Initially, it had nothing to do with the cat. And now it was another significant mark in his acting career.
On the surface, he was Fu Sichen’s pet. In reality, this was a fate he couldn’t escape.
Ever since Fu Sichen’s mention of the ‘two sides of the Prince Regent,’ the Director was impressed. Seeing that there was a pet at hand, he readily agreed to Fu Sichen’s suggestion.
Realizing that he had to share the screen with his sworn enemy again, Pei Zhen initially put up a fierce struggle.
Fu Sichen didn’t even have to mention the possibility of spaying. He gave the cat an elusive look, and made an ambiguous statement, “Not acting? Fine. Let me kiss you.”
Kiss?!
Pei Zhen almost attacked again. But when he looked up into Fu Sichen’s eyes, he felt his blood rushing into his face.
The scene at the hospital flashed in his mind—the scene where Fu Sichen was holding him, or rather his body, and kissing him.
Fu Sichen’s mental retardation aside, even if he was just trying to play the part of a prince waking up his princess with a kiss, Pei Zhen still felt his heart rate quickening uncontrollably.
Hence, in that moment of emotional confusion, Pei Zhen was dominated and conquered by Fu Sichen. By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, he was in front of the camera.
Fu Sichen was still in his royal robe, and the background was the imperial garden in full bloom. The white Persian cat was wearing a specially tailored silk suit and was lying on the stone table in a leisurely manner.
We have guests.
Ever since the Prince Regent took control of the imperial court, guests had been streaming through the imperial residence.
Most of the visitors were there to suck up—the officials weren’t stupid. Now that the young emperor was isolated, he was no match for the Prince Regent.
“Ninth Prince.” Minister Shang Shu looked kind, but he was full of designs and intentions. “In the past, the emperor Yao abdicated his throne to Shun, who was not his bloodline successor. A capable leader should govern the country.”
His words were clever.
It was both a test and incitement.
From a certain perspective, the words could get him into deep trouble and cost him his life.
The Prince Regent sat back casually, not letting Minister Shang Shu finish what he was saying. He rested his chin on one hand, and the finger he was using to tease the tea leaves was slender and elegant.
He curled his lips in a slight smile, but it was emotionless.
“Minister Shang Shu is joking.” As the boiling water hit the tea leaves, their fragrance was released. The swirling mist blurred the handsome but cold features of the Prince Regent. “His Highness is a wise ruler, I only wish to be the loyal subject, and I’d be content to be named a dedicated subordinate after I pass on.”
The Prince Regent said that to express his lack of ambition. Turning to the Persian cat behind him, he signaled to the cat with a curl of his finger, calling out ‘Beauty.’
‘Beauty’ was astute. The moment his master signaled to him, he sprinted over quickly. Placing both his forepaws on the Prince Regent’s chest, he stuck out his little pink tongue to lick him.
The Prince Regent was a little more cunning and purposefully lowered his head, catching the cat’s lips with his own.
Flower tea on the parted lips, the cat and the man were a picture perfect.
“Cut.”
The imagery stopped at the kissing scene as the Director called for a break. He was impressed. “Good, this is great.”
Not only was Fu Sichen’s acting top-notch, but even his cat had a talent for acting!
“Teacher Fu, you have a good relationship with your cat.”
“The Prince Regent is very tender; I’ve fallen for a villain for the first time!”
“That last kiss was the ultimate… er… this is Best Actor Fu’s debut screen kiss?”
Who would have known, at the mention of this, the crowd suddenly realized it was his Debut! Screen! Kiss!!!
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