Chapter Ten: How Long Are You Going to Keep Following Me?

Fang Zhiyin was stunned. What did he mean by that?

“Sir, your car is washed,” someone from the car wash approached.

“Mm, thank you. Let’s go home,” Ouyang Junyan said to Fang Zhiyin.

So much had happened that day, it felt as if Fang Zhiyin was meeting Ouyang Junyan anew for the first time.

“We’re home,” Ouyang Junyan said, a little weary.

“Alright.” Chen Meiyi was already exhausted, and after all those absurd events, she could only wish to collapse into bed and sleep for three days straight.

However...

As soon as they entered, a shrill scream rang out from the servants, “Sir! Madam! You’re finally back!”

What had happened?

Fang Zhiyin rushed in first and immediately saw chaos in their home—a complete mess. The servant sat on the floor, blood streaming from her forehead, clearly badly injured.

Ouyang Junyan helped her up, “What happened?”

“There… there was a thief! He broke my head, then ransacked the house!” the servant sobbed.

Fang Zhiyin’s mind went blank. First, a stranger chased their car on the way home, then they returned to find their house turned upside down. And then… she looked at Ouyang Junyan, who was similarly dumbfounded, gazing back at her.

“I’ll check what’s missing,” he said, as if he’d committed some grave error, hurriedly leaving the living room and heading for the bedroom.

Fang Zhiyin stood dazed for a moment before remembering to call the police.

…

The ordeal lasted for hours. After Fang Zhiyin called, the officers took ages to arrive, then spent a long time gathering evidence, but it seemed as if they did very little.

They took a statement, asked if they’d offended anyone lately or noticed anything suspicious, and then told them to call if anything else came to mind.

Fang Zhiyin thought to herself, it was even more perfunctory than a television drama.

Ouyang Junyan mentioned the incident on the way home, when a strange woman chased their car, hoping the police would put in some effort and catch the culprit soon.

But Fang Zhiyin felt he shouldn’t have brought that up; the two incidents might not be connected.

…

It was very late by the time the officers finally left. Fang Zhiyin felt utterly drained, desperate for sleep, yet unable to rest. The house remained in disarray, everything showing signs of being rifled through, but neither of them had the energy to clean up, deciding to leave it until morning.

Ouyang Junyan felt the same way. He hadn’t been to the company all day, and there was a mountain of work. He stayed glued to his computer, too busy for conversation.

Fang Zhiyin decided to make him some noodles in the kitchen.

Seeing Fang Zhiyin cook for him, Ouyang Junyan seemed surprised, “It’s so late, and you still aren’t resting?”

“So much happened today—I doubt I’ll sleep.” Fang Zhiyin placed the noodles beside him, uncertain if he’d eat, but wanting to do something for him.

For some reason, Ouyang Junyan was moved. “Thank you.”

“You’re being so formal again.”

“It’s not formality—I really want to thank you.” He turned away from the computer, fixing her with deep, dark eyes.

Fang Zhiyin paused, wondering if she was seeing things. How did Ouyang Junyan suddenly seem gentler?

That night, Fang Zhiyin considered waiting for Ouyang Junyan to sleep together. But he never returned to the bedroom; eventually, she fell asleep alone.

When she woke, it was a new day.

She was awakened by a loud banging on her door. Barefoot, she went to open it, only to find Ouyang Junyan glaring fiercely at her.

Her mind couldn’t process it, and for a moment, she couldn’t distinguish who was in front of her.

“You—”

“Explain yesterday to me!” His arrogant, domineering tone… Was this the eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan?

“Yesterday… what happened?” Fang Zhiyin feigned ignorance.

“I went to that UI meetup! Was dragged on stage! And you rushed up there too!” Ouyang Junyan looked as if he’d tear out his hair. “How did it come to this?!”

“Well…”

“If Nana hadn’t called me this morning, I wouldn’t have known… It must have been you, you old woman, who dragged me there yesterday, right?!”

Wait—

Who was Nana again?

“Excuse me, who exactly is Nana?” Fang Zhiyin asked, bewildered.

“Nana is my goddess… Why do you ask? Just explain yesterday!”

What?

So the eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan wasn’t just a virgin, he also had a crush on a girl!

Fang Zhiyin stared at him in shock. “You probably won’t believe it, but it’s exactly as you saw—yesterday you went to chase after a star, I tried to stop you, and ended up rushing onto the stage to drag you off.”

An eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan was so angry about yesterday; Fang Zhiyin couldn’t imagine how the thirty-five-year-old would react after seeing it…

“You… Let me take you back to school first!” Fang Zhiyin felt apprehensive.

Among Ouyang Junyan’s personas, the eighteen-year-old was the one she knew the least. He was the youngest, but for some reason, she was a little afraid of him and couldn’t explain why.

When Fang Zhiyin first met Ouyang Junyan, he was no longer a teenager; moreover, this split personality might not even be his true eighteen-year-old self!

Her head throbbed again.

“Hurry up and take me to school—I still need to get to the bottom of this,” Ouyang Junyan said, somehow producing a black backpack stuffed with books, heavy and solid.

Well, a model student indeed.

She resolved to ask the twenty-eight-year-old Ouyang Junyan about his eighteen-year-old inner world next time he returned…

For reasons she couldn’t fathom, Fang Zhiyin ended up sending Ouyang Junyan back to S University.

She remembered what the doctor had said when she took Ouyang Junyan to see him: no matter which personality surfaced, they had to act according to that persona’s status. The eighteen-year-old must do what an eighteen-year-old should—study, hang out in the library, and… chase girls.

“Chase girls?!” Now that she thought about it, it seemed almost ironic!

Yet she was curious—what kind of girl did the eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan like?

Upon arriving at S University, Fang Zhiyin had already informed the dean and the finance department, where Ouyang Junyan had previously studied and was now returning to attend classes, that he wanted to come back and learn but didn’t wish to be surrounded by too many students. So when she accompanied Ouyang Junyan into S University again, there wasn’t much unnecessary attention.

The dean and some professors believed Fang Zhiyin’s story.

But Ouyang Junyan didn’t appreciate her tagging along to his classes. As they neared the classroom, he turned back, glaring at Fang Zhiyin, “How long are you going to keep following me?”