brow upon hearing this, looking at him with a guarded expression.

Song Yiming saw his gaze of disgust, and thought he was afraid of getting his car seats dirty with his current state. So he instantly reverted to a cold expression: “Forget it if it’s not possible.”

Zhao Kaile said: “It’s not exactly impossible, but aren’t you not going back now? Is your manager’s side OK with that?”

“What problem could she have?” Song Yiming said with insufficient confidence: “It’s not like I can’t get a taxi. I’m just afraid the driver would recognize me.”

“Alright.” Zhao Kaile couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to himself, didn’t you just say even your own mother wouldn’t recognize you.

Zhan Hang silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and walked forward on his own.