Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 64

With the New Year approaching, the housekeepers were no longer coming daily, so Zhao Kaile had to do the housework himself.

By evening, he didn’t even eat at the same table as Zhan Hang. He only came over slowly to clear the table after the other had finished.

Zhan Hang stretched his body a few times, crumpled a napkin into a ball, and made a shooting motion. The paper ball whooshed through the air and hit Zhao Kaile squarely on the back of the head. Zhao Kaile instantly bristled, picked up the paper ball and tried to throw it back, but his throw was weak and the crumpled napkin just fell limply to the floor, completely harmless.

“…”

Zhan Hang couldn’t stop laughing: “Really not talking to me? Young in age, but quite the temper.”

Zhao Kaile turned back with a blank expression and continued collecting the dishes.

Zhan Hang resigned himself to the situation, nodded, bent down to pick up the paper ball, casually tossed it into the trash can, then sat lazily on the sofa with a long sigh. He deliberately put on a troubled expression: “Ah… I don’t know who to give these two tickets to. Who would go to Zhang Wenqian’s concert during the New Year?”

Zhao Kaile’s ears twitched, but his body stubbornly remained frozen in place, unmoving.

Zhan Hang propped his chin, saying with distress: “The sixth day of the New Year, just a day or two away… Maybe I should just give them to someone else.”

At the dining table, Zhao Kaile’s mind was in a fierce internal struggle, two voices going back and forth in heated debate. But his love for his goddess was too strong, and in the end he couldn’t resist the temptation of the tickets and surrendered.

“You, how do you have tickets to her concert?” Zhao Kaile’s fingers traced across the table as he asked in a small voice.

Zhan Hang dug at his ear and showed no reaction.

Zhao Kaile turned back: “Hey!”

Zhan Hang glanced at him with a face full of “Oh, were you talking to me?”

Zhao Kaile: “…”

Zhan Hang almost broke his composure seeing that expression, barely holding back, and said coolly: “Of course she gave them to me, asking me to come support her. With our friendship, two tickets is perfectly normal.”

Actually, Zhang Wenqian had sent two tickets specifically with one meant for Zhao Kaile, but now Zhan Hang was conveniently using them as leverage.

Zhao Kaile said dryly: “If you don’t want to go… you could give them to me.”

“You really want them, don’t you?” Zhan Hang crossed his arms, squinting slightly as he sized him up.

Zhao Kaile said righteously: “I really do want them.”

“Quite bold, aren’t you.” Zhan Hang said: “Now you know to acknowledge me?”

Zhao Kaile held a handful of chopsticks, still angry: “You were the one who went back on your word first!”

Zhan Hang pulled two tickets from his pocket, held them between two fingers, and waved them lightly at him.

Seeing this, Zhao Kaile wasn’t so angry anymore. He said calmly: “But if you’re willing to exchange the tickets, I’ll act as if this never happened.”

Zhan Hang tilted his head slightly, indicating he should come get them himself. Zhao Kaile’s eyes widened slightly, as if surprised he would be so easygoing, then put down the chopsticks and wiped his hands on his apron. But when his fingers pinched the tickets, Zhan Hang didn’t let go.

Zhao Kaile: “…Are you going back on your word?”

Zhan Hang shook his head and said slowly: “When someone gives you a gift, shouldn’t you say something?”

Zhao Kaile said reluctantly: “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” Zhan Hang replied politely, then let go, settling back comfortably on the sofa.

Zhao Kaile got the tickets and sat to one side in high spirits, bowing his head to carefully note the time, location, and seat number. He discovered the seats were actually quite good, very close to the front, basically VIP treatment. Joy spread across his face, all his anger completely gone. He thought to himself, this is really nice, being an assistant to a male celebrity is really nice. When there’s nothing to do, you can visit your goddess on set, watch your goddess’s concert, even get closer to your goddess in your dreams, hehehe.

Zhan Hang observed his expression out of the corner of his eye, couldn’t help but curl the corner of his mouth, then masked it by standing up to adjust his coat and going to the treadmill to exercise.

Zhang Wenqian was a singer and dancer idol by origin. Although her acting was mediocre, her professional skills were strong and she was very serious when filming, recognized within the industry. Thus she was a rare young rising flower in the idol-turned-actor category who was quite favored by the big shots.

On the day of the concert, the five thousand seat venue was packed to capacity. Zhao Kaile had originally been worried that Zhan Hang sitting in such a prominent position would be recognized by people, and then the crowd would get excited and everyone would scream and push around and start fighting in the audience, which would be disastrous.

Zhan Hang said disdainfully: “What are you thinking? There are security guards. There aren’t that many brainless fans.”

Zhao Kaile was still not reassured: “How about wearing a wig and pretending to be a girl? Even if there are no brainless fans, what about anti-fans? And hold an egg or a potato or something in your hand.”

Zhan Hang: “…”

Of course, this suggestion was not adopted by Zhan Hang. He still wore his usual casual winter clothes and walked arrogantly through the crowd.

Before the concert started, Zhan Hang took Zhao Kaile backstage to cheer Zhang Wenqian on.

For her opening performance, Zhang Wenqian was going to wear a Christmas-themed off-shoulder red mini dress. Her light brown hair, slightly curled at the ends, was draped lazily over her shoulders, and a large bow was tilted on top of her head. Her entire body radiated a sweet and adorable aura.

Zhao Kaile was captivated at first sight, standing in place holding his heart in admiration.

“Why did you two come?” Zhang Wenqian saw them in the makeup mirror and said in surprise: “Can’t find your seats?”

Zhan Hang was already quite familiar with Zhang Wenqian’s team, so he sat down on his own to one side: “No, this kid was making a fuss about coming to see you, so I had to bring him first.”

Zhao Kaile looked at him in shock: “…I didn’t!”

Zhang Wenqian applied her lipstick and smiled: “Kaile, when can I read your new work? I see you haven’t written in a long time.”

“It will be very soon.” Zhao Kaile was so nervous from her talking to him that his mouth went dry: “I I I…”

Zhan Hang propped his chin, looking teasing: “A great writer, what are you being shy about?”

Zhao Kaile: “…”

The other people in the room also looked at him curiously. One gossip asked: “A screenwriter? New to the industry?”

Another person joked: “Brother Hang, you even bring your own screenwriter?”

“Little handsome guy is quite impressive, what works do you have?”

Several people chattered all at once. Zhao Kaile was scrutinized by so many gazes and became even more speechless. For a moment he regretted coming here with Zhan Hang, and could only keep shifting behind him. “Not a screenwriter, hehehe.” He gave everyone a fake smile, saying with a desire for death: “I’m Brother Hang’s assistant, it’s just an amateur hobby, hehehe.”

“Everyone’s just teasing you… Alright, enough about him. How are your preparations?” Zhan Hang ended the topic and asked Zhang Wenqian: “Just came out of the filming crew, and now you have to do two consecutive concerts.”

Zhang Wenqian didn’t show any sign of fatigue, only giving an OK gesture: “Fine.”

Zhao Kaile asked worriedly: “It’s very cold outside. Are all your outfits today so revealing?”

“It’s fine.” Zhang Wenqian bent her arm in a strongman pose: “Singing and dancing, I’ll warm up soon. I’m not afraid of cold.” After saying this she laughed boldly herself, completely not treating Zhao Kaile as an outsider. Several makeup assistants immediately giggled.

Zhao Kaile’s face was a picture of windblown chaos.

Zhan Hang showed sympathy and said sincerely: “Don’t doubt it, this is your goddess’s true face.”

Zhang Wenqian’s female assistant brought water for the two of them. They chatted among themselves for a while longer, then the executive manager came over with a stack of flow sheets, knocked on the door, and looked surprised to see Zhan Hang. After greeting him, he urged everyone: “Ten minutes left. Wenqian, protect your voice, don’t talk too much, rest a bit.”

Hearing this, Zhan Hang knew he should take his leave, so he smiled at everyone, then raised an eyebrow at Zhang Wenqian: “Go for it.”

“I’m going to ask you to help me out later, you can’t refuse.” Zhang Wenqian impolitely extended her hand.

Zhan Hang bent down and politely kissed the back of her hand: “My honor.”

After saying this, he put on his sunglasses and leisurely led Zhao Kaile out, leaving behind a chorus of envious admiration.

The audience was filled with screams, the three characters of Zhang Wenqian echoing continuously over the vast venue, practically deafening. Countless light boards and glow sticks waved in the dim light, constantly pushing the atmosphere of anticipation to greater heights.

Zhan Hang was already quite familiar with this atmosphere. He normally liked listening to rock music, and plus his mood was good, so he didn’t find it unpleasant. He just leaned calmly in his seat with his legs crossed. Zhao Kaile was not so calm. He had previously only watched live videos of Zhang Wenqian’s concerts online, and completely didn’t expect the volume to be this overwhelming when sitting so close to the front.

He covered his ears to adapt for a moment, then leaned over to ask Zhan Hang: “What did Zhang Wenqian ask you to help with?”

Zhan Hang shouted in his ear: “Louder!”

“…” Zhao Kaile nearly went deaf, and only recovered after a long while. He also leaned to Zhan Hang’s ear and repeated: “What did Zhang Wenqian ask you to help with!”

Zhan Hang didn’t want to shout anymore, because communicating like this really looked stupid, so he pulled out his phone to type and show him.

Zhao Kaile leaned over to look, and saw that he had typed in the chat box: impromptu duet, or backup dancing.

After reading, Zhao Kaile was a bit surprised. He had originally thought this kind of special guest would have rehearsed beforehand, but he didn’t expect it to really be impromptu. Then his gaze swept upward and discovered that Zhan Hang’s WeChat contact note for him was actually an emoji, like some kind of plant, but he didn’t get a clear look before Zhan Hang blocked it.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Zhan Hang made a gesture of hitting someone, and Zhao Kaile had to obediently lean back into his own seat.

In the venue, a simulated heartbeat sound echoed all around, and the entire audience counted down.

In the midst of universal anticipation, Zhang Wenqian finally made her grand entrance from the magnificent elevator rising at the center of the stage!

Several streams of white smoke burst out simultaneously. She held a microphone in one hand and pointed forward with the other. The moment she opened her mouth, the entire venue was as if injected with chicken blood, boiling over once again!

It was like hearing immortal music that temporarily cleared the ears. Zhao Kaile’s mind went blank with a buzz, instantly forgetting all previous unpleasantness, and began shouting with all his might just like all the fans below the stage. The crowd’s screams were about to lift the roof off.