Unlike the cat who had hit his head against the wall, the pastoral dogās injury was quite serious.
āIāve attended to the wounds.ā The vet stood up after bandaging the dog, looking quite concerned. āBut thatās not enough. He needs regular follow-up.ā
After he briefed them on things to take note of, the vet left. Out of courtesy, Fu Sichen had Wang Youquan escort the vet out.
There was only a human, a cat, a dog and a bird remaining in the living room.
While filming War of the Pets, the Persian cat had made a few friends among the pets. He couldnāt help it, the filming took place over a number of days.
But now?
He had been out for only a few hours, why did his Persian cat bring home so many strange animals?
āSpeak.ā Fu Sichen sat himself down on the sofa and stretched his arm along the top of the backrest. It was hard to tell if he was smiling. āWhat was that all about?ā
āIāll speak, Iāll speak!ā Seeing Fu Sichen up close in real life, the fat bird thought that he was better looking than in the pictures by far! Unable to contain himself, he shrieked as he flew towards Fu Sichen, āSweetheart! It was I who saved the dog! Thereās no need to reward me. Kiss me! Kiss me, and that would be more than enough!ā
The fat bird wouldnāt stop chirping. He puckered his beak and charged towards Fu Sichen. Pei Zhen, who was behind him, couldnāt react in time and watched wide-eyed as the fat bird targeted Fu Sichenāhe was enraged.
āStupid fat bird! Stop right there! Damn youā¦ā
Youāre not allowed to kiss Fu Sichen!
The last few words were caught in his throat, unable to make their way out. Pei Zhen didnāt understand his own reaction. Why was he so furious? Why did he care so much if Fu Sichen was going to be kissed?
What the hell.
Pei Zhen clutched at his own face in frustration. Perhaps he was better off not looking. Then he heard a sudden cry.
āHey! Ahhhhh! Greek god!ā
It was the fat bird.
Pei Zhen instinctively looked up and found that the fat bird, who was trying to take advantage of the situation to get close to Fu Sichen, had been swiped away by Fu Sichen.
With a smacking sound, the fat bird flew in a straight line and smacked against the wall. Immediately, his head spun, and he saw stars.
āIāve said it before. Iām very focused in my affections.ā Fu Sichen purposefully glanced at the Persian cat. āI only keep cats.ā
Pei Zhen fell silent.
Refusing to admit that he was feeling quite gleeful, he avoided Fu Sichenās eager gaze and went to take a look at the pastoral dog instead.
The treated pastoral dog looked a little more spirited and in better shape. He looked at Pei Zhen and whispered, āThank you.ā
When he first saw the Persian cat, the pastoral dog was timid. However, after coming into contact with it, he realized that the Persian cat was a great cat indeed.
āItās okay.ā Pei Zhen shook his head kindly. āIt was the fat bird who discovered you first. Although heās quite silly, he has a good heart.ā
āWho says I am silly? Bleh.ā The fat bird that was swiped aside tried to stand itself up. Flapping his wings, he flew to Pei Zhenās side. āIf not for my wittiness, I wouldnāt have been able to locate you.ā
Pei Zhen smiled without saying anything. He reached his paw out to pat down the dogās fur and patiently removed the bits of dirt on the pastoral dogās body.
As Fu Sichen watched the cat, he broke into a smile and suddenly felt better.
Pei Zhen.
The Pei Zhen in his memory was a gentle and kind youth.
Pei Zhen used to keep a pet, and it was a little dog.
The little dog was born with a defective leg and was heartlessly abandoned by its owner, with a sign that said āFor a kind soul to adopt,ā as if to lessen the guilt.
It was just a dog.
Fu Sichen had a cold personality towards such things, adopting an attitude that āthe individual has his own fate, and likewise for animals.ā
But Pei Zhen was unable to remain an observer.
He had taken the little dog home.
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