Almost A Cat-astrophic Love Story Chapter 11: Do You Even Have A Conscience?

Fu Sichen wasn't in high spirits. Logically speaking, Pei Zhen should have been quite pleased with himself.

But in reality, Pei Zhen somehow overcame his laziness to walk out of the cage. Taking an agile leap upwards, the cat immediately nestled near Fu Sichen's body.

Having exerted too much force during the jump, the cat landed higher up on Fu Sichen's lap than he had antic.i.p.ated. He wasn't too sure if he was overthinking things, but Pei Zhen seemed to notice that the temperature was a little higher where their bodies made contact.

Cr*p. He felt like putting some distance between them.

Only, if he were to back away now, would it upset Fu Sichen even further? Not only would he have been dumped by someone, even his cat would have treated him with disdain.

Although Pei Zhen looked like he was calmly lying there, he was actually panicking in his heart. Before he could make the decision on whether to stay or leave, the doorbell rang.

Thank G.o.d.

Pei Zhen acted like he was surprised, and took the opportunity to get up and keep his distance.

Fu Sichen gave the cat a quick rub before getting up to open the door.

It was w.a.n.g Youquan, Fu Sichen's manager.

w.a.n.g Youquan was carrying vegetables in his left hand, meat in his right, and a bag of cat litter over his shoulder. Breathless, he glared at Fu Sichen as though Fu Sichen had killed his father.

"Thanks." Fu Sichen took the vegetables and meat from w.a.n.g Youquan, and directed him where to place the cat litter. After that, Fu Sichen said, "You can go now."

"Wait a second." w.a.n.g Youquan looked tall and well-built, with taut muscles hidden under his white s.h.i.+rt. However, this picture of masculinity was completely ruined the moment he spoke. His voice was extremely gentle. "Fu Sichen, do you even have a conscience?"

w.a.n.g Youquan had problems with his vocal cords, but it had gotten better in recent years. In the past, people would even mistake his voice for that of a woman if they hadn't seen his face.

But even if things had gotten better now, the tone of his voice was still very gentle, even when he was angry.

Fu Sichen scoffed, giving two dollars to his manager, "Here's a tip for helping me run my errands. Buy yourself some mineral water from the mall downstairs."

"Tsk." Even though w.a.n.g Youquan still found his att.i.tude to be quite demeaning, he kept the two coins in his hands. Unaware of Fu Sichen's mood, w.a.n.g Youquan shut the door behind him. "Are you really keeping a cat?"

Fu Sichen had stuck a bandage on his chin, and there were also a few fresh scratches on his arm. w.a.n.g Youquan reluctantly forgave him for pus.h.i.+ng back his work.

"Yup." Fu Sichen confirmed as he took the vegetables and meat into the kitchen. "Pour the cat litter into the cage." Fu Sichen was used to giving out orders.

In the end, w.a.n.g Youquan was still too soft-hearted. With an air of resignation, he picked up the bag of cat litter.

As he walked closer, he spotted the Persian cat on the sofa.

It was pure white, without any other color mixed in. It had stunning crystal blue eyes.

"This is the cat that you got from Lin Yousu? The one that Pei Zhen saved?" Thinking of the reports in the media, w.a.n.g Youquan felt really sorry for Pei Zhen, "Can you imagine getting into an accident because of a cat. Anyone who didn't know any better would have thought that it was all just a publicity stunt."

Take himself, for instance.

When he first heard the story, his first thought was that it was fake.

His artiste, Best Actor Fu, and this Pei Zhen guy, had never gotten along. Now that Fu Sichen had received the award for Best Actor yet again, it wouldn't be surprising if Pei Zhen had tried to create a situation to divert the public's attention away.

Only now, Pei Zhen was really lying in the hospital.

But because Pei Zhen wasn't his artiste, w.a.n.g Youquan only felt a twinge of regret. After filling up the cage with litter, he wanted to pet the cat.

Even some purebred cats don't have this kind of pure white coloring. It was really rare to see one in-person.

"Good kitty kitty." Thinking that he could play with the cat, w.a.n.g Youquan had even brought a cat toy with him. He ran towards the sofa. But, the Persian cat that had been quietly and lazily relaxing just moments earlier suddenly lashed out, viciously scratching him!