Chapter 229 - Just You Wait Till Big Boss Fu Shows His Raw Instincts (1/2)
The boyfriend was indeed petty.
Comparing how he was treating the Persian cat with the time when Pei Zhen was the Persian cat, Pei Zhen suspected if Fu Sichen was schizophrenic.
“You treated me rather well before…” Pei Zhen choked on his words as if saying those words reminded him of the kiss.
Cough cough.
He couldn’t help being shy!
Although Pei Zhen loved little animals, he’d never kiss them. It wasn’t that he minded; he just didn’t have that habit.
“That’s different.” Fu Sichen exchanged looks of disdain with the Persian cat and then smiled as he turned to Pei Zhen. “Pei Zhen, I liked you.”
When he smiled, it was as though his eyes contained a million twinkling stars, bright and resplendent against the vast darkness. It was mesmerizing.
Pei Zhen’s face heated up and he coughed, unable to help but smile back. “I like you too, very, very much…”
How lucky my life has been, to have met you, to have liked you, and to have been liked by you. Despite sexual orientation, the most important thing is that whatever I like, I can find in you.
And more than that, whatever you like, can be found in me.
Pei Zhen had gone from strength to strength in recent days, the movie The Scam had pushed his acting ability to a new height.
With the Film Awards approaching in December, netizens debated as to whom the year’s Best Actor would be, and opinions differed.
In the past, the expected winner was always Fu Sichen, but Pei Zhen’s reputation was gradually catching up. They were almost shoulder-to-shoulder, and it caused quite a heated discussion!
On the day of the Film Awards, Pei Zhen had just finished his rehearsal. It was via an invitation from the National Television for the huge Lunar New Year program. The preparations had to be done way in advance.
As he left the broadcast performance hall, a gust of wind swept past, and Pei Zhen shivered in the freezing cold.
Winter had truly arrived, and it was predicted to snow within the next few days.
“Keep warm. Keep warm.” Xiao Nian had brought a jacket and hurried towards Pei Zhen against the headwind. “Be careful not to catch a cold. You’d look terrible on stage with a running nose.”
“Don’t jinx me with your words,” Pei Zhen chided.
Saying that, he couldn’t help but felt a little puffed up. “Hehe, you think that I stand a chance to be up on stage to receive the award?”
Where the Best Actor throne was concerned, Pei Zhen was quite a determined contender! He found it hard to believe that he couldn’t defeat Fu Sichen!
“Receive what award?” Xiao Nian snorted disdainfully. “You? Perhaps you might be considered for going on stage to help give out an award. Daddy, not that I’m saying this to annoy you, although Big Boss Fu hadn’t been filming much in the latter half of the year, but don’t you forget, he is the male lead for The Scam.”
Xiao Nian still has his misgivings about that.
Although Fairy Girl Xiao looked straight as a pencil, in private, he did secretly read ‘Red Sleeves’ web novels—stories on ‘platonic pure-love’, as he had a thing for those sort of socialist brotherhood-love relationships.
He had watched The Scam, went in laughing and came out crying. Pei Zhen was quite disdainful when he found out about it but eventually recalled that at the time of filming, Xiao Nian wasn’t around.
Fu Sichen sent him on various other errands.
Xiao Nian was extremely carried away by the movie and was emotionally exhausted watching it. At one point, he was so into the show that he actually gave Pei Zhen hateful glares, and even created an ‘anti-Pei Zhen’ chat group.
Although, eventually he was ripped to shreds by Pei Zhen’s fans.
“It’s not possible.” Xiao Nian took another look at Pei Zhen and was unwavering in his own assessment. “Daddy, you are fated to be the bottom party—both in the bed and in your acting career.”
Daddy Pei was annoyed. “Scram.”
“Daddy, I’m just preparing you, psychologically.” Xiao Nian was still going on and on after getting Pei Zhen into the mini-van. “Things don’t happen more than thrice isn’t it so. You’ve been in the running three years in a row, and you’re full of confidence every year but end up falling flat on your face.”
As expected they had received an invitation from the organizer again, saying that Pei Zhen had gotten into the Best Actor nomination list.
Xiao Nian was feeling the pain—life was just too fragile. He no longer had the endurance to bear the label of ‘the manager whose artiste has lost the Best Actor title’.
Pei Zhen gave the great manager Xiao a dirty look. Talking to a commoner was getting him nowhere. He might as well look for the male idol.
Coincidentally, Male Idol Fu sent through a text message at the same time: [Just making my way from the hotel, what about you?]
Pei Zhen’s slender and long fingers typed out a reply: [I’m thinking of how best to kill you off [smile].]
[Kill me off with lust and passion in bed [silly smile].]
Pei Zhen shot Xiao Nian yet another dirty look.
He couldn’t understand it, was Fu Sichen’s usual prim and proper demeanor all an act? Why was it that when they were together, he’d become a totally different person?
That man was full of dirty thoughts, how shameful.
Pei Zhen remembered that when they were in high school, a classmate came over to his place, insisting that he had a treasure to show him.
They were youths and naturally curious. The mysterious ‘treasure’ turned out to be gay pornographic videos.
Pei Zhen had little interest in those things. From the time he was a child, he was tragically flooded by images of bones shown to him by his parents. It would have been very odd if he had cultivated an interest in matters of the flesh.
But he was egoistic.
He pretended to be cool and collected and watched the film with his classmate. Just when it came to the part where the bodies entwined, the Genius Fu next door suddenly appeared at the doorway.
At that instant, Pei Zhen turned a bright scarlet.
The embarrassment of being caught red-handed!
He fumbled around for an explanation, but his childhood buddy Genius Fu had an expression cold as ice. Genius Fu immediately turned to go, looking rather infuriated.
The Fu Sichen that Pei Zhen knew back then was out of reach, restrained and distant, as though nothing worldly could touch him.
Who would’ve thought that the rascal was a pig’s hoof!