In the War of the Pets variety show that Fu Sichen took part in, most of the celebrities were there to make guest appearances or feel like they mattered.

“Best Actor Fu, I’ve always been impressed by your acting skills; you’re really awesome.”

“Best Actor Fu, Director Chen’s new series is missing one character, and I feel that I was made for that role.”

“Best Actor Fu…”

The constant ringing of ‘Best Actor Fu’ wouldn’t stop. With Pei Zhen still in a coma, the whole entertainment circle naturally sucked up to Fu Sichen.

They tried hard to please and to build a relationship—Fu Sichen saw it constantly and had long grown used to it.

He was quick at changing the topic, and asked, “Do you keep cats?”

“Your cat knows how to stand upright?

“He stands up to… you know… erm, pee?”

“… No, of course not,” the celebrities answered.

“Oh, my cat does,” said Best Actor Fu.

The people were stunned.

Honestly, they felt that Fu Sichen was either daydreaming or making things up to show off his cat.

They had no idea that it confused Fu Sichen.

Compared to the replies of the other celebrities, Fu Sichen felt that his pet was a fantasy.

Or was it his good fortune to have bought such a brilliant cat?

He had spent half a day searching through the knowledge encyclopedia online and couldn’t find what he wanted. Impulsively, he posted a question, and someone answered.

“The thread owner is a writer?”

“Master Qing Lian can we side-track here? Can you tell me more? Catching demons and performing rites package service is only 998 dollars after discount.”

“By my estimation, this cat is about to become a demon, and a catastrophe awaits. The eminent monk sits in-charge, waiting for The One appointed by fate.”

Appointed… my foot!

It started as a proper discussion thread and degenerated into side talk. Even more ridiculously, a ‘Couple’ thread was spun off, discussing if the thread owner was a ‘top’ or ‘bottom’ party.

There were many netizens, with just as many opinions offered, but very few sincerely offered a solution. Even if Fu Sichen made a sacrifice and participated in the variety show, there still wouldn’t be a definite answer.

The only certainty was that his Persian cat was as intelligent as a demon.

“Sichen… Sichen?” Wang Youquan’s voice was ringing in his ears. And with the added urgency of the tone, Fu Sichen was pulled back from his train of thought.

“Yes?”

“You’ve drifted off again.” Wang Youquan didn’t know what to say and sighed. “Did you hear what I was saying about the itinerary?”

Fu Sichen was in deep thought for a while. It moved Wang Youquan to think that Fu Sichen was finally giving him some attention and acknowledging his presence. But, unexpectedly, when Fu Sichen spoke, it was about something completely unrelated. “Let’s go to Xing Yu Media Company.”

Wang Youquan was stunned. “What? X-Xing Yu?”

“Tsk.” Fu Sichen didn’t like repeating himself, and Wang Youquan never seemed to understand the human language. Fu Sichen grew impatient.

He looked down at the Persian cat in his arms and checked that it was still asleep. Then he said again coldly, “Let’s go to Xing Yu. Right now.”

“N-No.” Wang Youquan’s heart missed a beat, and the man started to appear nervous. “Sichen, you… we… Sichen… everyone in our agency gets along very well, and we love each other very much. We are a good team, and I don’t want to change jobs. Sichen… you are our Vice President!”

Xing Yu was Pei Zhen’s agency.

Although the scandal from before had blown over, the experience still scared Wang Youquan. Fu Sichen had just completed his filming, and now he wanted to sign up with another agency. Wang Youquan thought that Fu Sichen must have wanted to take him along too, to make great changes.

Fu Sichen rolled his eyes.

What the hell! He felt like hitting someone.

chapter-85
  • 14
  • 16
  • 18
  • 20
  • 22
  • 24
  • 26
  • 28
Select Lang
Tap the screen to use reading tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.