Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Chapter 218: I’m the One Taking Care of You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Pei Zhen even suspected at one time if Xiao Nian had spread the news that he had previously turned into a cat.

“I didn’t!” Xiao Nian made a gesture of zipping his mouth closed. “I didn’t tell anyone about that incident!” Errr… except… except for his ‘wife’…

But.

In any case, internet romances were fake. They’d occasionally played games online and had idle chats. Xiao Nian never felt that the other party would take his words for real. After all, when he first told his wife that he was a champion manager, she was quite outspoken.

“If you’re a champion manager, then I’m a cross-dressing man!”

“Well then…” Pei Zhen got suspicious on hearing that. “If the National Television is really scouting for talent, shouldn’t they look for Fu Sichen?”

Talking nonsense was clearly Xiao Nian’s forte. “Most definitely, it’s Fu Sichen who decided to give you this opportunity.”

Pei Zhen glowered.

For some reason, Pei Zhen felt a little offended by Xiao Nian remark. On the contrary, it was the man who walked in at that point who provided some solace.

“The National Television didn’t look for me. They were indeed looking for Pei Zhen.”

The suit made the man look even taller and more imposing. His hair was combed back, revealing a broad forehead—his features were distinctive and handsome.

“Fu… Fu…” He wanted to say ‘Best Actor’, but for some reason, it felt insincere. Xiao Nian was a suave person and was bootlicker par excellence. “CEO Fu, a great welcome!”

CEO Fu gave him a disinterested glance. Xiao Nian looked as though lightning struck him. He quickly tried to please by giving a military salute before making himself scarce.

Only, before he left the room, he had whispered into Pei Zhen’s ears, “Make sure you serve investor Fu well. Bring out the best bedroom skills you have. Understand?”

Pei Zhen had no wish to understand. Without needing to lift a finger himself, Fu Sichen had thrown icy looks at Xiao Nian, scaring the man enough to pee in his pants.

The door opened and shut. One moment the man was there, the next moment he was gone. Once Xiao Nian left the room, Fu Sichen walked up to Pei Zhen and extended his arms, drawing Pei Zhen into his embrace.

He rested his chin on Pei Zhen’s shoulder, and he tilted his head. Taking a deep breath, he drew in a whiff of the light perfume that energized him straight away.

“What… what’s wrong?” Fu Sichen’s breath brushed lightly against his boyfriend’s neck. Pei Zhen turned red in his face, but not to be outdone, he encircled his arms around Fu Sichen and hugged him back. “Has the day sucked everything out of you?”

Fu Sichen laughed softly, tilted his head and kissed Pei Zhen. “Just tired out from entertaining, but I feel better now after hugging you.”

If Fu Sichen said he was tired, then it must have been exhausting.

Pei Zhen knew in his heart that Fu Sichen was busy over at his studio, and it was all for him.

Pei Zhen felt deeply moved, and his heart was warmed. “Don’t overwork, it’s no big deal—I can take care of you… hey!”

He hadn’t even finished what he was saying when a slap came down hard on his butt. Pei Zhen was stunned. He widened his eyes and looked at Fu Sichen in disbelief. “You!”

“I’m the one taking care of you.” Outside of home, he didn’t mind the occasional addressing of Pei Zhen as ‘Hubby’. However, at home, it was important to establish clarity. “From now on, for each time that you foot the bill, I’ll top you once.”

Pei Zhen glowered.

Wow, what an ego. Would the man take no pampering?

He’d stop footing the bill then. Pei Zhen did a quick mental calculation on the remaining amount in his bank and felt quite pleased with himself. It looked like he could indeed afford to buy a castle for his boyfriend some day.

“Oh, yes, we’ve got an appointment tonight to have dinner with mum and dad.”

“What?” Pei Zhen’s daydream of their beautiful future was suddenly interrupted.

“Our parents, they would like to have dinner.”

“N-no, wait, Fu Sichen…” Pei Zhen was getting nervous. “W-what dinner? It’s not like I’ve never met aunty and uncle. No, wait… parents?”

Fu Sichen smiled gently. “Yes, your parents and my parents.”