Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

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Panda Novel

Good grief.

Xiao Nian rubbed his eyes and looked at the name list again—it was still there—the name ‘Fu Sichen’.

If one tried asking around, one would find that there was only one Fu Sichen in the entertainment circle, and that was the Best Actor; there was no other.

There had been rumors that there was an additional person who joined the production team, but Xiao Nian hadn’t taken any special notice. He automatically assumed that with Pei Zhen’s position in the industry, any film producer would at least give him the face.

Only…

“Who?” Pei Zhen felt the red wine churn in his stomach. “F-Fu Sichen?”

“Did you just mention my name?” Fu Sichen appeared just as Pei Zhen said those words. As always, there was a smile on his face when he saw Pei Zhen. “Hello, Pei Zhen, how do you do? I’m one of the producers for this film.”

Fu Sichen stretched out his hand in a gesture of generosity. His hand was large with long, slim fingers and prominent joints; his nails were neatly trimmed and exceptionally elegant-looking.

But Pei Zhen couldn’t be bothered to look. He turned and started to walk away.

He did wonder why Fu Sichen was at the event. So he had come on board as one of the producers. Would that mean he’d make an appearance every day during filming?

Pei Zhen got a splitting headache just contemplating that thought.

“Pei Zhen.”

With his love interest leaving, the event held no attraction for Fu Sichen, no matter how luxurious. He caught up to Pei Zhen with large strides. A female figure appeared from the side; she was flushed and shy like a delicate flower. “Best Actor Fu, I…”

“I’m not serving alcohol, go get it yourself.”

The lady who was trying to hook up with him stared in bewilderment.

She didn’t even have the chance to explain that she wasn’t expecting him to serve her alcohol. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, leaving no trace behind.

If the producer was Fu Sichen, Pei Zhen wasn’t interested in entertaining him.

Pei Zhen walked out of the event venue and got into his car. Just as he was about to shut the car door, Fu Sichen grabbed the door and held it open. Great.

“Pei Zhen…” Fu Sichen was trying to catch his breath. “What’s wrong?”

Doing as he wished was very much in line with Pei Zhen’s personality, but it was different from his arrogance during peacetime. Fu Sichen was worried that Pei Zhen would start to avoid him.

“What?” Pei Zhen had long limbs, and in the car seat he seemed all cramped up. After a few drinks, his eyes were blurry. He cast a sidelong glance at Fu Sichen. “There’s nothing wrong.”

His fringe hung down and covered his eyes. Drowsy and relaxed, he seemed both agreeable and weak.

Immediately, Fu Sichen’s heart melted, and his tone softened. “You don’t like that I’m the producer?”

Pei Zhen didn’t reply but looked at him briefly before looking down again. His gaze fell onto Fu Sichen’s pair of big hands.

“The Persian cat… what happened to it?”

“What?”

“The cat.” The thought had been troubling Pei Zhen for days. Although it appeared as though he didn’t care, in reality, he was very concerned. “What happened to him after I woke up?”

After all the coaxing, it finally turned out that Pei Zhen was worried about the cat. Fu Sichen didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry; he could only feel overwhelming jealousy.

“It’s doing well, eating and drinking like normal. But why haven’t you shown any concern over me? On the day you woke up, I was drugged.”

“The drug that Lin Yousu used for her evil scheme worked, one mouthful of it and I felt its effect.”

Initially, Fu Sichen was worried about Pei Zhen and didn’t notice any physical difference. However, he realized it when Pei Zhen awoke.

His whole body was on fire, and he almost lost his ability to reason. The person he loved was right before him, but he didn’t dare to touch him.

He couldn’t bear to upset Pei Zhen even a little.

Pei Zhen recalled the day in the hospital and the look in Fu Sichen’s eyes when he awoke. With an expression of realization, he asked, “How did… how did you manage it?”

Fu Sichen smiled. With one hand on the car seat, he bent over and whispered in Pei Zhen’s ears, “I managed it while thinking of you.”

You are in my heart, my soul, my head…