Chapter 126: Requires the Lover’s Blood

Fu Sichen had insisted on staying in a hotel during the recent filming jobs.

One couldn’t imagine why, when the filming location was a three-hour drive away, he didn’t want to stay in a hotel; but now when the drive was just half an hour away, he insisted on staying in one.

Oh, because the filming location was near the hospital. He even selected the hotel closest to the hospital.

It was no more than 200 meters away, and a costly five-star hotel.

Wang Youquan was worried to death.

Although Fu Sichen was in the Best Actor league and had a high status, he had never been lavish or made difficult requests of the filming crew.

To save on cost, the filming crew had selected a normal hotel. Wang Youquan didn’t want to kick up a fuss.

“What are you thinking?” Fu Sichen flicked an AMEX Black Card at Wang Youquan. Carrying the Persian cat in his arms, he had his usual icy look. “I’ll pay for myself.”

That silenced Wang Youquan.

He looked at Fu Sichen and the cat walking towards the hospital and couldn’t even begin to understand. Since when was his Best Actor on such close terms with the enemy’s potential Best Actor?

The candidate was still in a coma.

They had hit a patch of tough luck. Xiao Nian had announced that Pei Zhen was recuperating and would be making a comeback soon.

But who knew how long ‘soon’ was going to be?

The entertainment line was different from other industries. If they wanted to go far, the celebrities had to work hard to maintain their popularity and to clinch advertisement deals. Without enough exposure, no amount of planning would help.

Ever since the accident, Pei Zhen’s popularity was indeed plunging. Apart from the die-hard fans, many of the other fans had already started to move on.

Wang Youquan couldn’t help but give another sigh.

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Forget it, if Fu Sichen wanted to visit, let him do so. No matter what, they were childhood buddies once. Even if they were enemies, they shouldn’t hate each other completely.

Fu Sichen would never guess that his own manager was such an imaginative man.

He had given the jade pendant, which was rumored to be magical, to the Persian cat awhile back. He was hoping that Pei Zhen would quickly become a human again, but alas, Pei Zhen was still a cat.

But whatever it was, as long as it was Pei Zhen, he would be adorable no matter what he became.

It was only that a human being was much softer to kiss.

For a long time, Fu Sichen had hidden in his heart secret images of intimacy with Pei Zhen. Of course one couldn’t tell by looking at him. He looked so decent and polite.

“Why is he still a cat?” Placing Pei Zhen on the bed, his eyebrows knit into a frown. He bent over and asked Pei Zhen, “Did you feel anything changes after wearing the jade pendant?”

Not a freaking bit!

Pei Zhen rolled his eyes and then moved his paws over the keyboard to type out a message: [Look for a Taoist priest. The monks cannot be trusted, and I’m more of a Taoist.]

Blessed my foot! That must have been a lie!

Fu Sichen rubbed his nose and pursed his lips in a slightly embarrassed manner. He didn’t want to cause Pei Zhen any awkwardness by telling Pei Zhen the fact that the pendant was from a Taoist source.

“I’m looking for both a Taoist priest and a Shaman.” Fu Sichen took out some research materials as he said, “Pei Pei, I saw this—I heard that this talisman is quite powerful.”

There was a picture of a yellow talisman on the mobile screen. The scrawlings were complicated, and at first glance, it all looked legit. However, upon looking further down, Pei Zhen read a line ‘the red ink for writing the talisman requires the lover’s blood’, and he automatically gave a bitter laugh.

What the heck.

Was the self-professed lover Fu Sichen going to dig his own heart out?

Pei Zhen looked at Fu Sichen with an expression full of ridicule, and an arrogance that issued the challenge ‘come then, dig out your own heart if you dare.’ Fu Sichen only gave a slight smile as he took a needle to prick his finger.

“The vessels of the fingers lead to the heart. The blood from the fingertips would be alright.”

Speechless.