Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 6

Quickly putting on clothes and pants and finishing washing up, Zhao Kaile rushed to the cat room in a whirlwind. Opening the door, he saw a scene of peaceful years and quiet days. Zhan Hang was holding TITI and speaking to her in a gentle tone, even a little cutesy.

………

Zhao Kaile bowed deeply and said loudly: “Sorry!!!”

“I don’t want to hear those three words again, and I don’t want to see an assistant who wakes up later than me.” Zhan Hang resumed his noble and coldly gorgeous expression, stroking the cat’s back like a noblewoman, saying elegantly and lazily: “Not to be taken as a precedent.”

Zhao Kaile broke out in cold sweat and nodded repeatedly. Agilely and swiftly, he carried out a series of activities including scooping poop, combing fur, feeding food, and playing with the cat. Zhan Hang watched for a while and then went out. After finishing, Zhao Kaile hurriedly chased out. Zhan Hang was sitting on the sofa in the hall watching the news broadcast with an expressionless face, with no intention of acknowledging him.

“Brother Hang……..” Zhao Kaile clasped his hands and asked carefully: “You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, right?”

Zhan Hang made a shushing gesture, clearly not wanting to speak. Zhao Kaile had no choice but to leave on his own and go to the kitchen to fiddle with ingredients. He checked on his phone what to eat for breakfast that would be more appetizing, squatted and researched for a long time, and finally cooked a simple pot of mung bean soup.

Thinking back and forth, Brother Hang likes sweet things, and on a summer morning, mung bean soup is the most suitable. Tomorrow I’ll try cooking white fungus soup………

Zhao Kaile silently listed plans in his phone notepad. Zhan Hang’s voice suddenly sounded outside: “Where is the person?”

“Ah, Brother Hang, I’m here!” Zhao Kaile hurriedly stuck his head out: “What’s wrong, Brother Hang?”

Zhan Hang said: “Coffee.”

Zhao Kaile hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said: “Brother Hang, drinking coffee on an empty stomach isn’t good. How about some mung bean soup?”

Zhan Hang looked at him faintly.

Zhao Kaile: “……..” What nerve, why did you take the initiative on your own!

However, things were somewhat unexpected. Zhan Hang said: “Bring it.”

Zhao Kaile was stunned, then hurriedly went to serve a bowl for him. Zhan Hang indicated for him to place it in front of him. Zhao Kaile bent down to set it down, then asked one more thing: “It’s a bit hot, Brother Hang. Should I blow on it to cool it down and feed you?”

“……..” Zhan Hang said: “Do I look like someone who lacks self care ability in this regard?”

Zhao Kaile smiled awkwardly, breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to the kitchen. He casually ate two mouthfuls himself, smacked his lips and thought the taste was okay, and gave the mung bean soup a check mark in his notepad.

Before lunch, the housekeeper auntie arrived. Zhao Kaile saw that Zhan Hang had no intention of ordering him around, so he followed behind the auntie with great interest to watch. Fortunately, the auntie was also chatty. When the conversation got going, the two even added each other on WeChat, making it convenient for Zhao Kaile to ask questions about cooking.

Zhan Hang found it hard to understand how he could go from the vegetables in her hand to her child at home to future plans within a single hour. While eating, he would occasionally look at Zhao Kaile with strange eyes. Zhao Kaile, meanwhile, sat obediently to one side, studying the various recipe links the auntie sent over like an old monk entering meditation.

Not long after finishing lunch, Bai Li called again, saying she would come pick him up for afternoon tea in a while.

Zhan Hang stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, one hand on his hip, his tone carrying some irritation: “Can’t you push it back? I want to rest.”

Bai Li comforted: “Zhan Hang, it’s still that same Director Zhang Zheng from last time. His schedule is also very tight. It was hard to get this appointment. Don’t throw a tantrum, be good.”

Zhan Hang said coldly: “Isn’t it just a wuxia film? What’s so great about it? Whoever the hell wants to film it can film it.”

“Look at you, saying such childish things again.” Bai Li smiled unconcernedly, saying gently: “Is Zhao Kaile nearby? Give him the phone.”

Zhan Hang hung up the phone without a word, refusing to cooperate.

Bai Li called Zhao Kaile’s phone again. Zhao Kaile answered, puzzled, with a “hello.”

“Kaile.” Bai Li said: “At two thirty I will arrive at the entrance. You are responsible for getting Zhan Hang changed and his hair taken care of, and sending him out on time. If you can’t do it, pack up your things and leave yourself.” This was the first time she had directly issued an order to Zhao Kaile. He listened with his hair standing on end, feeling as if a thunderclap had struck on a clear day. He immediately straightened his back and replied: “Yes, Sister Li!”

However, the moment the call ended he cowered, because Zhan Hang was standing before him looking down from above, his expression extremely fierce.

Zhan Hang asked angrily: “Yes what?! What did I tell you before?! Who do you listen to?!”

Zhao Kaile sweated like rain, answering loudly: “I listen to you! Brother Hang! In life I am your person, in death I am your soul!”

Zhan Hang: “……..”

Originally according to his设想, Zhao Kaile should have earnestly persuaded him for a couple of sentences, then he could have seized on the topic to scold him. How did this kid sway like a reed in the wind, falling over with the slightest breeze??

Zhao Kaile thought for a moment, then said: “Brother Hang, the content of my work revolves around you as the center. But if you don’t go today, I probably won’t be able to serve you in the future.”

He finished speaking pitifully, then bowed.

Zhan Hang was speechless, thinking to himself that Bai Li, this female demon, really knew how to manipulate others.

Zhao Kaile was devastated.

Indeed, ten thousand a month, how could it be that easy? He had really been too naive.

He sighed in his heart, but his face still carried that naturally somewhat fawning smile. He nodded at Zhan Hang, turned around and wanted to go upstairs to pack his own things.

“Stop.” Zhan Hang said speechlessly: “You are my assistant. She can’t just fire you whenever she wants. What are you crying for?”

Zhao Kaile: “????”

He touched his own face; it seemed there really was a bit of moisture.

“Come help me pick clothes.” Zhan Hang didn’t look at him more, and went upstairs on his own.

Zhao Kaile’s mood was like riding a roller coaster. The feeling of surviving a disaster made his steps a bit unsteady as he walked. He followed blankly to Zhan Hang’s room and blankly began to pick clothes for him.

“You know why I don’t want to go. That Zhang doesn’t take me seriously at all. If I go, I’ll just be accompanying drinks and pretending to be his grandson. Damn it, what bullshit afternoon tea.” Zhan Hang sat to one side speaking from above again: “I’m only going because I pity you. Even if I don’t go, she can’t do anything to me. But you won’t have it easy in the future…….. What kind of thing did you pick? Can you go out dressed like this??”

Zhao Kaile hurriedly bowed: “Sorry sorry sorry.”

Zhan Hang said angrily: “I don’t want to hear those three words!”

Zhao Kaile was nearly collapsing, weeping as he picked out clothes and put on sunglasses under his boss’s whip. Through a thousand difficulties and dangers, he barely succeeded in sending Zhan Hang to the entrance.

A black SUV drove up. Bai Li rolled down the window and said with a beaming smile: “Kaile, well done.”

Zhao Kaile completely couldn’t handle praise, saying somewhat blushingly: “You overpraise me!”

Zhan Hang frowned, raised his hand and slapped the back of his head. Zhao Kaile immediately sobered up, opened the door for him, watched him get in the car, then followed and climbed in himself.

Bai Li was driving personally. Before starting, she gave Zhao Kaile one more look, keenly noticing something: “Why are you crying? Were you scolded?”

Zhan Hang supported his chin without making a sound, coldly watching out the window.

Zhao Kaile hurriedly said: “No no, I bumped into a door. It hurt.”

The two of them simultaneously cursed in their hearts that you yourself don’t know what’s going on, yet you’re here pretending.

Bai Li didn’t ask further, smiled shallowly and looked ahead. From head to toe she revealed competence everywhere, looking every inch a cold and ruthless iron fisted strong woman, fully living up to her reputation in the circle as a female demon.

After several days, Zhao Kaile discovered that Zhan Hang was truly an outstanding actor, because he could switch emotions freely. For example, at this moment, the moment before entering the door he still had a foul expression, but the second he saw Zhang Zheng he became all smiles, and no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

“Director Zhang, we meet again.” Zhan Hang smiled and took off his sunglasses, slightly bending to give a perfect humble arc, extending his hand toward that middle aged and overweight director: “Last time I didn’t let you enjoy yourself to the fullest. Today I came specially to make amends.”

Zhao Kaile watched in awe, not daring to breathe loudly as he followed and sat in the corner, thinking to himself how impressive, how impressive, who was it just now at home cursing Zhang Zheng for having no mother?

Bai Li chuckled, had the server begin serving dishes, and didn’t take the initiative to bring up the film matter. Instead, she insincerely pulled up household small talk. Zhan Hang cooperated by pouring wine and picking food for him, while praising how explosive the box office of his latest released film was and how good the word of mouth was, blowing until Zhang Zheng was all smiles and so happy he forgot about home.

Eating into the latter half, Zhao Kaile was still confused, thinking to himself shouldn’t afternoon tea be things like black tea and desserts? How did they go straight to drinking?

Zhang Zheng finally loosened up, proactively speaking to Bai Li about the casting matters for the male lead of his new film. Zhan Hang, however, said he wanted to go to the bathroom. Bai Li looked at him helplessly, let him go, and Zhao Kaile hurriedly followed.

In the bathroom, Zhan Hang dry heaved over the toilet for a while, then came out to wash his face and rinse his mouth listlessly.

Zhao Kaile asked somewhat worriedly: “Brother Hang, is your stomach very uncomfortable? I’ll go buy you some stomach medicine.”

“No need.” Zhan Hang looked at himself in the mirror, inexplicably somewhat deflated: “It’s not necessary.”

Water droplets had wet his hair and eyelashes, making them appear even darker. His already deep set features now had an alternative decadent handsome feeling.

Zhao Kaile felt heartache on his behalf, silently passing over some tissues.

Zhan Hang looked at his expression and knew at a glance what he was thinking. While wiping his face, he said disdainfully: “I don’t need your pity yet.”

Zhao Kaile thought for a moment, then said with a sincere expression: “I don’t pity you, Brother Hang. I admire you very much.”

Zhan Hang couldn’t speak to this young and passionate fresh graduate. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, indicating he could go out.

However, his stomach truly felt awful. Zhan Hang hadn’t walked two steps before he had to stop to catch his breath. Zhao Kaile turned back and saw his cracking expression, his sympathy overflowing, and couldn’t help reaching out to help him rub his stomach, saying: “Offending you!”

Zhan Hang: “……..”

He very much disliked being touched without his permission, but Zhao Kaile’s rubs were indeed somewhat useful. His stomach warmed slightly, and sure enough, it felt much better.

Zhao Kaile carefully glanced at him, his eyes carrying a somewhat expectant meaning.

Zhan Hang somewhat wanted to laugh, but on the surface only made a sound of acknowledgment, saying: “A bit better.”

The affirmative answer made Zhao Kaile’s eyes sparkle, shining so brightly that Zhan Hang couldn’t look directly at him. He had to speak to stop him: “Enough enough, let’s go.”