Chapter 115: The Stinker Obviously Had Ulterior Motives!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Of all things, he was afraid of a Persian cat.
If the news got out, he’d be a laughing stock.
But the fact was Lin Xuan was afraid.
The fear and pain were completely unforgettable!
For that reason, when Pei Zhen looked at Lin Xuan, he staggered and almost fell. “This cat… it… it…”
Lin Xuan wanted to tell them to take the cat away, but Fu Sichen’s mind suddenly seemed to be elsewhere; as if Dementors had stolen his soul, he was completely ignoring Lin Xuan.
His full attention was on the Persian cat.
Just before, he was cold and emotionless; but Fu Sichen became full of tenderness as deep as the abyss, eternal like the galaxy; it was easy to fall captive with just one look.
Pei Zhen started to flush from Fu Sichen’s long stare. He couldn’t tolerate it and moved awkwardly to avoid the gaze.
What was he staring at, he’d never seen a handsome cat?!
Ever since Fu Sichen confessed his feelings, he’d been a bit elated and smug. Previously, he had been more subtle, but he could be bold and upfront with things out in the open.
Shameless!
Pei Zhen rolled his eyes fiercely, and at the same time, he wanted to slap himself.
He must have been mad to think that Fu Sichen’s computer password, his screensaver, keeping his old school notes and such, was Fu Sichen being narcissistic!
The Stinker obviously had ulterior motives!
“The pastoral dog belongs to me, and I have to take him with me.” That hateful voice broke the awkward silence between Best Actor Fu and the Persian cat. Lin Xuan turned jittery in the knees when he looked at the cat, so he put up a commanding front. As if to show his amiability, he tried to coax the dog to come back to him. “Huan Huan, let’s go. Your Mummy misses you.”
The moment he called ‘Huan Huan’, the pastoral dog’s legs gave way, and he was sprawled on the floor, whimpering away.
“I’m not going back. I don’t want to go back there. Please don’t hit me. I will behave myself.”
Even if people didn’t understand dog language, they would have figured out the message just by looking at the pastoral dog’s behavior.
One could imagine how much this loyal pastoral dog must have suffered to become so fearful.
“How much?” Fu Sichen, who couldn’t look away from the Persian cat, finally spoke after the cat gave him a fierce stare back. “How much will you sell the dog to me for?”
“You… Do you really want to buy my dog? I-I knew you stole him. You…” Lin Xuan was taken by surprise at Fu Sichen’s suggestion.
“You can think whatever you wish.” Fu Sichen was not in the mood to indulge in a conversation with Lin Xuan. “As long as we can save the dog, just name the price.”
Lin Xuan opened his mouth, but at that moment no words came out.
When he tried to speak again, the stares from the people who had gathered around put him on the spot. He dithered and couldn’t bring himself to quote a price; neither did he want to leave with nothing.
“Best Actor Fu, sell the dog to me.”
“Sell it to me. I’m not fussy, and the pastoral dog is very cute.”
“I promise I will take good and loving care of him, it’s true. I’ve always wanted a pet dog.”
Words of kindness rang out, and every word was like a slap on Lin Xuan’s face.
He recalled the scene when they first adopted the pastoral dog.
It was tiny, squishy and cute. It was a good-looking puppy with a soft bark and watery eyes.
At first, he quite liked the pastoral dog and was curious about it. However, when he later found out that the dog wasn’t of pedigree, he grew to loathe it.
But dogs would be dogs, and the pastoral dog was very lovable.
Lin Xuan was ashamed and felt his face burning, and ceased trying to be difficult. So when no one was paying attention, he retreated and made a quick getaway.
Woof!
The pastoral dog suddenly dashed towards Lin Xuan like a streak of lightning!