Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 125

The doctor asked, “Does the inside of your ear hurt?”

Zhan Hang replied, “Not really. I just can’t hear very well.”

“Let’s observe for a while longer.” After a quick examination, the doctor lowered his head to record the data, then turned to Zhao Kaile and instructed, “Watch his diet. He needs to replenish his blood. For the next few days, stick to foods that are easy to digest.”

Zhao Kaile carefully memorized every word, nodding along with “yes, yes” and respectfully escorted the doctor out the door.

The room fell silent once again.

Zhao Kaile’s face still bore traces of tears. When he returned, he poured some water and placed it by the bedside, then lowered his head to pull out his phone and order a blood replenishing meal set for him. But from start to finish, he didn’t utter a single word.

Zhan Hang put on a weak expression and said, “Are you really not talking to me anymore? I don’t have any strength. I can’t even lift the cup.”

Zhao Kaile had no choice but to go over and help raise the head of the bed a little, then carefully held the cup to his lips.

Zhan Hang slowly drank a bit, staring straight at him the whole time, as if trying to read some hidden message from his expression. Zhao Kaile’s scalp went numb from being stared at, and he couldn’t help but ask, “What are you looking at?”

“Looking at my wife,” Zhan Hang said with complete innocence in his eyes. “Am I not allowed to look?”

Zhao Kaile was speechless. “Can you at least act like a patient?”

“I really don’t have any strength left…” Zhan Hang leaned bonelessly against his shoulder, weakly saying, “Everything hurts…”

Zhao Kaile was completely out of options. His face twisted up as he put the cup back, letting Zhan Hang lean against him. He rather clumsily wrapped his arm around his shoulder, frowning and speaking in a stiff tone, “Now you know it hurts. What were you thinking back then? When you were lecturing me, you had all the right words. When something happens, everyone goes their own way and nobody talks to anyone else. Wasn’t that all your own doing? Why did you rush in like that… Do you know how heartbroken Auntie cried? She almost fainted when she heard the news. You don’t value your own life at all. Who do you think you’re doing right by…”

Zhan Hang had originally been putting on an act, obediently taking the scolding, thinking it was pretty funny how Zhao Kaile was imitating his own tone. But seeing his expression grow more and more aggrieved the more he criticized him, he couldn’t laugh anymore and hurriedly said, “I was wrong, I was wrong, really wrong… Let’s set new ground rules, okay? You set the conditions. Whatever you say goes.”

Zhao Kaile frowned and was silent for a moment, then said seriously, “From now on, you use stunt doubles for all dangerous scenes.”

Zhan Hang: “…”

Zhao Kaile asked fiercely, “Is that not okay?”

Zhan Hang smiled. “Okay, of course it’s okay.”

“This is rule number one, and the most important one. The rest, I’ll think of later.” Zhao Kaile unilaterally announced, “Effective immediately.”

Zhan Hang nodded along, thinking to himself that he could just fudge it when the time came. When it really came down to the crucial moment, who would still be thinking about these things?

Because Zhan Hang’s attitude of admitting fault was sincere and his behavior was good during this short while, Zhao Kaile finally wasn’t so angry anymore. He chattered on about things that had happened while Zhan Hang was unconscious: who cried, who panicked, who came to visit him, who left at what time, and so on.

Zhan Hang quietly listened for a while, then remembered something and asked, “The news didn’t get suppressed? What’s the online reaction?”

Zhao Kaile said with a deadpan expression, “The marketing accounts say you’re dead.”

Having seen so much of this weird stuff, he was pretty much immune to it by now. Seeing such outrageous rumors didn’t even surprise him that much anymore.

“…” Zhan Hang asked, “Did Bai Li handle it?”

Zhao Kaile said, “Sister Li took over your Weibo account. I just sent messages to her and Sister Jiayin. They told you to rest easy for a couple of days and recover before talking about these things, so you don’t strain yourself.”

Zhan Hang: “What about Mo Xin? How is she now?”

“Her?” Zhao Kaile felt a pang of bitterness just thinking about it, and said indignantly, “Anyway, she’s not as badly hurt as you. When they rescued her, she was still conscious… She’s doing just fine. She didn’t even come to see her lifesaver. Is this really a case of crossing the river and burning the bridge, killing the dog after the rabbit is dead, hiding the bow after the birds are gone?”

He sure has a way with words…

Zhan Hang said with amusement, “It’s normal that she didn’t come see me. The tighter this news is kept under wraps, the better.”

Zhao Kaile made an “oh” sound. His phone rang. It was the delivery driver.

Zhan Hang clung to him, showing no intention of moving.

Zhao Kaile answered the phone and said to the other person, “Yes, yes, third floor…”

Zhan Hang reached out and pinched his cheek.

“Stop playing around!” Zhao Kaile exploded, then apologized to the delivery driver on the other end of the phone, “No, no, I wasn’t talking about you. I’ll go to the door right now.”

Zhan Hang had no choice but to reluctantly move away, cooperatively leaning back against the headboard. Zhao Kaile came back with the takeout, unpacked it, and began feeding the patient.

This was the warm yet bizarre scene that Feng Biqin returned to see. Her son, who had always been strong willed and considered himself above others, was covered in bandages on his head, wearing an obedient expression, leaning against the headboard with his mouth open, expectantly waiting for Zhao Kaile to bring a spoonful of cooled food to his lips.

Ever since Zhan Hang stopped wetting the bed, she hadn’t seen her son with this kind of expression very often. So she immediately pulled out her phone from her pocket, aimed the camera at Zhan Hang’s face, and snapped a few photos.

Zhan Hang: “…”

Zhao Kaile turned around in shock. “Auntie.”

“I’m back.” Feng Biqin put away her phone, beaming with joy as she walked over. “Oh my, I told you so. Our little Hang is as strong as an ox. A little blood loss is nothing. Look, he woke up so quickly…”

Zhan Hang said with a dark expression, “Delete the photos.”

Feng Biqin pretended not to hear, teasing Zhao Kaile, “Look how worried you got. Auntie was right, wasn’t she? He’s got a tough life.”

Zhao Kaile smiled shyly. Seeing that her son was awake, Feng Biqin was in a great mood and squeezed over, saying, “Come, come, let Auntie do it. How could I let you do these things?”

When Zhan Hang saw this, he nearly bounced right up, desperately giving Zhao Kaile meaningful looks. But Zhao Kaile was entirely focused on trying to get mother and son to reconcile as quickly as possible. Without a second thought, he handed over the bowl and spoon to her, then sat to the side to deal with the messages on his phone. He had been in a daze for nearly a day and night, and the messages on his WeChat were about to explode. Everyone he knew and didn’t know was asking him what exactly was going on with Zhan Hang.

Feng Biqin fed Zhan Hang while chattering, “When you applied to film school, didn’t your mother already tell you? In this industry, whether you do well or poorly doesn’t matter. What matters is taking care of yourself and staying healthy. You’re still young now, so you recover quickly. Wait until you’re forty or fifty and go through something like this again. Let’s see how you pull through.”

Zhan Hang said with a deadpan expression, “…Is this how you curse your own son?”

Feng Biqin glared at him, then lowered her voice, “Hurry up and tell Kaile to go back and rest. He spent the whole night dozing off by your bedside. How could he have slept well? I couldn’t persuade him to leave no matter how hard I tried.”

Zhan Hang chewed a few mouthfuls of food, mumbling, “Can’t persuade him. His say carries more weight than mine now…”

Feng Biqin clicked her tongue, quite disapproving of her son’s attitude, rather worried that he would be pushed around by Zhao Kaile both in public and in private. So she asked an even quieter question.

Zhan Hang nearly sprayed out his food when he heard it, and said speechlessly, “What kind of nonsense is that? Can you spend less time online?”

“Fine, fine, fine, I won’t ask anymore. Eat more. Tomorrow Mom will go to the small kitchen and make you something more nourishing.” Feng Biqin laughed as she coaxed him, “Come on, open wide…”

A vein bulged on Zhan Hang’s forehead. He reluctantly opened his mouth. In the end, he remembered something and warned again, “You absolutely have to delete those photos.”

“I got it.” Feng Biqin complained, “So stingy. I don’t know who you take after.”

Zhan Hang: “…”

Fortunately, Zhao Kaile was so overwhelmed with replying to messages that he had no extra attention to spare to eavesdrop on the mother and son’s whispered conversation. He was simply focused on analyzing messages, judging their value, and then selectively replying.

Zhan Hang naturally had no extra energy to reply to messages himself, so a large group of people who couldn’t get answers all flooded to Zhao Kaile instead. He replied immediately to friends like Zhang Wenqian, Song Yiming, and Yu Zhengfeng. As for the remaining unknown media outlets who came to fish for information, he simply pretended not to see them.

Nowadays, the only young male actor whose popularity could be compared to Zhan Hang’s was someone like Zhao Jingran. The production team had no choice but to pay a hefty sum to invite Zhao Jingran, so the online rumors spread even more wildly. The big marketing accounts would make up anything for traffic, even coming up with fantastical news like Zhao Jingran taking out Zhan Hang to snatch his resources. One thing that made Zhao Kaile feel slightly relieved was that although Mo Xin herself hadn’t come to visit, she had sent words of comfort to Zhan Hang online and had someone deliver a gift. Of course, it was impossible for her to actively expose online that Zhan Hang got injured saving her, because once that news broke, she would definitely be drowned in the spit of Zhan Hang’s fans.

Two days later, under the careful care of Zhao Kaile and Feng Biqin, Zhan Hang’s complexion looked much better.

When Zhou Jiyang came to visit him, he was already able to sit up and eat and drink with ease. The only thing that looked slightly comical was the few rounds of bandages still wrapped around his head. Zhao Kaile was peeling an apple for Zhan Hang. When he saw Zhou Jiyang arrive, he conveniently peeled an extra one.

“Godmother.” Zhou Jiyang greeted Feng Biqin with a smile and hugged her. The two exchanged a few pleasantries, then sat down to chat.

The Zhou family had also invested a small share in this drama, so he brought some news when he came.

“It’s confirmed that Zhao Jingran is joining the cast. You just focus on recovering.” Zhou Jiyang ate his apple with a casual air, saying, “Mo Xin’s fall wasn’t an accident either. Someone around her wanted to get her, and you got caught in the crossfire.”

Zhao Kaile asked, “Who?”

Zhou Jiyang gave him a meaningful smile. Zhan Hang said with amusement, “Why are you asking? You want to help me get revenge?”

Zhao Kaile: “…”

Zhou Jiyang teased, “Having a family is different. You know what, if something really did happen to you, Kaile rushing over to personally take out your enemy isn’t impossible.”

Zhao Kaile: “………..”

Feng Biqin frowned and said, “Tsk tsk tsk, stop saying such unlucky things. If you’re going to talk about work, then talk about work properly. Stop making fun of Kaile.”

Seeing this, Zhou Jiyang finally understood the current family pecking order. He hurriedly apologized with a smile, pressing his palms together in a gesture of apology, indicating he wouldn’t dare do it again.