Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 114

Yu Zhengfeng had actually made a comeback based on the few dozen minutes of screen time scattered throughout Sword of Justice.

When Zhan Hang called to congratulate him, Zhao Kaile, who was organizing the closet on the side, could faintly hear Yu Zhengfeng’s voice trying to sound calm as he thanked him.

“It’s all your own good karma. Why thank me.” Zhan Hang had one hand in his pocket, standing straight at the floor to ceiling window, speaking politely into the phone: “No, no… consider it me making up for kicking you back then. Although this hot search did have some marketing elements to it, for the most part it’s genuine netizen reaction. No matter how much money you throw at it, you can’t buy this kind of overwhelming effect, right?”

The Yu Zhengfeng on the other end of the line seemed to finally be convinced by him. He sighed and asked him to thank Zhao Kaile on his behalf as well.

“Thank him for what.” Zhan Hang said: “Hey, that’s just his personality.Whenever he sees someone he knows in a bad mood, he’ll rush over and give them a pep talk. That little mouth of his chatters away, he can really talk.”

Zhao Kaile: “……”

“Let’s leave it at that for now. What’s the point of arranging so many people? My agent mentioned this to me a couple days ago…” Zhan Hang said again: “Newcomers don’t understand my habits yet, they’re purely making a mess of things. It’s better to just keep someone who’s already familiar.”

Zhao Kaile wrung out the rag hard, thinking to himself, oh, so I’m just someone who’s already familiar.

Over there, Zhan Hang hung up the phone and came over to Zhao Kaile in a good mood, sticking to him wherever Zhao Kaile was busy working, following him until he got annoyed.

“Go read your script yourself. Why are you following me around.” Zhao Kaile looked at him puzzled.

Zhan Hang cornered him against the cabinet and asked: “Why are you unhappy again?”

Zhao Kaile said: “I’m not.”

Zhan Hang cupped his face and carefully studied his expression. Zhao Kaile stared back at him seriously for a few seconds, couldn’t hold it in, and burst out laughing.

“Why are you unhappy?” Zhan Hang leaned in, their foreheads touching, both hands resting on the small of his back. It was a hug posture bursting with possessiveness.

Zhao Kaile had finally worked up some accusatory emotions, but with this interference they completely fell apart. He laughed twice more, then said: “You… why do you always tease me? I know I sometimes make mistakes, but… but when I haven’t done anything wrong, you still have to scold me. Why, why?”

During the pause waiting for an answer, Zhan Hang took the chance to kiss him, then said indifferently: “Why so many whys? It’s just habit.”

Zhao Kaile didn’t get the answer he wanted. His eyebrows drooped listlessly, his forehead resting on Zhan Hang’s shoulder, no longer looking at his face.

Zhan Hang had no choice but to say: “I’ll change from now on, okay?”

Zhao Kaile gave a vague “mm,” and said: “Then you can’t force me to do things I don’t want to do either… work matters excluded.”

Zhan Hang fell silent for a moment, warily sensing a trap in this request.

He asked back: “Like what?”

Zhao Kaile knew there was room for negotiation, so he immediately looked up at him, frowning and saying: “Don’t randomly go through my draft box anymore… also, like the novel I’m working on now is almost finished. Don’t pop up halfway and make me change this and change that. I really can’t change it anymore. I’ve almost got it all tied together!”

Zhan Hang: “……”

Scared me, I thought it was something serious.

“Sure.” Zhan Hang cooperated: “No problem at all, completely no problem. From now on, no matter what you write, I won’t voice any opinions. I’ll only use my account to tip you, okay?”

“Mm…” Zhao Kaile continued: “Also…”

Zhan Hang said impatiently: “How is there still more.”

Zhao Kaile immediately looked at him with a wounded expression, as if he had suffered some major betrayal.

Zhan Hang had no choice but to soften his tone: “Go ahead, go ahead, please speak.”

“Don’t stick to me the moment we’re somewhere with no people around.” Zhao Kaile said haltingly: “Even though we’re dating, we should still give each other some private space. Don’t just kiss and hug all the time. It’s so… so…”

This time it was Zhan Hang’s turn to look hurt. He asked in disbelief: “I can’t even touch my wife in places without cameras anymore?”

Zhao Kaile rarely heard him use intimate terms like “wife” to his face. The moment he heard it, his face was about to burn up. He immediately couldn’t take it, quickly reaching out to cover Zhan Hang’s mouth. As expected, he was lifted up by the waist by Zhan Hang again, half coaxed and half tricked, rolling onto the bed.

The filming of the current historical romance drama had been going smoothly the whole time. They hadn’t encountered any obstacles at all. No difficult diva actors, no investors trying to call all the shots, no random scandals spreading around… they hadn’t run into any of it. It was so smooth that Zhao Kaile found it a bit unbelievable.

When they wrapped filming, he still didn’t quite believe it. He carefully recalled the few dramas he had followed Zhan Hang to shoot after becoming his assistant. Indeed, every single one had encountered difficulties of varying degrees during filming.

Could those worship ceremonies before filming actually be working?? Was it really true that when you’re popular, everything goes your way?

Facing Bai Li again after nearly two months had passed.

Zhao Kaile sat in the office looking at her, still feeling a bit unreal.

Actually, during this period, Zhan Hang’s affairs had basically been handed over to Lu Jiayin to handle. But after his popularity rose, Bai Li seemed to want to step back in and exercise some control. The reasons behind this, Zhao Kaile wasn’t quite clear.

“Kaile, thank you for the choice you made sitting here back then.” Bai Li said to him with a smile: “Without you, there would be no Zhan Hang of today.”

Zhao Kaile was overwhelmed by the favor, quickly saying: “No, no, with Brother Hang’s talent, getting popular was only a matter of time. I, I didn’t do anything.”

Bai Li smiled: “From the portrayal of the character Tang Wen in Sword of Justice, we can see that Zhan Hang’s acting range is indeed quite broad. But, he hasn’t reached the age where he needs to transition yet. He can still ride this wave of popularity and take on more crowd pleasing roles. What do you think?”

Zhao Kaile was stunned, thinking to himself why was she asking him.

He subconsciously looked at Zhan Hang. Zhan Hang raised an eyebrow and directly spoke: “She’s asking you. Why are you looking at me.”

Zhao Kaile had no choice but to say: “Sister Li, what you’re saying is right.”

Bai Li said: “Just say what you think. I just want to hear your opinion.”

“Mm…” Zhao Kaile hesitated: “Actually, I think after Brother Hang finished this drama, he finally managed to shake off the half popular, half unpopular idol label. Let’s not squeeze him back into the pretty boy idol label again. When taking on future roles, we should strictly control script quality. Even if we can’t maintain good word of mouth consistently, it’s still better than one day acting in a terrible drama and ruining everything again…”

Hearing this, Bai Li nodded thoughtfully, then turned to look at Zhan Hang.

Zhan Hang had his legs crossed, sitting in a big shot posture, looking completely indifferent: “Listen to him.”

Zhao Kaile: “……”

Seeing this, Bai Li’s gaze couldn’t help but sweep back and forth between the two of them, her expression somewhat probing.

These few glances made Zhao Kaile nervous, his heart pounding. He thought to himself, could Sister Li have figured something out?

Bai Li crossed her hands under her chin and said jokingly: “Sure enough, being popular really is different. You’ve even learned to rein in your temper. Kaile, is he still ordering you around lately?”

Zhao Kaile said weakly: “It’s okay…”

Zhan Hang hummed a little tune to himself, as if he hadn’t heard, his finger swiping across his phone screen, looking quite pleased.

Bai Li laughed, not asking any more questions. She took out several scripts she had lined up for Zhan Hang and handed them to Zhao Kaile to flip through. Zhao Kaile took them and roughly scanned the script tags. They were all historical romance, immortal romance, urban romance, fantasy romance.

He looked helpless, thinking to himself what was all this, hadn’t everything they just said been for nothing.

Bai Li used her old trick: “Which of these do you most want to pick?”

Zhao Kaile hesitated: “Uh… can I take them back to look at first?”

“Sure.” Bai Li said: “Just use your rest time. Contact me as soon as possible after you’ve finished reading.”

Zhao Kaile: “Okay, okay.”

Hearing this, Zhan Hang took off his sunglasses with slight displeasure and said to Bai Li: “This is my employee. Don’t just casually take up his rest time.”

Bai Li wasn’t the least bit intimidated by him. She shrugged and said: “I’m asking my friend to help me out privately. What’s the problem with that?”

Zhao Kaile completely didn’t want to experience their cold war again. He quickly mediated: “No problem at all, I’m more than happy to!”

Zhan Hang looked at him with a mix of anger and disappointment, then frowned and made a demand to Bai Li: “Then give him a few more days off.”

“How many days off does Mr. Zhan want?” Bai Li asked with a smile, quite cooperating with his diva behavior.

“……” Zhan Hang said: “Give five days.”

“Not enough.” Bai Li said: “Director Chen is already rushing us. Actually, your scenes have already been pushed back. If you delay a few more days, he might really collapse.”

“Then let him wait!” Zhan Hang said arrogantly: “Just say I haven’t come back yet!”

Bai Li negotiated: “Four days then. I’ll communicate with him again.”

Zhao Kaile said: “Okay, okay.”

Zhan Hang: “……”

After returning home, Zhan Hang was still very dissatisfied with everything that had just happened. He crossed his arms and interrogated Zhao Kaile: “Why are you so easily swayed? How is it that any woman can talk you into anything? Do you really think you’re some kind of women’s best friend??”

Zhao Kaile said puzzled: “But your schedule is already full. Asking for more time off is just squeezing your own time. Wouldn’t that make you even more tired?”

Zhan Hang huffed: “I’m asking for these days off because I have something to do!”

Zhao Kaile: “What?”

Zhan Hang was stumped by his question. He went quiet, took two steps in front of him, then said a bit awkwardly: “Take you to meet someone.”

Zhao Kaile: “Who?”

Zhan Hang said: “Why so many questions? You’ll know when you meet them.”

Zhao Kaile gave an “oh,” still looking at him with a suspicious face, staring until Zhan Hang couldn’t keep his composure, unable to help but laugh: “If you keep staring like that, you’re going to stare something into happening.”

Zhao Kaile was still blankly wondering what could happen from staring, when Zhan Hang rushed forward at lightning speed and hoisted him up, carrying him upstairs with a fierce expression.

“……” Zhao Kaile struggled: “Didn’t we agree on three rules!”

Zhan Hang said disdainfully: “Who agreed with you? Do you have it on camera?”