Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 92

“Um…” Zhao Kaile glanced at Song Yiming through the rearview mirror, still wearing a sullen face, and asked carefully: “Yiming? Where do you want to go?”

“Just drop me off at a nearby hotel.” Song Yiming said.

Zhan Hang and he each occupied one end of the back seat, deliberately staying far apart from each other, as if afraid that getting too close would infect him with some strange dementia.

“Alright.” Zhao Kaile pointed at his own face, indicating that Song Yiming still hadn’t wiped his face clean.

Song Yiming said without expression: “Oh, where are the tissues?”

Zhan Hang said irritably: “Speak properly.”

“…” Song Yiming said politely: “May I ask where the tissues are?”

Zhan Hang didn’t even look, and with a swish threw over a packet of tissues, accurately hitting right beside Song Yiming’s hand.

Song Yiming: “You…”

Restrain, restrain.

He let out a breath, and didn’t shout at Zhan Hang.

Zhao Kaile drove, occasionally looking at the street to see what suitable places there were. Then he chose a place with less foot traffic and pulled over to the side, turning to look at Song Yiming.

“Thank you.” Song Yiming said to him, with no intention of acknowledging Zhan Hang, the actual owner of the car, and prepared to open the door and get out.

“Wait a moment.” Zhao Kaile remembered something, reached out and rummaged in his bag, pulling out a face mask and handing it to him.

Song Yiming was stunned for a moment, then took it and put it on.

Zhao Kaile asked again: “Did you bring your ID card?”

Song Yiming: “…No.”

Zhan Hang let out a hum upon hearing this: “Oh my, that’s fresh.”

Song Yiming truly couldn’t hold back anymore, and said to him angrily: “Hey! You…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll help you.” Zhao Kaile turned off the engine, lowered his head and unbuckled his seatbelt, saying in a soothing manner: “Let’s go, it’s no problem.”

Zhan Hang neither expressed agreement nor spoke to stop him, only watched the two get out of the car without expression. Song Yiming slammed the car door shut and walked away with his face mask on.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Kaile returned to drive.

Zhan Hang leaned against the back seat, arms crossed, humming and saying: “Mr. Zhao is quite enthusiastic, so concerned about handsome little brothers.”

“Brother Hang, don’t be like that.” Zhao Kaile laughed out loud: “Everyone has times when life hits a low point. It’s a small effort, we can help when we can. What if one day we’re also in this kind of situation…”

Zhan Hang said with a dark face: “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“I was just saying, if, I mean if, for example…” Zhao Kaile said seriously: “Then the people we’ve helped will come help us. Consider it accumulating good karma.”

Zhan Hang mocked: “Zhao Naive, you don’t really think these people will remember your little favors, do you? When something really happens to us, they’ll run faster than anyone, wishing they could cut all ties with us completely. A few years ago when that so and so had an incident, several brothers who usually played well with him didn’t come out to say a single word. Do you know how many years of friendship they had? When something happened, it was still every man for himself, who cares about who.”

Zhao Kaile: “…”

Who the hell is Zhao Naive!

The next day, Song Yiming reported to the crew in the afternoon. He had adjusted his state and sincerely apologized to Ren Jiayuan.

Zhang Min personally drove him over, smiling and saying nice things to Ren Jiayuan, and when leaving kept saying to please come have a meal together when he had time. Ren Jiayuan blandly refused.

“Alright, let’s film properly when we’re filming.” Ren Jiayuan said to Song Yiming: “Once you’re in my crew, you can’t be that delicate little young master. In the drama you’re a soldier, and outside the drama you should also temper yourself. What is an actor’s best state? During the time of filming, the inside and outside of the drama are the same. How many of those excellent seniors of yours, after playing a good role, couldn’t walk out of it for a very long time. You should learn from them, immerse yourself in it, understand?”

Song Yiming said with an obedient face: “I understand, I’m sorry, Director Ren. Yesterday I was immature.”

Ren Jiayuan nodded: “Still a good child. I forgive you this once, don’t do it again.”

“Thank you Director Ren, truly thank you.” Zhang Min shook his hand with a face full of smiles. Ren Jiayuan only lightly touched her hand, a perfunctory gesture before letting go.

Zhang Min awkwardly withdrew her hand, pulled Song Yiming over to whisper a few instructions, said something to his assistants, then drove away.

Today it wasn’t raining, so they didn’t specially go to yesterday’s mountain road location, and just started filming normally.

When Zhan Hang went on set, Zhao Kaile sat on the side busy with his own matters, occasionally looking up to see if Zhan Hang needed him. Most of the time he was communicating with various parties on WeChat, or checking how his own older brother was doing today, and so on.

Song Yiming’s performance today was surprisingly good. Even Ren Jiayuan allowed him to pass in one take for a certain scene, nodding in affirmation. When he came off set, he took the water his assistant handed him, drank a sip, and his eyes wandered casually around, slowly wandering to Zhao Kaile.

He handed the water back to his assistant, looked at them, then looked at Zhao Kaile, then looked back at his own people.

His assistant looked completely baffled by his gaze, but still squeezed out a smiling face and asked: “What’s wrong Yiming? Not feeling well somewhere?”

Song Yiming furrowed his brow, somewhat impatiently waved his hand to indicate he should go away. The assistant was confused, muttering in his heart as he moved farther away.

Zhao Kaile was just opening a KIKITITI short video sent by Lu Jiayin, watching with amusement. He looked up and saw a figure blocking his view.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

“…” Zhao Kaile asked with a strange expression: “Yiming? Looking for me?”

Song Yiming sat down beside him on his own. Zhan Hang’s jacket was still placed there, unfortunately becoming a cushion for his bottom.

Zhao Kaile’s face was a sight of utter tragedy. He wanted to say something, but seeing Song Yiming’s sullen face, he felt embarrassed to speak.

“How much does Zhan Hang pay you a month?” Song Yiming asked: “Why would you be his assistant?”

Zhao Kaile was stunned by his question: “Because he was recruiting a personal assistant at the time…”

Song Yiming asked: “Do you want to switch jobs? He usually treats you quite harshly, right? I see he speaks in that sarcastic way, and usually doesn’t miss chances to mock you with his words.”

Zhao Kaile said: “That’s… no no, I’m not switching jobs.”

“Come over.” Song Yiming said sincerely: “I’ll offer you better conditions. I’m very easy to talk to. Doesn’t the industry say that Zhan Hang privately poured boiling water on your face? I definitely wouldn’t do that.”

Zhao Kaile didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “…No no, where did you hear all that? Those are all rumors! How could you think that? I see you have many assistants.”

“Those were all pushed onto me by Sister Min.” Song Yiming said unhappily: “They all listen to her. Normally we can’t even chat together. No matter what I say, they can always turn it into where to go tomorrow and what to do the day after tomorrow. I’m about to die of annoyance…”

Zhao Kaile roughly understood what he was annoyed about by this point, so he nodded sympathetically, then coaxed him like a child: “But I signed a three year contract with Brother Hang, so I can’t switch jobs.”

Song Yiming said indifferently: “How much is the penalty for breach of contract? I’ll pay it for you.”

Zhao Kaile: “…But why would you want me to be your assistant?”

Song Yiming looked at him for a moment, thought about it, pointed at him with his finger, and said: “Because you don’t speak in that fake hypocritical way, and you don’t speak in that sarcastically weird way. I admire you very much.”

Zhao Kaile put on a fake smile: “Ah is that so, hehehe, thank you.”

Do celebrities all have somewhat unusual thought processes!

On set, Zhan Hang was performing an impassioned scene with Yu Wenrong. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of Song Yiming somehow appearing beside Zhao Kaile, clinging to him chatting and laughing. He immediately stumbled.

Ren Jiayuan said mercilessly: “Cut.”

Zhan Hang composed his expression, and made an apologetic gesture to him.

“Adjust, one more take.” Ren Jiayuan said a few words into the walkie talkie, made a gesture. The cameraman gave an OK, slightly moved the equipment back, preparing to continue the next filming work.

Yu Wenrong stepped forward and patted Zhan Hang’s shoulder, teasing: “What’s wrong today? Too nervous? Don’t be nervous, I’ll pull back a bit later.”

“A bit.” Zhan Hang smiled at him: “It’s fine, it’s my own problem. Thank you, Brother Wenrong.”

When he came off set, Zhan Hang looked exhausted. Zhao Kaile went over to receive him, handing tissues and water.

“What did that kid come to say to you?” Zhan Hang asked.

Zhao Kaile said without changing his expression: “Nothing much, just wanted to thank you for helping him yesterday, but he’s too thin skinned to say it to your face.”

Zhan Hang observed his expression, gave an “mm,” and didn’t press further, sitting down to rest on his own.

However, a small scream suddenly rang out from not far away. Song Yiming’s female assistant had accidentally spilled water on Yu Wenrong’s pants.

The female assistant turned pale with fright, immediately took tissues to wipe for him, but was pushed away irritably by Yu Wenrong’s assistant, who also cursed several nasty words. Although Song Yiming didn’t think much of these assistants, he considered that on the surface they were still his people, so he also impolitely stepped forward two steps, and pushed Yu Wenrong’s assistant back, saying in his mouth: “How can you talk like that?”

Yu Wenrong already had quite a few criticisms of him yesterday, and today he had even less of a good expression, only looking at him coldly, not helping anyone’s side. Seeing that his own boss wasn’t stopping him, Yu Wenrong’s assistant also didn’t give Song Yiming face, and cursed back ferociously: “Please get this straight, it was your assistant who made the mistake. Don’t make it seem like we’re bullying others with our power, cursing a little girl for no reason.”

Song Yiming said angrily: “Can’t you speak properly? What’s the meaning of pushing people, what’s the meaning of cursing people, didn’t she apologize to you?”

Yu Wenrong’s assistant laughed coldly: “Is an apology enough? You try getting drenched in water? How are we supposed to film the next scenes? Aren’t you delaying everyone’s time again? It was you yesterday, and it’s you again today. How can you be so good at causing delays?”

Song Yiming was so blocked by him that he couldn’t say a single word, his face red and neck thick from glaring. The assistant girl was too frightened to speak, tears welling up in her eyes.

A circle of people around them had free time to watch the spectacle, secretly filming them with their phones. Filming was still continuing on set, and no one had noticed that something was about to happen here.