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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nXing Yu Media Company put up a big welcome when Best Actor Fu visited before, and the line-up was even larger when he arrived.

nThere was Best Actor Fu and his manager Wang Youquan.

nThe boss of Xing Yu Media was even more agitated. “Damn! Fu Sichen wasn’t there to sign up with our agency; he was there to spy!”

nIt wasn’t just him visiting; there was his star manager accompanying him!

n“Boss, I don’t think that was the case,” said Xiao Nian, whose artiste was still in a coma.

nXiao Nian grew nervous whenever he saw Fu Sichen. When he thought about it, he had previously found the guts to hang up on Fu Sichen!

nBut the heavens had its own will that surpassed man’ s—Xiao Nian happened to be the person Fu Sichen was after.

n“I want to see Xiao Nian.”

nThe moment Fu Sichen made this remark, the boss looked at Xiao Nian in a completely different light. “All the best, Little Nian Nian. I’ll take you to the “spa” upon successful completion of your mission.”

nXiao Nian wasn’t quite sure how to react.

nHe was once a chaste young man! Seriously!

nAs unwilling as the innocent young man was, he was forced to come face-to-face with Fu Sichen—alone.

n“Please spare me!” Xiao Nian wanted to clutch at his own face and cry. “It was my mistake! I really was in the wrong! Your lowly servant will never hang up on you again! Best Actor Fu…”

nFu Sichen slammed his palm on the table, causing Xiao Nian to jump and immediately shut up.

n“I’m not talking about the phone incident.” Fu Sichen looked around, expressionless. “Where is Pei Zhen?”

n“B-Best Actor Fu…” A bead of perspiration formed on Xiao Nian’s forehead. “P-Pei Zhen is in the hospital, isn’t he?”

n“Is that so?” Fu Sichen asked.

n“Y-Yes.” Xiao Nian looked at Fu Sichen in the eyes and then quickly looked away in fright. “Best Actor Fu, have you forgotten? P-Pei Zhen was in an accident…”

n“And what about Pei Pei?” Fu Sichen persisted.

n“What?”

n“Pei Pei. The Persian cat.”

nPersian… cat…

nXiao Nian turned white, sensing that nothing good was to come. He tried his best to remain calm, but couldn’t hide the trembling in his voice. “Pei… Pei…? Isn’t Pei Pei with you? I-I did not go near Pei Pei.”

n“Xiao Nian.” Fu Sichen turned around and ignited his lighter with a click. He lit his cigarette. “I hear you’re looking for a Shaman?”

nDamn.

nWhen Pei Zhen woke up, he didn’t see Fu Sichen around. There was only Wang Youquan.

nHe knew it was probably because of Fu Sichen’s order. Even if Wang Youquan was alone watching over the Persian cat, he did not dare to hold the cat.

nPei Zhen, still blurry from sleep, surveyed his surroundings and realized he was in a car. Looking out of the window, he saw skyscrapers rising from the ground. He felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at them.

nThis—wasn’t this his management agency Xing Yu Media Company!

nPei Zhen’s heart jumped into his throat, and he froze. What was Fu Sichen doing here!?

n“Pei Pei, are you looking for Sichen?” Wang Youquan asked when he saw the look of panic on the cat’s face. He forced a gentle smile. “Sichen is busy, but he’ll be back soon.”

nPei Zhen despised Wang Youquan’s over-zealous effort to act friendly. He was already anxious, and when Wang Youquan’s big face suddenly appeared, he jumped and nearly swiped his claws across it.

n“Geez! Can you wipe that disgusting smile off your face!”

nThe Persian cat launched an attack at Wang Youquan, who cried out loudly from being scratched. Fu Sichen returned. When he opened the car door, it was not a cat that greeted him enthusiastically, but a crying Wang Youquan.

n“Hubby, he has been bullying me again!”

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