Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 122

“How many months?” Zhan Hang asked the woman. “Did you tell him?”

The woman looked at him, her gaze darkly sweeping across his face, and murmured, “Just one month. I was originally planning to wait until things stabilized before telling him.”

But now, with the situation as it was, there seemed to be no need at all.

Zhao Kaile: “Then what do you plan to do…”

This was too tragic!!

The woman let out a bitter laugh, reached out and gently stroked her stomach. You could tell this was a subconscious gesture, as if she had communicated with the little life she was nurturing in this way on countless sleepless nights.

But Zhan Hang asked bluntly, “You don’t want him anymore, right?”

The woman sat on the sofa, one hand covering her eyes, and said in a low voice, “I don’t know how to face him. Whether Zhan Hongyuan comes back or not, and in what capacity he comes back, I find it very hard to accept.”

Zhan Hang made a sound of acknowledgment, his gaze sweeping over the woman’s bare feet, understanding in his heart.

After finishing the questioning, the only thing that gave Zhao Kaile some relief was that when Zhan Hongyuan bought this house for the woman, he hadn’t played any tricks. The property deed was in her name.

Ding Peng saw the two return, got out of the car to open the door for them, then circled around back to the driver’s seat. After confirming everything was fine, they set off.

Zhao Kaile couldn’t help looking back at that house, still feeling a bit sighful in his heart.

Zhan Hang said, “She has some artistic flair, pretty but simple minded. You can tell at a glance she’s a woman who was spoiled by her family. Zhan Hongyuan’s tastes haven’t changed after all these years.”

Zhao Kaile leaned against the window. The scenery of District A gradually shrank, and by the time they drove out of the city center avenue, it was finally completely out of sight.

“Will she really get rid of the baby?” Zhao Kaile said slowly. “She seems very reluctant.”

Zhan Hang said puzzled, “What’s there to be reluctant about?”

Zhao Kaile turned back to look at him, and said seriously, “That’s not just Zhan Hongyuan’s child, it’s also her child.”

Zhan Hang couldn’t figure out his thought process, so he didn’t want to figure it out anymore, and gave a perfunctory oh.

Zhao Kaile immersed himself in his own little world for a while, then remembered something, and worriedly asked Zhan Hang, “Should we tell Sister Li about Uncle Zhan’s matter?”

“Let me think about how to tell her.” Zhan Hang said with some fatigue, pinching the bridge of his nose, letting out a breath. “I’ll tell her myself later.”

The current situation was unclear. What kind of ending Zhan Hongyuan would meet, and when he would meet such an ending, Zhan Hang didn’t know. This was like a sword of Damocles, which would hang over his head for some time to come, its blade gleaming brightly pointed at the top of his skull.

As night fell, Zhan Hang fell asleep with a frown. Zhao Kaile turned over and looked at him for a while, still thinking about everything that had happened during the day.

A moment later he turned back again, fished out his phone, turned the brightness to the lowest, and flipped through the messages he had received today.

Ever since he became Zhan Hang’s assistant, his WeChat friend count had gradually grown from two digits to three. By the time Zhan Hang made it big today, his WeChat friend count had successfully increased to four digits. The messages he had to reply to every day were incredibly complicated. He had long since developed the skill of skimming ten lines at a glance, ignoring junk messages and useless messages, only picking out relatives, friends, and important work messages to reply to.

But today there was one message he couldn’t figure out which category it belonged to. The other person’s profile picture was a blooming rose with dewdrops. The info showed age 45, female. The message sent was: If you have free time, you can find me to chat. #smile

The rigorous punctuation and the extremely dated soybean emoji made Zhao Kaile fall into deep thought. He began to rack his brains trying to remember when he had added this lady as a friend. He received many friend requests every day. If he didn’t get around to adding notes that day, then later when chatting, if the other person didn’t identify themselves, he would have a hard time remembering who this was.

Helplessly, he clicked into her Moments to look through, and found that this lady hadn’t set any privacy restrictions on him. The content was basically updated every day, mostly flowers and scenery, and selfies of her wearing sunglasses.

Zhao Kaile: “?”

Why did this look so familiar?

He scrolled down further, scrolling to two photos of her and a man in the sunlight, kissing each other’s cheeks in the middle of a sea of flowers. This time there were front facing faces. It was Zhan Hang’s own mother, Feng Biqin.

Zhao Kaile: “……”

My god!!

He had actually left his mother in law’s WeChat message hanging for a whole day without replying!

Why didn’t he add a note when adding her as a friend!!!

Zhao Kaile scrambled to add her a note and pin her to the top, then replied with tears streaming down his face, “Sorry auntie, it’s been a bit busy today, haven’t been checking WeChat much!”

He thought she should be asleep by this hour, but to his surprise, Feng Biqin replied instantly.

Feng Biqin: It’s fine, I know this line of work is very busy. #smile

Zhao Kaile: Thanks for understanding… but why are you still up at this hour?

Feng Biqin: I’m not in the country, it’s still evening here.

Zhao Kaile: I see.

Feng Biqin: Is Zhan Hang asleep?

Zhao Kaile: Asleep.

Feng Biqin: I noticed his sleep time seems to have been compressed quite a lot lately. Please help take care of him.

Zhao Kaile: Mhm mhm, I will.

Feng Biqin: How does Zhan Hang normally treat you?

Zhao Kaile: Very well. We basically don’t argue, and even if we do, we make up very quickly.

Feng Biqin: That’s good. He actually hasn’t learned to manage his emotions very well yet. If he says something or does something that accidentally hurts you, I hope you can realize right away that he didn’t mean it. He’s just too clumsy.

Receiving this message, Zhao Kaile couldn’t help biting his fingernail and thinking for a moment. He always felt she was giving him some kind of warning, but it could also be him overthinking. This was probably just ordinary advice.

He thought for a bit and replied: Okay.

Zhao Kaile blinked and stared at the screen for a moment, then typed: Auntie, you’ve actually been quietly caring about his condition all along, right? Not like Brother Hang said, that you two don’t care about each other and can’t contact each other a few times a year.

Feng Biqin replied quickly: Of course, he’s my son, my lifelong pride. I can’t bring myself to ignore him. I know I’m not a qualified mother, so I can only try my best to make it up to him in my own way.

Zhao Kaile: I think Brother Hang probably misses you a lot…

Feng Biqin: Really? Why would you think that?

Zhao Kaile: Everyone needs to be loved. Although Brother Hang has received love from many people, your love is irreplaceable. He just doesn’t know how to say it… How to describe it, in our terms it’s something like tsundere…

Feng Biqin: Tsundere? What does that mean?

Zhao Kaile: Says one thing but means another, harsh mouth but honest body, inconsistent inside and out…

Feng Biqin: Oh, then I think I understand.

Zhao Kaile thought to himself, Brother Hang, you have this coming too. He slightly bent over, stifling a laugh, worried that once he made some noise he would wake Zhan Hang up.

Feng Biqin: I always tend to overthink. The older Zhan Hang gets, the more he looks like him…

Looks, build, even voice. Especially when Zhan Hang lost his temper, Feng Biqin could always see Zhan Hongyuan’s shadow in him. She didn’t know how to handle this subtle fear. She only knew she should clearly separate them in her mind.

Zhao Kaile knew who this “him” referred to, so he replied firmly: It won’t happen.

He sighed, thinking to himself, so that’s how it is. No wonder she just gave me so many instructions. It turns out she has psychological scars from being domestically abused back then, and was giving me advice as someone who has been through it.

Feng Biqin: Even though I don’t quite believe it either, bloodline is ultimately a very magical thing.

Zhao Kaile: #hug

She’s not wrong.

But Brother Hang was raised by his grandfather, and his grandfather never hit his grandmother.

Feng Biqin: Forget it, these are just my random thoughts. I just wanted to chat with you.

Zhao Kaile: Mhm mhm, auntie, if you’re bored feel free to message me anytime. I’ll reply whenever I see it.

Feng Biqin: I’ve kept you chatting for so long, delaying your sleep.

Zhao Kaile: Not delayed, I wasn’t asleep yet anyway.

Feng Biqin: When I return to the country, can I treat you to a meal?

Zhao Kaile: I’m fine with anything, you don’t need to be too polite.

Feng Biqin: Okay, then sleep early. Good night. #rose

Zhao Kaile: Good night. #rose

The phone screen went dark. Zhao Kaile let out a breath. A hand passed over his waist from behind, pulling him into an embrace.

Zhan Hang pressed against him from behind, mumbling groggily, “Still not sleeping, what time is it.”

Zhao Kaile felt a bit guilty, and said softly, “Sleeping now, it’s past midnight. Sleep.”

A night without dreams.

The next day, Qihua Entertainment.

Bai Li sat at her desk, eyes fixed on the slowly scrolling message page on the computer screen, brows tightly knitted. Several shocking scandals that had exploded in the industry one after another like a chain reaction had finally bombed Qihua’s own home.

It was a female artist under Xie Lin’s management. She had just shot to brief fame because of a costume drama with a novel theme and quirky character design, but three days ago was exposed in a scandal about dancing naked at a hidden entertainment venue after taking drugs. Videos and photos were both present, the evidence conclusive. For a time, explicit photos flooded the internet. Xie Lin was caught off guard, busy for several days in a row, trying to turn the tide. But such a vile event basically sealed this female artist’s fate of being completely banned. No matter how hard Xie Lin tried, it would be very difficult to salvage the situation.

The long string of messages Zhao Kaile had sent was still spread out on her desk, giving her some temporary peace of mind.

She was very grateful that Zhan Hang actively cooperated and proactively told her all the inside information, so that she wouldn’t become as disheveled as Xie Lin when the crisis came.

Bai Li: The more the situation is like this, the more we need to cherish the present time, work hard at filming, work hard at honing acting skills. We need to let everyone see Zhan Hang’s diligence and hard work. Public perception is the most solid trump card.

Zhao Kaile: Sister Li, if… I mean if, this thing really gets dug up, what will happen to Brother Hang?

Bai Li: You don’t need to consider these for now. Jiayin and I will keep monitoring. You focus on taking care of Zhan Hang.

Zhao Kaile: Okay!