Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

The idea was to use the script as an excuse for the kiss between the two, saying that they were only carrying out their duties as professionals— that there was nothing fishy, and they weren’t in love.

That was the best PR answer that Wang Youquan could come up with at that moment. In any case, both of them were starring in a movie about brotherly love in the context of socialism.

However, Fu Sichen was against this idea and even wanted to counter it openly.

“Well then.” Wang Youquan was emotionally exhausted. “What do we do now?”

“Just that.” Fu Sichen didn’t really care about the PR, and he sounded so calm it was as if he couldn’t feel even a fraction of the panic that Wang Youquan was feeling. “We need to allow reporters to report the truth.”

What the freaking hell?!

Fu Sichen was nowhere near when Pei Zhen stepped out of the shower.

“He’s run off after he’s done topping me. How irresponsible. I knew it. This Fu person was lusting after my body all along, the despicable man!”

He carelessly muttered a few swear words and towel-dried his hair. Then he nestled into the sofa and made himself as comfortable as he could.

Honestly, Fu Sichen was quite skilled.

Even though it was his first time, the fact was, it wasn’t all that painful. Besides, after some deep reflection during the shower, he actually had to admit to himself that being the bottom party wasn’t that bad.

At least he didn’t have to do the work.

Daddy Pei was lazy as a pig, but also an optimist. After thinking it through, he finally accepted it and even thought himself to be quite brilliant.

Humming a little tune, Pei Zhen reached out for his mobile. Initially, he was going to call his diligent and industrious boyfriend, but the moment the screen lit up, he saw that messaged and missed calls filled the screen!

They were all from manager Xiao Nian. There were more than 20 missed calls, and the ringing had almost drained out the mobile battery.

Apart from the missed calls, there were tons of text messages. The last message couldn’t even accommodate the number of exclamation marks he had typed: [Pei Zhen!!! You rascal!!!!!!!!]

Madness.

Pei Zhen unlocked his mobile with an elegant roll of his eyes. He was too lazy to scroll back to read the earlier messages. Instead, he typed and sent a single question mark.

Xiao Nian’s reply was instantaneous: [You finally make an appearance! [Smile]]

Xiao Nian sent out a picture: [Explain this? Since when were you so dutiful and serious about going through the script? [Smile] [Smile] [Smile]]

The picture was the one taken by a reporter of the two men kissing.

The streetlamps gave out a mellow glow at night, and it was misty and magical. The imposing black jeep was attention-catching. Of course, more attention-catching was the sight of the two co-stars kissing.

They were intimate, that was clear in the picture. One could even feel the tenderness between the two from the slight upward curl of the corner of Fu Sichen’s lips.

“Awww…”

It was fortunate that Xiao Nian wasn’t physically present; otherwise, he might just have curled up and died if he had seen Pei Zhen’s stunned expression on seeing the picture that was almost immediately followed by a wolf-whistle.

It was a good shot, at least that was how Pei Zhen felt. He couldn’t resist saving the picture to file before pondering and responding to Xiao Nian’s question.

[What is my relationship with Fu Sichen? Let me introduce you to my boyfriend.]

After sending this text message to Xiao Nian, there was radio silence for the longest time. There was no return message, not even a punctuation mark.

Not that Pei Zhen cared. Just then, the door swung open, and Fu Sichen walked in with a bag containing take-out food. He naturally smiled the moment he saw Pei Zhen. “What’s up? You look happy.”

“Nothing.” The aroma drifting out of the bag and filling the room attracted Pei Zhen. He tossed his mobile aside and walked towards his boyfriend, dragging his bedroom slippers. “I came out to my son, and his emotional resilience is really poor.”

Son? Xiao Nian?

“You told Xiao Nian?” Fu Sichen froze.

“Of course. How can you keep your boyfriend under wraps?”