Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Wang Youquan, who had used the term ‘hubby’, was slapped in the head by the supposed hubby.

“Ouch.” Rubbing the bump on his head, Wang Youquan was at the point of crying. “Why? Why is it that the fans can call you hubby and they don’t get beaten up!”

On the other hand, he had to endure such cruel assaults!

Fu Sichen made an impatient noise and glanced at the Persian cat while directing his remark at Wang Youquan. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I’ve always ignored the fans who call me hubby. I’m a loyal lover and hubby is a term for one person’s use only.”

Wang Youquan sulked.

Pei Zhen was aghast.

He was completely clueless as to why Fu Sichen was looking at him when he said the words ‘loyal lover.’

Compared to their first visit, where Fu Sichen had boldly parked his mini-van at Xing Yu’s entrance, he had parked at a more discrete location the second time around.

Fu Sichen had spoken with Xian Nian without Pei Zhen around, and also didn’t allow Xiao Nian to see him off after the meeting.

Pei Zhen couldn’t think of a reason why Fu Sichen would look for Xiao Nian, and Wang Youquan misled him.

“That scum Xiao Nian. I treat him like my own brother, but he betrayed me.” Wang Youquan’s logic was a little strange. “Is he still trying to talk you into changing agency?”

“Last warning. If you say it again I’ll switch agency.” Fu Sichen threatened.

That meant that Fu Sichen was saying for one last time that he wasn’t going to switch agency, and if Wang Youquan went on about it, he planned on immediately jumping ship.

Wang Youquan could be frighteningly naggy and repetitive.

Fu Sichen had enough of explaining himself and just wanted to be with the Persian cat.

He reached out his long arms and scooped the white ball of fur into his embrace. Then he looked at his mobile phone, trying to tune into a specific channel.

Unlike before, it wasn’t a drama starring Pei Zhen, but one starring Fu Sichen himself.

Pei Zhen was aghast.

“Come, today let’s watch your dad’s heroism.” When Fu Sichen decided to be narcissistic, he would do it shamelessly. “Pei Pei, I guarantee you’ll fall in love with me.”

Pei Zhen was stunned for a while. When he finally came to terms with it, he almost puked.

What crap!

The sworn enemy is a nutcase!

During the journey from Xing Yu Company to Fu Sichen’s serviced apartment, the normally quiet Fu Sichen was unusually talkative. Not only that, he was self-promoting.

“This scene filmed when it was raining—I insisted on it, to show my professionalism.”

“During this fighting scene, the martial arts director only taught me once, and I got it—I’m quite talented.”

“And this… this…”

Not to mention Wang Youquan, even Pei Zhen was impressed.

Seriously!

He’d never thought that there was a flamboyant side to Fu Sichen. He normally looked prim and proper!

They endured the brain-washing session and finally reached their destination. Wang Youquan, who usually couldn’t wait to be invited up to the apartment for a drink, fled at first chance.

“Sichen, have a good rest. I’ll come to pick you up at eight in the morning.”

With that, Wang Youquan zoomed off and left poor lonely Pei Zhen to face the narcissistic Fu Sichen on his own.

“Pei Pei, are you hungry? What do you want to eat?” This time around he wouldn’t even let Pei Zhen jump off his shoulder, holding the cat tightly in his embrace. “I’m an excellent cook, as good as the best on the international arena.”

“Let’s get rid of this dog.”

“How annoying. It pooped in my car.”

“It’s filthy, hurry and throw it out.”

The sound of scolding was audible over Fu Sichen’s low voice. Pei Zhen moved his ears and lifted his head to look around for its source.