Chapter Twenty-Nine: Has Ouyang Junyan Escaped?!

The festival became quite popular, and the director of that variety show actually contacted Chen Chen personally, hoping he could bring Fang Zhiyin back to continue recording the program together.

“Director, you—” Chen Chen nearly cursed when he answered the call. “Didn’t we already terminate the contract?!”

“Contracts can always be re-signed!”

“I’m not agreeing to this.”

“Then how about you two come back for an episode as guest stars?” This director’s behavior was truly unexpected!

Later, when Fang Zhiyin heard about it from Chen Chen, she found the director’s request absurd, but then thought that appearing as a guest for one episode wasn’t out of the question.

Who could have guessed, since Chen Chen refused to budge and the director dared not approach Xiao Wu after the incident with Fang Zhiyin, he set his sights on Ouyang Junyan!

It happened to be when the twenty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan returned.

“Hey! Why aren’t you wearing anything?!” Fang Zhiyin came home to find her young husband sprawled naked on the bed. Furious, she grabbed a few pieces of clothing and tossed them at him, telling him to hurry up and get dressed.

She still hadn’t forgiven him for what happened with Chen Linlin!

Afraid she’d be angry, Ouyang Junyan quickly put on his clothes and tried to give her a big hug.

“You—” Fang Zhiyin deftly evaded him.

Ouyang Junyan pouted, then told her that the show’s director had just come by, and he… had agreed that Fang Zhiyin would appear as a guest on the show.

“What?!” Fang Zhiyin was furious. “Who gave you the right to make decisions for me?!”

“My dear wife, I’m your husband! Can’t I make decisions for you?” He was both shocked and aggrieved.

…He was her husband, but not the real one!

“You should have called me first, right?” Fang Zhiyin tried to restrain her urge to hit him.

“I… suddenly couldn’t remember your number,” he said pitifully.

Perhaps every time a personality of Ouyang Junyan returned, there was a bit of confusion. Fang Zhiyin wanted to explode, but after thinking it through, she calmed herself.

“What else did you agree to?” she asked.

“I told him I’d join you on the show,” he said dramatically. “The director agreed! He immediately faxed over the contract, and I’ve already signed both our names!”

What on earth?!

Fang Zhiyin’s vision darkened; she nearly fainted from anger.

Then, Ouyang Junyan hugged her tightly from behind. “My wife being on TV is such a big deal—I must support you as your husband! But you’re so beautiful; what if lots of men fall for you after the show airs? I have to appear with you, so everyone knows you’re taken!”

Thank you very much! Fang Zhiyin was speechless.

Her annoyance wasn’t about not wanting others to know she was married, but because she knew the real Ouyang Junyan hated participating in shows and hated his face being seen by so many strangers.

Even worse, the twenty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan had presumptuously settled it for her!

The contract was already signed!

Heavens, save her!

Chen Chen only later learned that Fang Zhiyin had concealed from him her plan to return to the show as a guest with her husband. He had previously refused the director’s offer, believing Fang Zhiyin was on his side.

For a moment, he felt Fang Zhiyin’s actions were a bit improper, but he kept it to himself, and Fang Zhiyin had no idea what was on his mind.

After all, their relationship was just that of a boss and a contracted author.

Fang Zhiyin worried whether the real Ouyang Junyan would return during the recording.

If it was him, she could at least explain and try to complete the show smoothly with him.

Of course, even if his true self wasn’t present, the twenty-five-year-old version would suffice. Even if they had to act as a loving couple on camera, it was only for a day. She could let her star-struck, drama-loving husband enjoy himself.

But man proposes, and God disposes.

No matter how much you hope, hopes often fall through.

Fang Zhiyin never expected that their guest episode would be filmed abroad. She and Ouyang Junyan were to depart later for Kathmandu, Nepal, to join the director and other guests.

At boarding, Ouyang Junyan was still the eager, puppy-eyed young man.

But midway through the flight, the eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan suddenly returned.

“You old woman!” The eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan opened his eyes to find himself on a plane, and was furious. “Where are you taking me now?!”

Fang Zhiyin, who had been asleep, was startled awake by his outburst.

A flight attendant rushed over to calm him. “Sir, are you experiencing any difficulties?”

“I want to get off the plane!” Ouyang Junyan shouted. “I have exams in two weeks! I need to study!”

Heavens!

Fang Zhiyin stood up helplessly, first apologizing to the flight attendant and nearby passengers, then pressing Ouyang Junyan back into his seat. “Sit down! If not for you, I wouldn’t be flying to Nepal with you!”

“What?! Nepal?!” Ouyang Junyan turned pale with fright. “Lady, why are you taking me so far?!”

…Ask yourself, brother!

“To record a show. It’s just for a day.”

“What?!” Ouyang Junyan nearly lost it. “Why is this happening?!”

Fang Zhiyin was at her wit’s end, unable to think of how to explain. “Calm down! I’ll explain everything when we land…”

An hour later, the plane landed on time at Chiang Mai airport.

At eighteen, Ouyang Junyan was young and impulsive. After disembarking, he kept pestering Fang Zhiyin about what was going on, but she was busy contacting the show’s staff and couldn’t answer him.

So, as they walked toward the exit, he sneaked away.

“Ouyang Junyan!!”

He had only the mind of an eighteen-year-old and had never been abroad! He was angry, but how could he dare to run off alone?!

The show’s car was waiting outside the terminal; Fang Zhiyin saw the director himself had come to greet them, but felt no joy or excitement.

Seeing her troubled expression, the director feigned concern. “Miss Fang, what’s wrong? Where is your husband?”

“He…” Fang Zhiyin opened her mouth and replied helplessly, “We had an argument on the plane. He went to the hotel alone.”

“How could that happen?!” The director looked puzzled.

Then Fang Zhiyin noticed the cameraman behind him, already filming. She recalled the director’s style—always catching people off guard, never asking permission before recording.

After a few seconds, the director suddenly had an idea and said, “Let’s head to the hotel now. With so many people around, Mr. Ouyang surely won’t be upset anymore.”

Director, you really know how to play!

Fang Zhiyin thought, heartbroken. But the problem was, she had no idea where he’d run off to…