Chapter 110: Do Not Embrace the Cat, Do Not Kiss, and Do Not Pat
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fu Sichen was cold and emotionless.
When he was young he wasn’t only known as the Greek God; he was also called the Cold Presence.
Although he seemed like he was polite to everyone, in reality, no one could easily find their way into his heart.
Except for Pei Zhen; he was special.
Best Actor Fu reserved all his tenderness and patience for him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hidden his love for Pei Zhen all those years.
The only reason he revealed his love was because he was in a panic. He was feeling confused and could no longer control himself.
Fu Sichen wished he could burn all bridges, regardless of consequences, just to let Pei Zhen know how he felt.
But the moment Pei Zhen cried Fu Sichen’s heart melted—no matter how determined and resolved he was initially.
“Please, please don’t cry.” Feeling helpless, he held the Persian cat in his embrace hoping to give him comfort. “Pei Pei, it’s all my fault. I…”
He wanted to confess his love.
But he knew that was no excuse for his bad behavior.
He took a look at the teary-eyed cat, and then shifted his gaze to Pei Zhen’s body whose clothes were in a mess. Fu Sichen buried his face in his hands. He hated himself.
What had he done?
The ex-number one manager turned Persian cat assistant, Xiao Nian, received a late-night call once again.
It wasn’t Daddy Pei; it was Fu Sichen.
“Come over and send Pei Pei home.”
Fu Sichen imposed the direct order without explaining, without taking no for an answer, and hung up with a click.
Xiao Nian rushed to the hospital. On entering the VIP room, he felt the oppressive air of silence. He even detected, perhaps, a tinge of awkwardness in the atmosphere.
He looked at Fu Sichen, whose focus remained on the Persian cat. Then he glanced at the Persian cat whose eyes were bloodshot. Something didn’t feel quite right.
“Take him back to the serviced apartment.” The Persian cat had little filming left, and there was little left of his character role in the story. Fu Sichen felt that given all that had happened that night, Pei Zhen probably wouldn’t want to see him around.
“Take care of him.” Although his heart was heavy, Fu Sichen still gave detailed instructions to Xiao Nian.
Of course, it included things that Xiao Nian wasn’t permitted to do.
He was not to carry the cat, no kissing, no patting, and he was not permitted to sleep near the cat. Xiao Nian was tempted to roll his eyes.
Carrying and patting aside, Xiao Nian thought that the other things Fu Sichen mentioned were things that only Fu Sichen himself would do.
“Yes, yes.” Xiao Nian was way better than Wang Youquan when it came to putting up an agreeable front. He was so convincing one would think that he would faithfully adhere to all the instructions. “Don’t worry, Best Actor Fu, I will deliver as promised.”
For a moment, Fu Sichen looked at Xiao Nian indifferently with his dark, brooding eyes. In the end, he decided against saying anything. His deep gaze then fell on the Persian cat, and hovering for a little while before he strode off.
“Best Actor Fu, take care, stay safe.”
After sending Fu Sichen off with a smiling face, Xiao Nian reverted to his usual nosey self the moment Fu Sichen was out of sight. With agile steps, Xiao Nian approached the cat.
“Pei Pei, what happened between you and Fu Sichen?”
Pei Zhen gave him a long glare.
“Don’t be like that. We’re buddies, aren’t we! Based on my talent as Dong Hai’s number one social butterfly, I could tell right away that something’s definitely happened between you two.”
Pei Zhen was in a foul mood.
He didn’t want to bother with the social butterfly.
He turned with his butt to Xiao Nian’s face.
The faint light of the moon streaming in through the windows bathed Pei Zhen; his snow-white fur glistened as if waiting to take flight like a fairy.