Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Fu Sichen.”
Pei Zhen called out. He opened his eyes, but there was no sign of the young Great Genius, nor running track, nor frantic cheering.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar room, the familiar feeling of waking up in the night, and he was still a cat.
Pei Zhen instinctively turned his head to look.
Fu Sichen was gone.
He reached his paw out to feel the bedsheets—they were cold. He had no idea when he left.
Huh. Didn’t he fear having no income? He was as busy as ever!
He couldn’t say what he was feeling, but there was a sudden sense of loss.
There wasn’t anyone around. Pei Zhen took the liberty to be himself and laid on his back, limbs spread out in four different directions.
He stared at the ceiling in a daze, his mind a blank. After a while, Pei Zhen sluggishly got up from the position.
As usual, wearing his pet suit, he brushed his teeth and cleaned his face in the bathroom. After washing up, he trotted into the living room.
Xiao Nian had taken leave for the day, saying that he was going to meet with his ‘wife’.
And now, there was only Pei Zhen, the lone cat, in the huge apartment.
With a growling stomach, Pei Zhen thought about breakfast as he walked out. A gust of wind came through the balcony and blew a piece of loosely held down paper from the dining table onto the floor.
It drifted down and landed in front of Pei Zhen.
The black handwriting printed on the white piece of paper was amazing and beautiful.
“Made breakfast, in the fridge, heat up before eating.”
Pei Zhen looked at the note.
Fu Sichen’s writing was easily recognizable, and it warmed Pei Zhen’s heart, but he was still feeling guilty.
It was probably best not to dabble in or think about things that couldn’t be figured out.
Pei Zhen steeled himself and put off eating breakfast. The wind swept through again, catching the piece of paper and flipping it around.
“I lovingly prepared the breakfast, it would be irresponsible not to eat it.”
What freaking irresponsibility!
For the last few days, Pei Zhen felt that he had done nothing but roll his eyes. Although feeling depressed, it was breakfast that Fu Sichen had prepared, and Pei Zhen couldn’t bear letting it go to waste.
Considering that he was only a cat, Fu Sichen had placed the food on the lowest compartment of the fridge; even the microwave sat on the low coffee table.
Unfortunately, Pei Zhen was a real handicapped when it came to everyday life, and had to look for instructions on the internet—how hopeless.
Once he got onto the internet, he automatically logged into Weibo.
The hot search headlines were still about Best Actor Fu.
Wang Youquan did a good PR job and thought along a similar line as Pei Zhen—he had blamed the Persian cat for the posting the ‘Like’s’.
[How Mischievous Can A Drunk Persian Cat Get?]
It was a short 1000-word article, out of which most of it was describing how clever Best Actor Fu’s Persian cat was.
The summary said: “The Likes were posted accidentally by the Persian cat, Fu Sichen was unaware.”
At least some readers wavered in their opinion. After all, it was a deliberate clarification.
“It was really the Persian cat that posted the Like’s. How clever! Of all the comments, the cat picked those arguments denying the scandals?”
The pointed remark made people realize how lame the explanation was.
Very quickly, the questioning comment received ‘Like’s’. Not only that, Fu Sichen, who had been newly nick-named ‘Demon Liker’ just the day before, had sprung into action again!
He had posted a ‘Like’ on the comment.
Wang Youquan felt like dying.
It wouldn’t matter how many emergency rescue pills he took, his heart was pounding like crazy.
All the PR that he had so carefully put in place had gone to waste with that newly posted ‘Like’ by Fu Sichen!
“Fu Sichen? Are you really Fu Sichen? Or have you been possessed by Pei Zhen’s spirit?”