Chapter 129: The Romantic Sort of Like

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

B-boyfriend?

Wang Youquan suspected that, of late, he must be feeling his age. He kept hearing things.

Male… male friend perhaps.

Wang Youquan looked frantically for reasons on behalf of Fu Sichen. He searched his memory for every piece of evidence that proved Fu Sichen was straight. Plus there was the fact that Fu Sichen and Pei Zhen obviously didn’t get along. Even if he were gay, surely it wouldn’t be with Pei Zhen!

“Si… Sichen…” Wang Youquan gulped nervously. “I know you and Pei Zhen were childhood buddies. You like him… like a little brother…”

“Little brother?” Fu Sichen didn’t wait for Wang Youquan to finish before he scoffed. “Who wants a little brother? I like Pei Zhen—the romantic sort of like.”

Wang Youquan was stumped.

Boyfriend… fall in love… like…

The words were like a blazing fire that burnt into Pei Zhen’s ears, and his heart started to flutter madly.

Who wanted to be his boyfriend? Who agreed to date him? He was only speaking for himself, that stinker.

The Persian cat was just returning from the toilet. He placed his front paw on the room door, but after hearing the conversation didn’t enter the room.

His face was burning like it had been electrocuted. Pei Zhen retracted his paw and glanced back at the tightly shut door. He felt the room spinning. The word ‘boyfriend’ played repeatedly in his head.

He could no longer take it.

He had to stop thinking about it!

He lifted his paw and slapped himself, and then cried out in pain when it ended up harder than he intended.

“Who’s that!”

A voice asked sternly, footsteps following closely after.

Realizing that he was about to be discovered, Pei Zhen’s heart pounded. He retreated a few steps, turned around, and headed for the corridor. In his panic, he made a wrong turn into a resting room.

Tap, tap.

The footsteps continued to advance.

After all, Best Actor Fu had just made a startling statement, and it would have dire consequences if it fell on the wrong ears.

Wang Youquan’s personality was normally agreeable, but the him in that moment looked scarily cold.

“Wang Youquan?” Lin Yousu and her manager had just returned from the end of the day’s filming. Seeing that Wang Youquan was walking towards their resting room, their faces clouded over instantly. “Are you looking for me?”

Why would he look for her?

Lin Yousu was hoping that Wang Youquan was looking for her to discuss the possibility of creating a scandal involving Fu Sichen. She was waiting for him to make that request so that she had an opportunity to slam him.

“Nothing.” He cruelly dashed her hopes. Wang Youquan peered in the direction of the resting room; the door was tightly shut.

Maybe it was just him being overly-suspicious.

They couldn’t possibly be that unlucky, having someone overhear the moment Fu Sichen came out.

Comforting himself that way, Wang Youquan exchanged a few cordial remarks with Lin Yousu before he turned to leave.

“What exactly was he here for?” In the first place, Lin Yousu took it personally that Best Actor Fu’s manager had not accorded her the right level of respect. “How odd.”

“Yousu, there’s no point getting angry over an inconsequential person.” Checking to ensure that he had shut the door tightly behind them, he whispered, “He’s so full of himself, but it’s only because of who his boss is.”

Lin Yousu showed an annoyed expression and made no comments. In any case, Wang Youquan was not her target. She turned, lowered the back of her armchair, and said, “I’ll prove the scandal tonight, and it will be a slap in Fu Sichen’s face!”

“Yousu.” Her manager was rather curious. “How are you going to do that?”