Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Can You Hold a Grand Procession to Wed Me

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Pei Zhen’s parents were lecturers in a university. In addition, they specialized in Archaeology and were renowned in the field. Their peers knew them as “The Condor Heroes.”

The Condor Heroes were busy people. If they weren’t exploring the hills, then they were setting foot in a deep forest. It was only in recent years that things had changed. They had stopped going out into the fields, though they were still busy expanding their work internationally.

In archaeology, a trip lasted a year or more, and even short trips were in terms of months. Therefore, they were seldom home.

When Pei Zhen was in his second year of high school, he fell ill. At that time the Condor Heroes were digging graves in a remote area not covered by a mobile network and couldn’t be reached.

Fu Sichen’s parents, who were Pei Zhen’s next-door neighbors, were kind and took Pei Zhen in. They looked after him like he was their own.

At some point, for whatever reason, looking after Pei Zhen became Fu Sichen’s responsibility.

In the day he looked after Pei Zhen’s meals, and at night he looked after Pei Zhen’s rest. The Little Brat Pei seemed like he didn’t care. When he fell sick, he inevitably developed feelings of self-pity, believing that he was nobody’s child.

The Condor Heroes were eccentric and lacked human awareness.

How did he get through that period?

Was it with the help and comfort provided by Fu Sichen?

When Little Brat Pei was in his second year of high school, Genius Fu was in his first year.

Genius Fu excelled from a young age and continued to be quite the popular personality in university. At that time he was talent-scouted by the drama society and selected to be in the next play.

With Pei Zhen falling ill, Fu Sichen didn’t even think twice before heading home to look after him.

“No more pain, Pei Pei.”

“Everything will be alright, Pei Pei.”

“Pei Pei, big brother is here.”

Despite his youth, there had been a certain maturity in his voice, and when it was soft, there was a tenderness about it. His voice was like aged wine, like a voice from heaven, like the wind in April when Spring bloomed—it soothed Pei Zhen’s pain.

Thinking those thoughts while nestled in Fu Sichen’s embrace moved Pei Zhen, but he also felt shame.

His heart was racing, but being so close to Fu Sichen, Pei Zhen didn’t know if the heartbeat was his own or Fu Sichen’s.

He felt his face flush.

He tried to work his way out of the embrace and curl up in a ball. Yet, just as he was about to succeed, a large hand encircled him ruthlessly!

He had to.

Pei Zhen quietly rolled his eyes; it looked like he wasn’t going to let go.

“Who would have thought, the great Best Actor Fu is so attached to his pet.” After a lot of struggling and not being able to escape, Pei Zhen gave himself an excuse to justify his actions. “Fine, on the basis of our old friendship, I will grant you your wish this one time.”

After convincing himself (and who was he trying to kid), Pei Zhen finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A few days later, filming of The War of the Pets came to an end. A few of the celebrities had grown closer as a result of the teamwork and collaboration.

Of course, the same went for the pets—they too grew closer.

With the Husky as an example, the other pets were in awe of Pei Zhen the cat.

“Pei Pei, please tell me how to eat an orange.” The voice was coming from the young celebrity’s Inu Shiba, who was wagging his tail happily. “I really want to try it! Woof!”

“Pei Pei, teach me a few more profanities!” The parrot had taken to repeating “Beyond stupid” and was on a roll. “I want to learn more so that I can say them to the silly bird living next door.”

“And, and… Pei Pei, are you really not getting married?” The Best Actress’ cat had been watching too many period dramas and spoke in character. “I’m of marriageable age, can you hold a grand procession to wed me?”

“Get lost!” The Husky was considerably possessive and pushed the Persian cat behind him. “The master will not take in any more disciples! And the master will not get himself a wife!”

Pei Zhen was irritated. All of you get lost! I am human!