Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 3

Zhan Hang returned from his social engagement, his expression still extremely foul.

Lu Jiayin greeted him with a smile, “Brother Hang, I’ve safely delivered the person to you, so I’ll be leaving now.”

Zhan Hang made a sound of acknowledgment. Thus Lu Jiayin swept away like a whirlwind, leaving only him and Zhao Kaile in the room.

“Bro… Brother Hang.” Zhao Kaile carefully set down the cat and cautiously observed Zhan Hang’s expression.

This semi popular third tier male star stood at the doorway with an arrogant expression, every casual movement seeming like a performance for the camera. His sunglasses were tucked into his chest pocket, his handsome eyebrows thick and dark, his eyes extremely deep set, his body proportions excellent. The thin gray black suit shirt outlined his smooth muscle lines perfectly.

Zhao Kaile’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to the sunglasses again, thinking to himself that these might actually be his true body.

Zhan Hang asked, “What was your name again?”

“I, my name is Zhao Kaile!” Zhao Kaile immediately stood at attention and asked seriously, “Brother Hang, what are your instructions?”

The corner of Zhan Hang’s mouth twitched.

Zhao Kaile looked at him nervously, then lowered his head to examine his own clothes.

Zhan Hang said with disgust, “What are you wearing? Change into something else.”

Zhao Kaile stood at attention again, “Yes!”

“…” Zhan Hang pointed at the two little ones in the room with his finger, “Remember, in this house they come first, I come second. After feeding them, go clean yourself up, then come back to play with them.”

Zhao Kaile smiled and nodded, watching Zhan Hang leave, his smile freezing on his face.

Good heavens, so this job isn’t just being a nanny for a person but also being a nanny for cats. So did the previous assistant leave because they couldn’t endure this humiliation?

But this place pays ten thousand a month. If an utterly ordinary fresh graduate like him started from the very bottom elsewhere, how many years would it take to reach a monthly salary of ten thousand?

Thinking of this, Zhao Kaile increasingly felt that the previous assistant was somewhat ungrateful.

After feeding the cat masters, he was preparing to return to his room to pack clothes and clean himself up when Zhan Hang’s “hey” sounded from above. Zhao Kaile poked his head out at the stairwell to see where he was, and several articles of clothing descended from the sky, piling onto his face.

“…” Zhao Kaile said expressionlessly, “Thank you.”

Zhan Hang did not respond. His footsteps gradually faded, a door closed, he had returned to his room. Zhao Kaile let out a long breath, carrying the clothes back to his own room. This pile of clothes was very new, the tags were still on, and there was no strange odor. Presumably the male star truly couldn’t stand his country bumpkin appearance and poor look, so he had casually grabbed a few items from his wardrobe that he didn’t want to wear anymore.

Zhao Kaile had extremely strong resilience against blows, and did not feel that this action had harmed his dignity. He ran a bath and soaked in the tub, tilting his head back to review this entire day of anxiety and fear, sorrowfully singing Karen Mok’s bath song.

“Don’t take it too seriously, soak in the bath, sing a world shaking sad song, casually sing until you’re very happy!”

Zhan Hang in the third floor bathroom could faintly hear his tragically terrible singing, his face full of anger. He spoke to wake the smart speaker and played a rock song.

In the entire house, only KIKI and TITI’s room had the best sound insulation. Zhao Kaile was immediately intimidated by this music and wisely shut his mouth.

At ten in the evening, Zhan Hang finished bathing and began applying a face mask. Zhao Kaile finished coaxing the cats, checked Zhan Hang’s schedule for the next day in the itinerary that Lu Jiayin had sent over, packed the necessary items to bring, then opened his document to prepare writing some stored drafts.

Yes, that’s right, he had another special identity — web novel writer.

Zhao Kaile had signed with a major male oriented fiction website as early as his sophomore year, and had been writing for two or three years now. His writing had always been lukewarm in popularity, but he had accumulated quite a few die hard fans over the years. At his highest earning point, he made five to six thousand a month, but never more than that.

He was genuinely a bit excited today, and hadn’t been in a writing state for a long time. So he tapped at the keyboard and calculated: room and board included, if he did nothing else for a month he could save ten thousand, royalties would be at least three to four thousand a month, let’s say three thousand five hundred. I only need to work seven or eight years and then I can…

His excited heart stopped beating. Zhao Kaile suddenly couldn’t smile anymore.

Seven or eight years.

Seven or eight years!!!

During this time the interest will keep compounding!

Zhao Kaiming… you truly are a beast! Where the hell did you spend that five hundred thousand!!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could go to the police station right now to report a missing person.

Just as he was forcibly suppressing his surging emotions while typing, the bedside speaker in his room suddenly emitted a male voice, “Zhao… that whatever.”

Zhao Kaile was startled, and let out a puzzled “huh.”

Zhan Hang continued, “Come to my room.” After saying this there was no response. Zhao Kaile asked again before realizing that this speaker was merely one way notification, not two way communication.

Damn.

Zhao Kaile carefully saved his current document, quickly went to Zhan Hang’s room, and reached out to push the door.

Zhan Hang frowned, his tone full of blame, “Why didn’t you knock before entering?”

“…” Zhao Kaile retreated back out, cursing in his heart, wasn’t it you who told me to come, big brother, then reached out to knock politely.

Zhan Hang said, “Enter.”

“Brother Hang, what are your instructions?” Zhao Kaile asked with a smile.

Zhan Hang lay prone on the bed, his bathrobe cast aside, exposing his entire wheat colored, muscular back. He pointed at a pile of bottles and jars on the bedside, “Rub.”

Zhao Kaile was utterly at a loss, bracing himself as he looked for a long time at the skincare products covered in Japanese, Korean, and English writing, and asked, “Sorry Brother Hang, it’s my first time and I don’t really understand. Which one do I apply first and which one after?”

Zhan Hang asked displeased, “Didn’t Lu Jiayin teach you?”

Zhao Kaile was on the verge of tears, crying for help in his heart.

“Ask now.” Zhan Hang turned his head to stare at him, fully expressing a ferocious meaning of I am deliberately messing with you today, “I don’t have time to wait for you to learn slowly.”

Although the air conditioning in the room was running very strong, Zhao Kaile still felt sweat constantly breaking out on his forehead. With trembling hands he sent a message to Lu Jiayin.

Damn damn, he isn’t even wearing underwear, isn’t he embarrassed… Sister Jiayin please reply to my text quickly aaaaah… won’t he catch a cold lying like this… does he do this to every assistant or just me?? Is it because I didn’t go up to ask for his autograph today?? He’s handsome enough but this pettiness is way too much!

Fortunately, Lu Jiayin replied very quickly. She circled two bottles in red in the photo Zhao Kaile sent, with attached text: Brother Hang has dry skin, you need to help him with skin moisturizing every day, sorry I forgot to tell you ^_^ Didn’t get you scolded, did I?

Zhao Kaile: T.T Thank you, I’m fine.

He recalled the steps from advertisements of female celebrities and internet influencers applying skincare, squeezed some into his palm, warmed it up, and gently pushed it onto Zhan Hang’s back.

Zhan Hang had nearly fallen asleep waiting, and when suddenly touched like this, he inexplicably wanted to hum, “Ahem… haven’t eaten? With this little strength, can it even be effective?”

Zhao Kaile forced a smile and said, “Yes.” While his mind floated past countless garbled characters that could not be written out.

He slightly increased his strength. Zhan Hang finally settled down. The fragrance of body lotion mixed with the scent of shower gel from both their bodies slowly dispersed in the air, making him drowsy. Thus the simple application work turned into massage therapy. Zhao Kaile pushed for about ten minutes until his hands were truly sore. Seeing that he had no movement, he finally let out a long breath and withdrew his hand. Zhan Hang suddenly opened his eyes.

“…” Zhao Kaile hurriedly put his hand back and continued the previous motion.

Zhan Hang said, “That’s enough.”

Zhao Kaile felt as if granted a great pardon, and hurriedly said, “Ah ah? Then I’ll go out first, goodnight Brother Hang.”

“Who said you could leave?” Zhan Hang rolled over, elegantly pulling a towel blanket to cover his body, and said lazily, “Phone browser bookmarks, open the first link, read aloud.”

His movements were unhurried. Zhao Kaile accidentally saw everything, silently exclaiming in his heart about the size, then obediently opened the bookmark page Zhan Hang mentioned as instructed. It was Chapter 192 of a novel.

He still wants a bedtime story?? Can’t he use AI voice??

“Lin Tiancheng was grief stricken, wishing he could immediately follow Ning Xian’er to that extremely cold and yin place. Master Jingxuan completely…” Zhao Kaile’s eyes grew wider as he read, “???”

Zhan Hang: “?”

Zhao Kaile’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

What the hell, isn’t this the novel he’s currently serializing?!

The male star is actually following his serialized work???

Zhan Hang said impatiently, “Skip over characters you don’t recognize.”

Zhao Kaile: “…Master Jingxuan completely lacked sympathy for this man before him who was streaming tears and snot, in an utterly wretched state. Instead, he became increasingly cold and sarcastic, sneering as he said, ‘Lin Tiancheng, what are you pretending to be deeply affectionate for now? Wasn’t it you who pushed her out just now?'”

Zhan Hang was somewhat dissatisfied, “Can you read with more emotion?”

Zhao Kaile read with great passion, “‘Jingxuan! You shameless scoundrel!’ Lin Tiancheng roared, ‘I will make you die a terrible death!’ Jingxuan seemed to greatly appreciate his expression of extreme rage yet helplessness, laughing heartily, ‘With your pathetic appearance?'”

Zhan Hang held his forehead, “Forget it.”

Zhao Kaile shut his mouth, looking at him with a complicated gaze.

Zhan Hang said again, “Tip ten cat cans.”

Zhao Kaile nearly fainted upon hearing this.

My god! So the person who had been ranked first on his reader leaderboard all year was actually this pretentious jerk right before his eyes!

Under the male star’s instructions, he appeared calm on the surface but his hands trembled as he entered his payment password. Because he was too nervous, he entered it three times before successfully tipping ten cat cans, which is exactly one thousand yuan, to his own author account.

“Get out.” Zhan Hang said, “Turn off the lights, I’m going to sleep.”

Zhao Kaile nodded repeatedly, exiting the room without any temper at all.

Before closing the door, Zhan Hang issued a meaningful warning, “Don’t make strange noises again in the future, understood?”

Zhao Kaile, “Yes, yes.”

Zhan Hang, “Scram.”