Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

It was only then, when Xiao Nian highlighted it, that Pei Zhen realized he had used Fu Sichen’s VIP account to post the ‘Likes’.

It had already been explosive news on Weibo, and it was news that rocked half the entertainment circle.

Pei Zhen’s heart dropped, and he turned to look at Fu Sichen.

As he did so, their eyes met. Fu Sichen’s eyes were deep and dark; they were like magnets drawing him in.

It was as though Fu Sichen’s eyes had always been on Pei Zhen, and furthermore, even when Pei Zhen had realized it, there was not a sign of embarrassment on Fu Sichen’s end. The latter didn’t look away and maintained his gaze on Pei Zhen.

Pei Zhen felt his face burning.

With much difficulty, Pei Zhen diverted his gaze. But when he did, he regretted the show of weakness and angrily looked at Fu Sichen again.

Oh, and with such boldness.

Fu Sichen couldn’t help but smile. “Using my VIP account to post likes? Or are you doing that with my life?”

“Tsk, tsk. Now I’ve offended half the entertainment circle.”

“That’s the end of the game. I have to bow out of the entertainment circle now.”

It sounded more and more serious. Pei Zhen was stunned and lost his meow.

“If I can’t make any more movies, I won’t have any money. Pei Zhen…” Fu Sichen looked at him sadly. “You have to be responsible towards me.”

Pei Zhen’s eyes grew wider, and he was shocked by those words. Shifting his body, he almost fell off the chair.

But what could he do?

It was all his fault.

He could hate the heavens, hate the earth, and hate the audience, but it didn’t mean that Fu Sichen could do the same. Furthermore, even if he left the entertainment industry, he could live a great life, but that was him.

Fu Sichen the genius, the Greek god… such a pampered person wouldn’t be able to take a hard life.

Pei Zhen, who had spontaneously put Fu Sichen on a little pedestal, had fallen straight into Fu Sichen’s trap as he suddenly felt guilty.

He had to take responsibility.

Pei Zhen frowned and thought for a while. Then he looked up and started tapping away on the mobile phone: [Have no fear, I’ve got your back. I certainly will not allow a situation where you have no more movies to make.]

“OK.” Fu Sichen gave an ambiguous smile. “A cat such as you would be able to help me secure resources as Best Actor?

That…

Pei Zhen choked on his own words for a bit. He lowered his gazed and took a look at himself—a rounded ball of fur. His inclination was to curse and swear.

[Even if I’m not able to guarantee you resources right now, I promise, when I become a human again, I won’t let you be disadvantaged.]

Fu Sichen was still laughing, his eyebrows like half-moons. “It’s a deal. Even if we have to wait for a long time, I feel safer and more secure now.”

Pei Zhen kept quiet.

Not only did he not feel better, but it also added to the wound.

That’s right.

He didn’t even know when he could become a human again.

All at once, the ever-confident and arrogant Little Brat Pei felt crushed, and for the first time, he blamed himself.

Why did you post the likes? Your paws had nothing better to do? Why did you care so much about this stinker Fu Sichen!

His heart poured tears of regret. To reduce his own feelings of guilt, Pei Zhen thought hard to come up with a way to prove Fu Sichen’s innocence.

[Just put the blame on me. Say that it was the Persian Cat who posted the ‘Like’s’!] That was the truth anyway.

Fu Sichen scratched his chin, and his expression remained lazy. “Only liking the posts that deny the scandals? Best Actor Fu’s Persian cat is an academic?”

Pei Zhen was stumped. Whatever he said, Fu Sichen could find a loophole. Eventually, Fu Sichen grew impatient. “Pei Zhen, after saying so much, are you trying to shy away from responsibility?”

“I. Will. Be. Responsible.”