Chapter 115: The Stinker Obviously Had Ulterior Motives!
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Of all things, he was afraid of a Persian cat.
If the news got out, heâd be a laughing stock.
But the fact was Lin Xuan was afraid.
The fear and pain were completely unforgettable!
For that reason, when Pei Zhen looked at Lin Xuan, he staggered and almost fell. âThis cat⌠it⌠itâŚâ
Lin Xuan wanted to tell them to take the cat away, but Fu Sichenâs mind suddenly seemed to be elsewhere; as if Dementors had stolen his soul, he was completely ignoring Lin Xuan.
His full attention was on the Persian cat.
Just before, he was cold and emotionless; but Fu Sichen became full of tenderness as deep as the abyss, eternal like the galaxy; it was easy to fall captive with just one look.
Pei Zhen started to flush from Fu Sichenâs long stare. He couldnât tolerate it and moved awkwardly to avoid the gaze.
What was he staring at, heâd never seen a handsome cat?!
Ever since Fu Sichen confessed his feelings, heâd been a bit elated and smug. Previously, he had been more subtle, but he could be bold and upfront with things out in the open.
Shameless!
Pei Zhen rolled his eyes fiercely, and at the same time, he wanted to slap himself.
He must have been mad to think that Fu Sichenâs computer password, his screensaver, keeping his old school notes and such, was Fu Sichen being narcissistic!
The Stinker obviously had ulterior motives!
âThe pastoral dog belongs to me, and I have to take him with me.â That hateful voice broke the awkward silence between Best Actor Fu and the Persian cat. Lin Xuan turned jittery in the knees when he looked at the cat, so he put up a commanding front. As if to show his amiability, he tried to coax the dog to come back to him. âHuan Huan, letâs go. Your Mummy misses you.â
The moment he called âHuan Huanâ, the pastoral dogâs legs gave way, and he was sprawled on the floor, whimpering away.
âIâm not going back. I donât want to go back there. Please donât hit me. I will behave myself.â
Even if people didnât understand dog language, they would have figured out the message just by looking at the pastoral dogâs behavior.
One could imagine how much this loyal pastoral dog must have suffered to become so fearful.
âHow much?â Fu Sichen, who couldnât look away from the Persian cat, finally spoke after the cat gave him a fierce stare back. âHow much will you sell the dog to me for?â
âYou⌠Do you really want to buy my dog? I-I knew you stole him. YouâŚâ Lin Xuan was taken by surprise at Fu Sichenâs suggestion.
âYou can think whatever you wish.â Fu Sichen was not in the mood to indulge in a conversation with Lin Xuan. âAs long as we can save the dog, just name the price.â
Lin Xuan opened his mouth, but at that moment no words came out.
When he tried to speak again, the stares from the people who had gathered around put him on the spot. He dithered and couldnât bring himself to quote a price; neither did he want to leave with nothing.
âBest Actor Fu, sell the dog to me.â
âSell it to me. Iâm not fussy, and the pastoral dog is very cute.â
âI promise I will take good and loving care of him, itâs true. Iâve always wanted a pet dog.â
Words of kindness rang out, and every word was like a slap on Lin Xuanâs face.
He recalled the scene when they first adopted the pastoral dog.
It was tiny, squishy and cute. It was a good-looking puppy with a soft bark and watery eyes.
At first, he quite liked the pastoral dog and was curious about it. However, when he later found out that the dog wasnât of pedigree, he grew to loathe it.
But dogs would be dogs, and the pastoral dog was very lovable.
Lin Xuan was ashamed and felt his face burning, and ceased trying to be difficult. So when no one was paying attention, he retreated and made a quick getaway.
Woof!
The pastoral dog suddenly dashed towards Lin Xuan like a streak of lightning!
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