Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 107

Her father’s death made Feng Biqin unwilling to continue the false affection with her husband. After finishing the funeral arrangements, they returned and divorced.

They went to court, but Feng Biqin ultimately lacked Zhan Hongyuan’s influence. Unsurprisingly, Zhan Hang was awarded to Zhan Hongyuan. Knowing she was powerless, Feng Biqin only took him out on his birthday to visit all the places he had always wanted to go.

Adolescent boys are always very sensitive. Zhan Hang seemed to foresee what Feng Biqin wanted to do, so this entire day he didn’t actively bring up that mess of rotten business at home. He was exceptionally well-behaved, not talking back to her a single sentence.

After the meal, mother and son walked shoulder to shoulder on the pedestrian street. Zhan Hang was still shooting up in height, and by now had reached Feng Biqin’s shoulder.

“Baby.” Feng Biqin opened her mouth: “Mom wants to tell you something.”

Zhan Hang’s brows sank slightly. He was silent for a moment, then said: “No need to tell me. Grandfather said, you’re the kind of person who does whatever you want to do. Even if others advise you, you won’t listen.”

Feng Biqin laughed softly upon hearing this: “So grandfather often said this about me to you.”

Zhan Hang made an mm sound, knowing his premonition was about to come true, his heart suddenly growing tense.

“Mom wants to go to another province.” Feng Biqin said on her own: “My former teacher recently contacted me, asking about my recent situation……. She also said, my academic performance was quite good back then, how could I have been so foolish, abandoning my studies to get married and have children.”

Zhan Hang stopped his footsteps to look at her, listening quietly. He discovered that Feng Biqin seemed to have changed somewhere, yet also seemed to have changed nothing at all. She was once the pearl in her parents’ palm, and after marriage became Zhan Hongyuan’s heart and liver treasure. If not for that day when she discovered the truth of Zhan Hongyuan’s affair, she probably would have been happy her whole life, never needing to eat the hardships she had never tasted before.

Feng Biqin continued: “Mom very much regrets marrying Zhan Hongyuan, but doesn’t regret having you……. When you were born, you were like a little monkey, your face all wrinkled, ugly to death, and you caused Mom pain to the point of living death. Mom thought at the time, having one child like this was enough to endure, never again.” She laughed at herself: “Mom really isn’t a qualified mother, only learning to take care of you when you’ve already grown so big.”

Zhan Hang said: “I can take care of myself now.”

“Isn’t that so.” Feng Biqin laughed, then wiped her eye sockets with her fingers: “Baby has grown up.”

Zhan Hang looked at her for a moment, then said seriously: “What I mean is, I don’t need you to take care of me anymore. Do whatever you want to do. Don’t worry about me.”

Feng Biqin was stunned for a long time, one hand stroking his forehead, her eye sockets slightly red, for half a day unable to speak.

She personally sent her son back to their former home. The next day, carrying her luggage, she boarded a plane to H Province alone, picking up the dreams of her girlhood.

Zhan Hang didn’t go to see her off. With Feng Xinghuai gone and Feng Biqin gone too, he shut himself in his room, lying on his desk staring blankly at the sky outside the window enveloped by an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

roughout high school, the relationship between father and son had deteriorated to its lowest point. Zhan Hongyuan knew he couldn’t undo the mistake he’d made that day, so he didn’t initiate conversations with Zhan Hang, because any effective communication he anticipated always ended prematurely.

Zhan Hang paid no attention to his matters, didn’t lose his temper, and didn’t give him a smiling face, as if completely treating him as a transparent person. Zhan Hongyuan felt powerless in his heart, but also strictly abided by the requirements Feng Biqin put forward before the divorce. Don’t casually bring women back home, lest it dirty Zhan Hang’s eyes.

“After entering university, I could basically begin to be self-sufficient.” Zhan Hang said to Zhao Kaile: “And gradually broke off contact with Zhan Hongyuan.”

The sun tilted westward, golden sunlight gently pouring in from beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zhan Hang lowered his eyelashes, silent for a very long time, half his face shrouded in shadow.

Zhao Kaile’s heart ached, his brows and eyes drooping. He wanted to reach out his hand, to hug the Zhan Hang before his eyes, to hug the young Zhan Hang who had no one to love him. But he was truly timid, and ultimately didn’t do it. He suddenly recalled a certain night when he had first arrived, when Zhan Hang sat in the cat room holding the furry child under the light, quietly spacing out. The scene was exactly the same as what was before his eyes.

“Zhan Hongyuan only loves himself.” Zhan Hang suddenly raised his head, speaking solemnly to him: “Investing that money in ‘Sharp Sword,’ mentioning me was just incidental. Laundering money is what he truly wanted to do.”

Zhao Kaile was stunned for a moment, puzzled as he said: “But you’re his only son. Even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs…….”

“How is that trying to promote me? He’s trying to harm me to death.” Zhan Hang said coldly: “The day those enterprises and institutions under him are investigated, I’ll be dragged down with him.”

Zhao Kaile was shocked in his heart. The image of Zhan Hongyuan’s gentle smiling face when they first met floated up in his brain. Then in a flash, behind that smiling face appeared a gigantic shadow of a venomous snake, gloomily flicking its tongue.

Zhao Kaile asked: “What exactly is he doing?”

“Three great evils, he’s touched two.” Zhan Hang said in a low voice: “Don’t know now, should be even more rampant than before.”

Zhao Kaile couldn’t help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, only feeling a chill that didn’t come from the cold, not daring to ask which two of the three he had touched. After all, no matter which two he had touched, once Zhan Hang was dragged in, it would also be very difficult to wash clean.

At night, Zhao Kaile sat before his laptop. His mind still occasionally flashed the warm scenes Zhan Hang had described to him that afternoon. His fingers tapped aimlessly on the keyboard a few times, preparing to add a new character.

He wanted to let Zhan Hang grow up carefree and free of worries in a parallel world, doted on by family.

Several days later, Zhan Hang accepted a costume romance drama according to Bai Li’s requirements. Not long after entering the production, news came out. “Sharp Sword” had been scheduled, and it was scheduled for the prime time slot of a certain red-themed satellite TV station.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt quite shocked, including the cast member Zhan Hang himself.

Zhao Kaile was so happy he couldn’t speak, pointing at his phone screen, facing Zhan Hang and shaking it nonstop, indicating for him to hurry and look. Zhan Hang laughed and cried at the same time: “Look at that little promise of yours. My previous dramas also weren’t short of prime time broadcasts.”

In front of Zhao Kaile, he put on an appearance of having seen great winds and great waves, unmoved. Then he turned around and secretly sent Bai Li a message asking if she had pulled some strings again, but received a negative answer. Bai Li herself was also completely baffled, only saying she was still asking.

Zhan Hang frowned in puzzlement, but on second thought, it made sense. Bai Li had never thought well of him taking this drama from beginning to end. How could she have gone to great pains to pull strings and spend money to manage connections for it?

Of course, if she didn’t spend effort on scheduling, she would spend even less effort on buying water armies after the broadcast. Bai Li’s instructions to Lu Jiayin were to pay no attention, go with the flow, and no longer spend effort on “Sharp Sword’s” later stage marketing. Only Zhan Hang himself would repost a few production team Weibo posts, but his own heat didn’t bring much traffic to the drama, counting as dispensable.

However, just when “Sharp Sword” was simultaneously broadcast on television and the internet to its sixth episode, a strange thing happened.

First, several high-energy passionate “Sharp Sword” editing videos appeared on Weibo and a certain video site. The blogger’s superb editing techniques and silky smooth beat-matching made viewers praise without cease. Views and likes rose in a straight line. For a time, the comment section was full of people asking what drama the content in the video was from. Soon, knowledgeable netizens gave detailed replies, including the names of a pile of characters from “Sharp Sword” and the actors’ names.

The video repost volume was very high, spreading from one to ten, from ten to a hundred. This wave of heat also confused the production team.

Several busybodies asked in the production group chat that hadn’t disbanded yet. The publicity team said the water armies they hired hadn’t started exerting force yet. This wave seemed to really be organic traffic.

Zhao Kaile watched the messages in the group chat that quickly flooded the screen until his eyes went blurry, growing increasingly excited. Almost the entire morning, he sat in the rest tent flipping back and forth refreshing those videos, personally witnessing the view count rise from several thousand and several ten thousand to several hundred thousand and several million.

When Zhan Hang came off set for a rest, he called out several times but didn’t see Zhao Kaile respond. This person was still bent over staring at his phone screen, not knowing what he was giggling at. He was instantly speechless, went over and pinched his face.

Zhao Kaile instantly snapped out of it, jumping up and quickly bringing him a chair, water, and a shoulder and leg massage.

“What are you watching so seriously?” Zhan Hang asked nonchalantly.

Zhao Kaile immediately fawningly handed his phone to him, indicating for him to look himself.

Zhan Hang propped his chin and watched for a while, frowning: “Why are they all group scene shots, so few close-ups.”

Zhao Kaile: “……..”

The point isn’t this at all okay!!

Zhao Kaile said excitedly: “Three million views! Hang-ge! Do you know what three million means!”

Zhan Hang said nonchalantly: “Three million is three million.”

“‘Sharp Sword’ has only broadcast six episodes!” Zhao Kaile said: “The material given out can already be edited into so many shots worth savoring repeatedly! This means it opened high!”

Zhan Hang made an mm sound, somewhat understanding what he meant, but in his heart still subconsciously believed that even if “Sharp Sword” got popular, it wouldn’t get that popular. The fundamental problems Bai Li had completely described to him, he basically agreed with. He just wasn’t willing to not film it.

Zhao Kaile said on his own: “These comments aren’t even water armies……. Do you know what it means for a drama to have this much organic traffic these days! It means it’s going to explode!”

Zhan Hang said: “Oh oh, is that so.”

“……..” Zhao Kaile said in disbelief: “How can you not be excited at all!”

Zhan Hang: “Don’t make such a fuss. The drama hasn’t even finished broadcasting yet. If it still flops at the end, I see who you’ll go cry to.”

Zhao Kaile said aggrievedly, unable to speak, thinking to himself I’m not even acting in it, what would I cry for! The emperor isn’t anxious but the eunuch is…… spit spit spit.

That day when work wrapped, Bai Li sent a message, giving the answer.

“There haven’t been any decent dramas filmed in this genre field these past few years. The red satellite TV station decided to strongly support it.” When Bai Li said this, she still found it somewhat hard to believe. From beginning to end, she had felt this drama would suffer a cold reception because of its genre. She didn’t expect that now it had instead eaten a wave of genre’s popularity, and seemed to faintly have a momentum of becoming a major hit. Truly magical.