Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 96

Zhan Hang: Can you tell me what you’re actually thinking?

Zhao Kaile: #spacing out

Zhan Hang: What if I hadn’t held up?

Zhao Kaile: Uh………

Zhan Hang: Come over here.

A moment later, the two were sitting by the small tea table in Zhan Hang’s room.

Zhao Kaile looked at him timidly: “What should I talk about……”

“Do you know how much two physically normal adult men weigh together?” Zhan Hang said angrily. “At minimum, it’s over two hundred and fifty pounds. Zhao Kaile, you signed a contract with me, not a death warrant. Did you have to go that far??” Zhao Kaile placed both hands on his knees and said stiffly, “I……I was afraid you’d land face-first. What if you got disfigured?”

“……..” Zhan Hang grew even angrier that he dared to talk back: “With your scrawny build, what if that impact broke your ribs? How would that benefit me? Wouldn’t I have to go looking for a new assistant all over again? That would be one thing, but your injury would have to be classified as a work injury. I’d have to pay this fee and that fee, and find time to bring a fruit basket to visit you at the hospital. Is it worth the trouble and the hassle?? Can’t you think about the consequences before you act? Do you know what it means to think thrice before acting??”

Zhao Kaile’s head was spinning from listening, on the verge of collapse. He could only apologize first: “Sorry sorry sorry!!!”

How did everything wrong become my fault again! Shouldn’t we be blaming that fake-certificated demolition expert! And I’m not that weak, okay? How would I get a fracture from two men falling on me!

Zhan Hang seemed to hear his inner thoughts and demanded fiercely: “You’re still not convinced?”

“No no, I wouldn’t dare.” Zhao Kaile said aggrievedly: “I won’t do it again.”

Zhan Hang jabbed him hard on the forehead, then pointed at him with his finger, seeming to want to curse a few more words but having nothing left to say.

Zhao Kaile couldn’t hold it in and let out a puff of laughter.

Zhan Hang: “……..”

Zhao Kaile hurriedly stopped himself, trying hard to suppress his smile back down.

“……..I really give up on you.” Zhan Hang cursed under his breath, unable to maintain his stern face anymore, instantly breaking character.

Zhao Kaile could clearly feel that he was very worried about him. That little bit of affection in his heart was growing more and more uncontrollable, spreading recklessly everywhere. He kind of wanted to lean over and hug Zhan Hang, or kiss his forehead, to soothe his anxious mood. However, Zhao Kaile only dared to think about it in his heart.

If he actually said it out loud, he’d probably be grabbed by the collar and thrown out the window by Hang-ge.

Zhan Hang tired himself out from lecturing, took a sip of water from his cup, and said: “Day after day, I don’t know what you’re so happy about for no reason.”

Zhao Kaile: “…….”

I’m not happy for no reason!

Okay, maybe a little…….

Mainly, I’m quite happy every day just seeing you.

Zhan Hang couldn’t hear these inner thoughts of his, and only said: “Go run the bath. I want to shower.”

Zhao Kaile came back to his senses and went to run the hot water as told. When he was testing the water temperature with his hand, Zhan Hang came in. He had already stripped completely naked, with no sense of embarrassment whatsoever.

“It’s ready.” Zhao Kaile turned to look at Zhan Hang, noticing that there were still large areas of self-adhesive bandages and medicinal solution on both his arms. He hesitated for a moment and asked: “Hang-ge, how are you going to wash like this?”

Zhan Hang looked at him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world: “You’ll help me wash.”

Zhao Kaile: “Oh oh…….”

He recalled that previously Zhan Hang had at most asked him to help scrub his back, and most of the time he took care of himself. Now his personal assistant could finally be of use at a critical moment.

Zhao Kaile nodded, put on the scrubbing gloves with a solemn expression, invited Zhan Hang into the bathtub, dragged over the small stool he usually used, and began squeezing out body wash and lathering bubbles.

Scrubbing the upper half was still fine. Scrubbing the lower half was a bit awkward.

Zhao Kaile scrubbed halfway, unsure whether he should continue, and looked at Zhan Hang nervously. Zhan Hang leaned his head back slightly, resting against the wall and watching the projection with focused attention, as if he hadn’t noticed the questioning look in his eyes.

Forget it, forget it……. we’re both men, what’s the big deal.

Zhao Kaile reached his leg area, and clearly felt Zhan Hang’s body stiffen.

Both of them paused simultaneously.

At this moment, the air in the bathroom seemed to freeze solid.

Zhan Hang was silent for a moment, as if he had figured something out, then slowly relaxed his body and said: “You have one too, what’s there to be shy about.”

“I don’t……” Zhao Kaile said without much conviction: “I I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed.”

The corner of Zhan Hang’s mouth twitched slightly, as if he desperately wanted to laugh but forced it back, and said coolly: “Then scrub away, but don’t use too much force. If you scrub it broken, I’ll make you pay for it.”

Zhao Kaile made an oh sound, averted his eyes, and reached out to scrub randomly underwater a few times to count as clean, thinking to himself how would I pay, how would I pay, would I have to give my own……. forget it, forget it, too bloody.

From Zhan Hang’s angle, Zhao Kaile was half-turned sideways.

He had taken off his jacket and was only wearing a sweatshirt, revealing a bit of clean neck. His slightly long eyelashes seemed to flutter nonstop out of guilt. His uninjured, fair arm was immersed a small distance in the water, his palm separated by the thin scrubbing glove, randomly groping around Zhan Hang’s lower half without any method.

Zhan Hang’s breathing grew slightly sluggish. Some physiological reactions were beyond his control, and he couldn’t help but have a response.

When Zhao Kaile moved his hand upward, he accidentally bumped into it and immediately fell silent too. Then he pretended as if nothing had happened and averted his gaze, stiffly saying: “I wonder how Teacher Yu is doing. Usually he looks quite healthy, who would have thought he’d suddenly faint.”

Zhan Hang knew he was embarrassed and didn’t forcefully point it out, only carrying a bit of a smile as he went along with his words: “Who told him to keep drinking at his age? No matter how good his constitution is, it can’t withstand him abusing it like that.”

Zhao Kaile outwardly agreed, but inwardly thought to himself, you’re not much better when you touch alcohol, your alcohol tolerance is terrible, and you like to grab people and kiss them randomly.

……..

After washing was complete, Zhao Kaile helped Zhan Hang up to dry his body, apply body lotion, then put on a bathrobe and blow-dry his hair, as if he were serving an old father who had been paralyzed in bed for many years.

Zhan Hang leaned against the bedside without moving, letting him fuss over him with a blank expression. His eyes caught sight of the scrape on Zhao Kaile’s arm and he asked: “What about you?”

“Me?” Zhao Kaile followed his gaze to look at his own injury and said nonchalantly: “Mine isn’t serious. Hang-ge, you need to be extra careful these next few days. Don’t get it wet. Call me if you need anything.”

Zhan Hang made an mm sound. After his hair was dried, he casually rubbed the back of Zhao Kaile’s head and said: “Sleep early. Good night.”

“Good night.” Zhao Kaile said.

He watched Zhan Hang lie down, turned off the light for him, then slowly walked out of Zhan Hang’s room and back to his own room.

Zhao Kaile’s face was slightly flushed. He lay on his back on the bed, took a few deep breaths, then rolled over and hugged his pillow tightly, burying his face in it and whimpering as he relived that moment when Zhan Hang rubbed the back of his head just now.

Actually, Zhan Hang had rubbed his head plenty of times before, but back then he had been blessed without knowing it, completely failing to sense that intimate meaning. Now it was different. Every time Zhan Hang touched him, he felt electricity running through his entire body, both tingling and numb. If it were any more exaggerated, he might just go weak in the knees, close his eyes, and faint in Zhan Hang’s arms.

He felt like he might really have been brainwashed. Even when Zhan Hang scolded him, he didn’t feel angry. He felt that whatever Zhan Hang said was right, and even thought Zhan Hang looked so cool and handsome when he was scolding people.

Zhao Kaile lifted his face from the pillow sorrowfully, thinking I’m finished, am I a pervert.

He thought until his heart was restless and agitated. After barely finishing his shower, he still couldn’t sleep, so he leaned against the headboard and struggled to write. His mind kept floating images of Zhan Hang’s face—angry, expressionless, carrying a slight smile, gentle—dominating all the available storage space in his brain so completely that he truly had no heart for writing. Helpless, he closed his writing software, opened a webpage, and watched Zhan Hang’s dramas with a grievance-filled expression, watching all night.

The next day on set, on the surface all work procedures were still running smoothly, completely unaffected by yesterday’s accident. But Zhao Kaile still picked up some clues from whispered discussions.

“I heard Yu Zhengfeng woke up last night and refused to lie down no matter what, insisting on coming back to finish his scenes.”

“Indeed, the older generation is so dedicated.”

“His assistant tried to talk him out of it so earnestly. After all, he’s getting on in years, and no matter how good his constitution is, it can’t withstand him running himself ragged like this.”

“Did that guy’s relative get fired?”

“Long ago. How could Ren Jiayuan tolerate this? He doesn’t allow any sand in his eyes.”

Zhao Kaile felt slightly relieved hearing that Yu Zhengfeng was fine, yawned, then lowered his head to check Weibo and other major public opinion platforms.

Last night Lu Jiayin had heard about the incident and only asked about Zhan Hang and his personal safety, not saying anything else. But Zhao Kaile felt that with such a major incident involving so many artists, there was no way there wouldn’t be any rumors on Weibo. When he searched, there were only a few scattered related posts. It seemed the production team had suppressed the trending topic.

But sure enough, the momentum of the news this morning was far stronger than last night. Countless reposts, copies, and exaggerated rumors flew everywhere. Some said a certain artist was severely injured, some said the director was severely injured, and some said a certain artist was directly blown to death each one more outrageous than the last.

Zhao Kaile broke out in a cold sweat reading them. After thinking about it, he searched using a combination of keywords related to Zhan Hang and the explosion, and sure enough found a post: “Accidental explosion on ‘Sharp Sword’ set, Tang Wen actor Zhan Hang unfortunately passes away.”

“………” Zhao Kaile thought to himself, you’re the one who passed away, what the hell!

He decisively created an account and went to reply to this obvious marketing account post.

On set, idle staff members were also sitting in twos and threes, heads down busy with their phones. Zhao Kaile wanted to find someone to ask, but when he looked up, the girl who had given him earplugs yesterday came over, naturally waving at him and saying: “Come here, little brother, help us log into accounts too, and leave comments under these big verified accounts.”

Zhao Kaile looked confused but still cooperated, following her instructions to log into accounts, copy, open webpages, leave comments, copy, open webpages, leave comments…….. becoming a glorious member of the ‘Sharp Sword’ production team water army.