Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Chapter 152: Xiao Nian, Are You Trying to Murder Your Fathers?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A deep voice with unmistakable iciness. Although the voice made people nervous, the hoarseness had a seductive edge that was very attractive.

The crowd froze momentarily and looked in the direction of the voice.

As expected, it was Best Actor Fu.

Normally cool and steady, the man was now a little anxious. He took the towel out of Xiao Nian’s hand and quickly strode towards Pei Zhen who was standing before the camera. “Are you feeling cold? Dry yourself; don’t catch a cold.”

The man was a towering 1.9 meters and had a straight and imposing frame. The light cast his shadow onto the ground such that it merged ambiguously with Pei Zhen’s.

Insistently, he wrapped the big towel around Pei Zhen with an outstretched arm and slight forward posture. From a distance, it looked like he was embracing Pei Zhen.

However, Xiao Nian, who was standing outside the filming backdrop, felt none of the charm or tenderness of the moment.

Suspiciously, he recalled the ‘brawling’ scene, and he was anxious and angry all over again.

“Fu Sichen!” One wondered where the Fairy Girl Xiao got his guts. He was normally extremely respectful towards Fu Sichen, but he charged up to them like a tornado. “Pei Pei doesn’t need your care!”

With the furious man coming up from behind, Fu Sichen reacted extremely quickly. Before Xiao Nian could get to them, he half-hugged half-pushed Pei Zhen to the side.

“Xiao Nian, are you trying to murder your fathers?”

Xiao Nian was stunned. He had one ‘Daddy’, and it was Pei Zhen. Since when were there ‘fathers’?

Fu Sichen traveled so far—while it wasn’t completely out of Pei Zhen’s expectations, it was still a surprise to see it happen.

Without a chance to even protest, Pei Zhen was ushered to the resting room. He dried his hair and changed out of his soaked clothes. At that point, he was able to stop himself from sneezing.

“Do you want a hot drink?” Fu Sichen knitted his brows together in a frown when he observed Pei Zhen’s pale face—he forgot about the answer he had come for. “Wait here. I’ll get some water.”

Since Fu Sichen was there, Xiao Nian had no chance of being the one to fuss over Pei Zhen.

When the ever-aloof Best Actor Fu put his mind to being a manager, he was completely competent.

Although it was not yet Autumn, it was still the tail end of summer, so Fu Sichen insisted on turning up the heater before he busied himself with getting a glass of hot water.

Pei Zhen went along with whatever Fu Sichen insisted.

It was rare that Pei Zhen was so agreeable. His eyes followed Fu Sichen closely, and it was only when the man’s silhouette disappeared that Pei Zhen could look elsewhere.

Damn. How strange.

It wasn’t as if he’d never be taken care of before, but it had never felt like the stirrings of love that he was feeling at that moment.

Knock knock.

The knocking on the door interrupted his train of thought. It was the up-and-coming leading lady standing at the door.

She had changed into dry clothes, but her hair was still wet. Droplets of water were rolling down her fringe, and it was quite a pitiful sight.

Liu Lulu looked ill-at-ease.

Pei Zhen glanced at the girl with suspicion, but he nodded his head when she asked if she could come in.

“Teacher Pei, sorry about tonight.” The leading lady was blushing furiously, her eyes full of regret. “It was my fault… h-here are some flu tablets. You…”

“A small matter.” Pei Zhen rejected the girl’s offer and switched the topic. He began to talk about work. “Are you able to get into your role now?”

He was hoping not to to be drenched over and over again.

“I-I…” It was a blow to her professional capability. Liu Lulu glanced at Pei Zhen and lowered her head. “I’m trying my best…”

The man before her was extremely accomplished, and it was hard to remain unmoved by him.

“Look at me.” Pei Zhen was most reluctant to lose a night of sleep. In his desperation, he didn’t care if what he was about to do was appropriate. He held the girl’s chin in his palm. “Imagine I’m the person you love, and now you’re asking for a breakup.”

A thud.