Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 98

Zhan Hang asked with a twitching corner of his mouth: “Start what?”

Feng Biqin said impatiently: “What is there to pretend about with your own mother? I’m asking you, how old is he this year? What people does he have in his family? Do his parents know about this matter?”

“What am I pretending about? We haven’t even started at all. Who did you hear this from?” Zhan Hang’s head was buzzing from listening: “Are you checking household registration?”

Feng Biqin: “Do I need to hear it from anyone? Your mother is living separately from you, not dead. I can see when you post updates.”

Zhan Hang was speechless. He was silent for a while, then said again: “We really haven’t started.”

“What do you mean?” Feng Biqin still didn’t quite believe it: “Just tell me whether you have that kind of intention toward him or not.”

Zhan Hang clicked his tongue: “This is my personal emotional life. Can you not stir things up blindly?”

After all, Feng Biqin’s own marriage was a complete mess. Zhan Hang didn’t feel that her knowing about this matter could bring him any substantive help at all. He only hoped she wouldn’t get a sudden whim and come make trouble.

“Oh my, what are you being shy about.” Feng Biqin said: “The moment I mentioned your matter on the phone, that kid protected you as if his life depended on it. I thought you had already won him over.”

Zhan Hang: “…….”

Why did it sound like there was something of looking down on him in her words?

Feng Biqin said again: “If you’re not confident, just leave it like this for now. Don’t mess around blindly. First trick him into signing the contract for ten or eight years. By then, he won’t be able to look for anyone else even if he wants to.”

Zhan Hang’s head was full of black lines. Hehe: “You take care of yourself first.”

Feng Biqin said: “Mom is doing very well. Today I’m in Sanya, on honeymoon with your stepfather.”

“Is that so, congratulations.” Zhan Hang said: “Also, don’t randomly send things over in the future. I can’t use a single one of the things you sent.”

Feng Biqin thought for a while and asked: “What things? I don’t think I sent anything to your place.”

Zhan Hang said: “Didn’t you send a cake over for my birthday?”

Feng Biqin: “No, when it was your birthday, Mom happened to be heartbroken over a breakup. I didn’t have time for you.”

Zhan Hang: “…….”

Feng Biqin tutted: “I’ll make it up next time. Look at how petty you are.”

“No need, goodbye.” Zhan Hang hung up the phone and speechlessly supported his forehead with his hand.

If it wasn’t her who sent it, then it was probably Zhan Hongyuan, his biological father.

Zhan Hang scrolled to the last page of his contacts. The three characters Zhan Hongyuan were prominently displayed. During the period when their father-son conflict was most intense, he had considered severing the father-son relationship with Zhan Hongyuan. All contact information had originally been blacklisted, but Feng Biqin cried, softening his heart, and he promised that after Zhan Hongyuan passed away, he would still fulfill his filial duties.

In the past three months, the “Sharp Sword” production team finally rushed the filming schedule to its tail end. Ren Jiayuan placed great importance on the last few days of scenes. His expression grew more serious by the day, his temper more explosive by the day, and his hair visibly decreased by the day. Not a single person in the entire production, top to bottom, dared to talk back to him, including the supervising producer. Every time Zhao Kaile dozed off from sleepiness, he was also trembling with fear, afraid that he had just entered dreamland when he would be blasted back to reality by one of his thunderclap shouts. Zhan Hang saw that he was truly pitiful and generously allowed him to go sleep lying down in the car, without waiting outside. This was righteously and solemnly rejected by Zhao Kaile.

On the wrap day, Zhao Kaile was still startled awake by a cheer in his drowsy state. Then countless chaotic footsteps and rising and falling female screams sounded outside. He popped up from his seat in terror, opening his eyes to search for the source of the sound, realizing that visiting fans had arrived.

An assistant from some production company who had brought the fans in hurriedly shushed them, instructing: “The brothers are all still working. Keep your voices down. During rest time, I’ll be responsible for helping you communicate for autographs and photos, okay? Be quiet for now.”

The girls looked pleasantly surprised and hurriedly nodded in cooperation, repeatedly saying: “Okay, okay.”

Zhan Hang and Song Yiming came off set one after another. After three months of getting along, Zhan Hang was no longer as repulsed by him as at the beginning. After all, when Song Yiming’s intelligence was online, he could still communicate normally. He was quite honest too, just occasionally a bit chuunibyou, and actually got along quite well with Zhao Kaile.

Song Yiming, after that explosion accident, grew increasingly approving of Zhan Hang’s character. When the demolition team investigated afterward, he had personally seen in the video that Yu Wenrong walked away without even looking at Yu Zhengfeng who had fallen to the ground, leaving faster than anyone. He wasn’t trying to morally stake Yu Wenrong, but with similar incidents increasing, he was growing more and more contemptuous of this guy. On the contrary, he felt he was truly pitiful. Living so cautiously and timidly must be exhausting. Maybe one day he would literally work himself to death.

“Do you know where the wrap banquet is booked?” He caught up and draped his arm over Zhan Hang’s shoulder, chattering nonstop: “That segment just now, I feel like I was a bit weak……. I was ready to do another take, but Director Ren directly passed it. Sometimes I really can’t figure out what criteria he uses to screen shots.”

Zhan Hang extended two fingers and pried his hand off, saying: “I don’t know.”

Song Yiming draped himself over again: “Hey, don’t be so cold. It makes us seem like we’re not familiar at all.”

“We weren’t familiar to begin with.” Zhan Hang reminded him: “Your fans are waiting outside. Pay attention to your image.”

Song Yiming didn’t dare to drape himself over anymore upon hearing this. He restrained his expression and walked toward his own assistant, signaling them to help him tidy up his makeup and styling.

Zhao Kaile rummaged in his treasure bag for a while. Zhan Hang came over to drink water and asked: “What are you looking for?”

“Signing pen.” Zhao Kaile breathed a sigh of relief after finding it: “Found it.”

Zhan Hang laughed: “You even specially prepared?”

“Yeah, what if the fans forgot to bring one and it would be just right to use?” Zhao Kaile said seriously: “Wait a moment, I’ll go find Teacher Qin to touch up your makeup.”

Zhan Hang: “No need. Is there anywhere smudged on my face?”

Zhao Kaile signaled him to lower his head a bit. He observed carefully for a while, then helped him straighten his sleeves and collar.

Before the two of them could finish, the few fan representatives who had arrived were already full of joy as they entered the venue. Standing not far from Zhan Hang, they said nervously: “Hello, Zhan Zhan Hang.”

Zhan Hang smiled at them: “Hello.”

The girls who received a response instantly felt dizzy, so happy they were about to faint dead away. The one standing at the very front still had relatively firm willpower. She bravely took a step forward and extended one trembling hand toward Zhan Hang: “C c c can I shake hands with you?”

Zhan Hang: “Of course.”

He reached out and lightly shook hands with that girl. She immediately flushed red, completely forgetting the passionate confession she had originally prepared. In her heart, there was only the thought of ah ah ah Zhan Hang ah ah ah it’s Zhan Hang.

Zhan Hang smiled and proactively asked: “Want to take a group photo?”

“Yes!!” The girl responded tremblingly, standing somewhat at a loss in place.

Zhao Kaile hurriedly said: “Let’s all do it together. I’ll help you take the picture.”

The girl immediately nodded, handed her phone to him. Several fans excitedly huddled together, surrounding Zhan Hang in the middle, smiling brilliantly and making a peace sign. Zhan Hang raised both hands, slightly above the heads of the two girls beside him, and also made a peace sign.

Zhao Kaile couldn’t hold back his laughter, thinking to himself that it turned out male celebrities also use this classic pose when taking photos.

After the initial excitement slightly passed, the girls finally remembered the passionate confessions they had prepared. They delivered a fervent speech to him, then unable to contain themselves, stepped forward and gave him a hug.

Zhan Hang’s expression was clearly somewhat surprised, but he didn’t show displeasure. He only lightly placed his hand on her waist and thanked her in a gentle tone.

After taking photos, signing autographs, and receiving gifts, the fans left reluctantly, wiping tears as they departed, promising they would come see him again if they had the chance in the future. Zhao Kaile knew that it wasn’t easy for them to come this time, and couldn’t help feeling emotional. Most of them were still students, coming from near and far. They had probably squeezed out time during holidays and spent their hard-saved pocket money, gathering here through countless hardships, just to see Zhan Hang.

Unexpectedly, the moment they had just sent them off, a mother and son pair crossed the safety line and hurriedly ran toward them.

That little boy was probably still in elementary school. When he saw Zhan Hang, his eyes grew wide. He kept confirming with his mother whether this was really him in person. His mother patted his head and smiled embarrassedly at Zhan Hang: “Excuse his behavior. He used to only see you on TV.”

“You’re also my fan?” Zhan Hang was truly a bit surprised. He squatted down and asked the boy: “Then which of my dramas have you watched?”

The boy looked nervous, as if facing a great enemy, as if he were experiencing some crucially important exam. He stammered: “Jiang Ling, Gu Fan, Cheng Men……. I I’ve watched them all. I watched all the parts where you fight.”

Zhan Hang teased him: “Watching is fine, but you’re still young. You can’t imitate it.”

The boy’s face was completely red. He said seriously: “I will learn your martial arts and won’t use it to do bad things. You can rest assured!”

Zhan Hang couldn’t help bursting into laughter and reached out to rub his head. The boy’s mother gently poked her son from behind, hinting that he should be brave himself.

The boy took a deep breath and asked: ” can you give me an autograph?”

“Of course.” Zhan Hang said: “Where would you like me to sign?”

The boy was stunned for a moment, looking up at his mother. The latter hurriedly rummaged through her bag, also dumbfounded, murmuring: “I remember I specifically brought it when we left the house…….”

“Did you not bring paper and pen?” Zhao Kaile thought to himself that he had indeed bumped into a careless one, and said: “Use this.”

After getting the autograph and group photo, the mother and son left with a thousand thanks. The boy still felt that all of this wasn’t quite real. Holding his mother’s hand, he walked away with floating footsteps.

Zhao Kaile said with curiosity: “I didn’t expect you even have fans this young.”

Zhan Hang hmphed with a laugh, not particularly caring as he said: “When he grows up and knows that my light body skills are all wirework and special effects, he won’t worship me like this anymore.”

Zhao Kaile choked for a moment, thinking to himself poor little friend, better grow up slowly.