Chapter 102: Pet Manager
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Before the drama Prince Regent even premiered, the filming crew could already imagine its viewership would shoot through the roof.
True, that.
With a gimmick like ‘Best Actor Fu’s Debut Screen Kiss,’ there was no fear of lack of viewership.
Truly.
The people would never have guessed that Fu Sichen’s first screen kiss would go to a cat!
Those who reacted, especially the ladies who were there, were green with envy.
The Persian cat found that ludicrous; he was ashamed and angry and wanted to give it his middle finger.
Damn it!
That stinker Fu Sichen once again kissed him!
Pei Zhen was livid by the repeated close encounter. He hadn’t even had the time to extend his claws when Fu Sichen scooped him into his arms, got up and walked away.
Wang Youquan and the makeup artist took the opportunity during the break to serve water and refresh Fu Sichen’s makeup. Wang Youquan took the cat from Fu Sichen, leaving no chance for the cat to launch an attack on his owner.
“Youquan.” Fu Sichen gave a few instructions as the makeup artist went about dusting and powdering his face. “Book me a room.”
“What?” asked Youquan, who was cautiously coaxing the Persian cat.
“Didn’t you want me to put up at a hotel?” Fu Sichen glanced at the Persian cat. “Now I’m agreeing.”
Wang Youquan was puzzled.
He followed the direction of Fu Sichen’s gaze—it was still on the demonic Persian cat.
It was because of the cat.
Wang Youquan suddenly felt uncomfortable, and couldn’t bring himself to be happy.
The manager was unable to persuade his own artist, and his ego completely tumbled and was thoroughly crushed.
He wanted to cry—needed a big cry!
Pei Zhen didn’t agree either.
Ever since he turned into a cat, he had been continually making free appearances—whether it was for a magazine or a variety show. The drama filming aside, according to Fu Sichen’s latest arrangement, was he planning to exploit his cat into pet labor?
How shameful!
Pei Zhen angrily protested. Unfortunately, every time he opened his mouth, he could only meow weakly. What a freaking nuisance!
It was one thing to shy away from cat labor, but there was a rescued pastoral dog at home. The dog was badly injured, and Pei Zhen couldn’t rest his mind until it recovered.
Wang Youquan also thought about the pastoral dog. “Sichen, if you stay in a hotel, the dog at home…”
“I’ll allow you to look after it.”
“What?” Suddenly demoted from being Best Actor Fu’s manager to a dog manager, Wang Youquan was somewhat embarrassed. “That won’t work. You need someone to look after you. You…”
“The Persian cat needs a manager too, just like the pastoral dog does.”
Fu Sichen’s words surprised both Pei Zhen and Wang Youquan, and they widened their eyes. Before they could make sense of what Fu Sichen meant by those words, someone arrived amidst the filming, creating a small commotion.
“Excuse me, sorry, please let me pass.” A familiar voice, a familiar accent—the figure making its way through the crowd was a familiar one. “Pei Pei, Best Actor Fu.”
Pei Zhen was surprised.
Seeing the rapidly approaching Xiao Nian, Pei Zhen suddenly felt a massive headache coming on.
Why had his manager appeared?
Surely he wasn’t here to be a pet manager?
Crap!
Xiao Nian carried a bento box in one hand, and a cat teaser in the other. He walked up to them as though he’d traveled a long way. He was moved to tears when he looked at Pei Zhen eye-to-eye.
“Pei Pei… Pei Pei!”
It seemed like years since they last met.
“Xiao Nian.” Seeing that the man was about to overwhelm the cat, Fu Sichen’s expression clouded over, like a stormy sky.
“Yes, I have it here.” Xiao Nian scurried over to present the food he had bought. “24k cat food, standard price!”