Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 103

“Hang-ge?” Zhao Kaile called out to him hesitantly.

Zhan Hang was currently in a state where a volcano was about to erupt, completely with no spare attention to deal with him. He turned around and called Zhan Hongyuan, opening with a demand: “What do you mean?”

The other party still maintained his usual unhurried pace, leisurely asking: “Zhan Hang?”

Zhan Hang: “It’s me.”

Zhan Hongyuan asked with a bit of a smile: “Do you want to come over and chat?”

Zhan Hang said impatiently: “Make it clear on the phone.”

“In a few sentences, it can’t be made clear.” Zhan Hongyuan seemed to put the phone aside on speaker, his voice coming near and far: “Dad bought a new residence in District A. Want to come take a look?”

Zhan Hang didn’t hear very clearly and frowned asking: “What?”

From the other end of the phone came a gentle female voice, asking Zhan Hongyuan: “Who are you talking to on the phone?”

“My son.” Zhan Hongyuan’s tone was quite doting: “Let him come over to meet you today, okay?”

That woman laughed coquettishly a few times, lightly responding with an okay.

Zhan Hang understood, and practically every hair on his body stood on end. Looking at the situation, it seemed he wished he could rush over right now and fight his own father. Zhao Kaile stood guard anxiously to one side, one hand switching his phone screen to Bai Li’s contact information, ready to dial out the moment something happened.

“Send the address.” Zhan Hang practically bit out these three words to Zhan Hongyuan through gritted teeth. The other party agreed and did as told.

Although District A was called a district, truly walking on foot from east to west would still be quite a trek.

Zhan Hang hung up the phone, turned around without a word to go back and get the car. Zhao Kaile quickly followed behind him, his face full of anxiety, but not daring to ask a single extra question, afraid that he might accidentally trigger Zhan Hang’s sensitive words again. At that time, getting scolded would be the light punishment, and he might even get beaten.

His mind was a complete mess, working hard to organize his thoughts. That behind-the-scenes investor turned out to be Hang-ge’s father. But what grudge or grievance did Hang-ge have with his father? How could he get so furious about his father investing money in a drama he participated in……. Was it because he found him a stepmother? But that stepmother’s voice on the phone just now sounded quite young.

The two returned to their own garage. Zhao Kaile took the first step to seize the driver’s seat, looking at Zhan Hang with exceptional determination.

But he only acted forcefully, his tone still exceptionally soft: “Th this can’t be given to you.”

“……..” Zhan Hang said: “You drive.”

Zhao Kaile drove all the way to District A’s central avenue, occasionally observing Zhan Hang’s expression from the rearview mirror, discovering that he still had a face as deep as water. He could only pray silently in his heart that when the father and son met in a bit, they absolutely must not start fighting.

Arriving at the destination, Zhan Hang got out of the car without putting any covering on his face and angrily slammed the door shut. Zhao Kaile grabbed the sunglasses and mask and chased after him, suffering bitterly.

The new residence Zhan Hongyuan spoke of was constructed very similarly to Zhan Hang’s building. Even on the first floor outside, the lawn similarly had an open-air small garden. There were also several gardeners working on the lawn. The main door was wide open, seemingly specifically waiting for Zhan Hang’s arrival.

When Zhan Hang stormed into the first floor, he even startled several housekeeping staff. There was also a young girl who cried out, then immediately recognized who he was, excitedly leaning forward a bit, seemingly wanting to personally confirm whether he was the real person. Zhao Kaile finally caught up to his footsteps, stepped in front of him, and desperately denied to that girl: “No no, you saw wrong, you saw wrong.”

The mistress upstairs heard the commotion, slightly lifted her skirt hem, and descended the stairs gracefully in cotton slippers.

She was beautiful and dignified, looking only a bit over thirty. Upon first meeting, she revealed an enthusiastic smile toward Zhan Hang, opening her mouth to greet him: “Zhan Hang, you’re here? Your father is waiting for you upstairs.”

Zhan Hang didn’t know how to address this stepmother whose number in the sequence he didn’t know, only gave her a small nod, and went upstairs on his own. Zhao Kaile finally ended his entanglement with that young girl after much persuasion, simply crying out about his suffering.

Second floor guest room.

Zhan Hongyuan was slightly bent over, standing before the aquarium fiddling with his newly bought arowana. Hearing the commotion, he only raised his eyes after a good while, smiling at Zhan Hang and saying: “Son, you finally came. Sit.”

“Is this residence for her?” Zhan Hang asked.

Zhan Hongyuan nodded, then asked: “Drink some tea?”

Zhan Hang said: “No.”

“You came all this way, drinking some tea won’t waste your time.” Zhan Hongyuan carefully sized him up for a moment, his eyes quite pleased: “I see you’ve grown a bit taller again. Now you’re even taller than Dad.”

Zhan Hang was completely unreceptive, still with a paralyzed face, sitting upright on the sofa on his own, every muscle in his body tense, as if he could enter combat mode at any moment. Zhan Hongyuan sat across from him, fiddling with the tea set while saying: “Don’t stand outside either, come in and sit.”

Zhao Kaile stood frozen at the doorway. He looked at Zhan Hongyuan in shock, stammering: “You you you……”

“We’ve met.” Zhan Hongyuan smiled and said: “Why are you stuttering? I thought you were some newly debuted little celebrity. Turns out you’re Zhan Hang’s assistant.”

Zhao Kaile completely lost his ability to speak. Zhan Hang hated that he couldn’t make steel from iron, angrily scolding: “Still standing there doing what? Come over!”

A thunderclap on flat ground, Zhao Kaile woke as if from a dream, stood properly beside Zhan Hang with restraint, adjusted his expression, and imitated Zhan Hang entering battle preparation mode.

“……..” A vein bulged on Zhan Hang’s forehead. He gritted his teeth and said: “Sit down!”

Zhao Kaile made two oh oh sounds, awkwardly sitting properly beside him, his eyes completely not daring to glance toward Zhan Hongyuan, only randomly looking around the floor.

Zhan Hongyuan couldn’t help laughing a few times, pushing the brewed tea slightly toward the two of them.

“Perhaps you won’t believe it, but this matter was originally a complete coincidence.” He said slowly: “I had my secretary randomly find a few films currently in pre-production planning. Among them happened to be this one……. what’s it called? Sharp Blade?”

Zhao Kaile reminded him: “Sharp Sword.”

“Oh, Sharp Sword.” Zhan Hongyuan said politely to Zhao Kaile: “Thank you.”

Zhan Hang speechlessly glared at Zhao Kaile, then continued pressing Zhan Hongyuan: “You invested, fine. Why did you mention my name?”

“I invested, so I did. I saw your name among the cast members, so I told their company’s person in charge, asking him to help look after you.” Zhan Hongyuan took a sip of tea, smiling: “A father caring for his son, perfectly justified by heaven and earth. Are you really this unwilling to accept my kindness?”

Zhan Hang frowned and retorted: “What do you think?”

Zhan Hongyuan stared into his eyes, smiling but not speaking.

The father and son were truly too alike, especially the eyebrows and eyes. Apart from the traces left by years, they were practically identical. Their gazes should also have been equally sharp, but Zhan Hongyuan intentionally or unintentionally concealed his behind a warm undertone, unwilling to reveal it.

Zhao Kaile, as an outsider, listened completely baffled, but instinctively felt the atmosphere was extremely tense, his palms almost sweating cold sweat.

Zhan Hang said coldly: “Your money isn’t clean. You do your immoral deeds. Don’t drag me into it.”

Zhao Kaile: “…….”

What???

What does money isn’t clean mean……. is is is Zhan Hongyuan using “Sharp Sword” as a springboard to launder money??

Zhan Hongyuan restrained his smile somewhat, lightly placing the teacup back on the table, sighed, and said: “Son, you shouldn’t speak to me this way.”

Zhan Hang slightly nodded, his eyes watching him unfavorably: “I said, there is no longer any relationship between us.”

“If you insist on saying this, do you think you’re very clean?” Zhan Hongyuan examined him jokingly: “You were raised by me. The money I spent on you wasn’t small either.”

Zhan Hang didn’t yield half a step: “I also said, you can calculate every penny you spent on me over the years one by one. I will pay it all back to you, including this surname.”

Zhan Hongyuan was silent for a moment. When he looked at him, his eyes showed slight melancholy: “Son, we haven’t seen each other for so long. I thought you would be slightly more respectful toward me……. You’re a big star, able to be amiable in front of so many people. How come when you get to your own father, you don’t show a good face?”

“Do you deserve it?” Zhan Hang said understandingly: “Oh, it’s because there are outsiders present. You feel uncomfortable if you don’t put on an act.”

Zhao Kaile understood that this outsider referred to himself. He immediately shuddered, watching Zhan Hongyuan vigilantly, nervously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

He discovered that Zhan Hongyuan’s temperament had completely changed. When smiling, he was very gentle, just a harmless middle-aged gentleman. When not smiling, he was simply identical to Zhan Hang when he lost his temper, faintly revealing a kind of violence and obsession.

“Zhan Hang, why do you always think Dad is here to harm you?” Zhan Hongyuan lowered his eyes, his hands fiddling with a delicate small tea utensil: “If Dad really wanted to do something? Would I need to go about it in such a roundabout way?”

From the doorway came the woman’s low sigh. She stood not far and not near, timely explaining: “Zhan Hang, your father just wants to ease the relationship with you, absolutely no other intention……”

Zhan Hongyuan slightly raised a hand, stopping her persuasion. He looked at Zhan Hang expressionlessly for a while, then said in a low voice: “I only have you as this one son.” Zhan Hang seemed to find it extremely amusing, looking at him and shaking his head, coldly saying: “Zhan Hongyuan, I don’t believe you. Don’t use this kind of method to connect with me again. We draw water from different wells and don’t violate each other’s rivers. I promised my mom that when you die, I’ll come give you a funeral. For anything else, don’t even think about it.”

Hearing this, the two outsiders present were both shocked. They never could have imagined that Zhan Hang would say such disobedient and unfilial words to his own father’s face. Immediately both looked nervously toward Zhan Hongyuan.

Zhan Hongyuan indeed had a vein slightly bulging at his temple. He reached out and gave Zhan Hang a resounding slap, hitting Zhan Hang’s head to one side.

Zhao Kaile was so frightened he nearly cried out, hurriedly reaching out to shield in front of Zhan Hang, afraid that Zhan Hongyuan in his excitement would deliver a second slap. But Zhan Hang completely didn’t care, his eyes mocking, as if he took pleasure in angering Zhan Hongyuan.

Zhan Hongyuan said angrily: “Scram.”

Zhan Hang coldly laughed once, leading Zhao Kaile to stride away with large steps.

All the way to the car, Zhao Kaile chased after him to put sunglasses on him, then pulled over his arm to check whether there was any mark on his face.

Zhan Hang seemed to have finally vented the fire he had been holding in all day, his mood comfortable as he raised an eyebrow at him.

Zhao Kaile was speechless, thinking to himself are you sick! He got slapped and he’s still laughing! Didn’t he know to dodge!