Chapter Eighteen: Choose Between Me and That UI!

"Ouyang Junyan!" Fang Zhiyin was so furious that she yelled directly at him, "You're a grown man, the CEO of Ouyang Group! How can you go back on your word?!"

Wouldn't everyone in the company mock him if they heard this?

In fact, everyone else in the office was quietly listening from the sidelines, because they all felt that Ouyang Junyan had been acting strangely these past few days—alarming, even! However, because of his status, it was hard to say anything to his face. Now that Mrs. Ouyang had come to the company and was willing to fight for the legitimate rights and benefits of ordinary employees, even though no one dared to say anything aloud, everyone was secretly delighted.

Ouyang Junyan stared coldly at Fang Zhiyin, about to say something, when suddenly his vision went black and he collapsed right onto her.

What the heck?!

Fang Zhiyin could only catch this "foolishly" tall man in her arms, but then realized—would he turn into someone else again in a moment? If he "transformed" in front of the staff, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Everyone, please wait a moment. Your president has fainted from the tug-of-war. Let me help him to his office!" With that, Fang Zhiyin dragged him inside.

Staring at the unconscious Ouyang Junyan, Fang Zhiyin was at a loss for how to wake him up. She truly hoped that, when he came to, it would be the real Ouyang Junyan.

Seconds ticked by, the people outside still waiting...

After thinking for a dozen seconds, Fang Zhiyin rushed out and came back with half a bucket of water. Without hesitation, she dumped it over him.

"Ah!!" Ouyang Junyan woke up at once.

Fang Zhiyin immediately tossed aside the bucket. "Which Ouyang are you?"

"You..." Ouyang Junyan was about to curse, but when he saw it was his beloved wife who had drenched him, his expression changed in an instant. "Honey!!"

Well then, the only one who called her "honey" in such a syrupy way was the twenty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan.

"Where is this?" The twenty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan, unaware that he owned such a massive company, looked around curiously, only to be quickly pushed back onto the sofa by Fang Zhiyin.

"You don't know where this place is?" Fang Zhiyin could already guess most of it from his behavior, but still wanted to confirm.

"I have no idea!"

"So, what job do you do now?" The moment she asked, Fang Zhiyin wanted to bite her own tongue. But she really didn't know—she had to ask.

"I..." But no matter how she pressed, he refused to answer. Internally, he was wondering why his beloved wife didn't remember what he did for a living.

"You still haven't answered me! Where are we right now?"

"This is... our family's company!"

"Hmm?" Ouyang Junyan looked completely confused. "Honey, are you running a fever?" He reached out to feel her forehead. "Didn't your father buy the only house we live in? How could we possibly afford a company..."

Enough! Clearly, they were not from the same world.

"Go out there right now and shout, 'From today forward, all military training is canceled!' Then I'll take you home!"

"What? Why?!"

"Don't ask why!" With that, Fang Zhiyin shoved Ouyang Junyan out. Under her deathly glare, he stammered out the words she had just taught him.

As soon as he finished, everyone was stunned.

Fang Zhiyin quickly apologized to the staff, "Alright, it's already late. Everyone go home and rest! No more overtime from now on either!"

Once home, Fang Zhiyin immediately asked Ouyang Junyan about that UI matter.

"Uh?" Ouyang Junyan's face instantly assumed an expression of complete ignorance. "Honey, I suddenly don't understand what you're saying."

"Your relationship with that UI isn't simple, is it?" Fang Zhiyin couldn't be bothered with pretense and cut straight to the point. "And did you offend her before?"

Hearing this, Ouyang Junyan's entire body tensed and he began to tremble.

Fang Zhiyin scrutinized the twenty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan like a tiger eyeing its prey. All she knew was that he seemed like a harmless puppy, was a fanboy, and had some complicated connection with that little idol called UI.

Other than that, she knew very little about her own husband.

Thinking about it, she found it rather sad.

"Am I your wife?" Seeing him remain silent, Fang Zhiyin pressed further. "If you don't explain yourself today, I'll just divorce you."

"What?!" It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. Ouyang Junyan was shaken to the core. "No, no! We can't get divorced!"

"Then are you going to tell me or not?!"

"I'll tell you..." Ouyang Junyan nearly fell to his knees before her. "I... I'm actually the president of UI's fan club."

It took Fang Zhiyin a few seconds to process his words. She immediately pressed her finger to her philtrum to keep herself from passing out—or rather, to keep from fainting on the spot.

Unbelievable!

How could this twenty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan be even harder to handle than the eighteen-year-old version?

"Honey! Please don't be mad, okay?"

Isn't this what men always say when they've done something wrong?

"Ouyang! Do you even know how old you are?!" After a long moment, Fang Zhiyin finally came to her senses. "It's bad enough you chase after celebrities behind my back! And you even dragged me to that fan meeting! Now you're telling me you're the president of her fan club?!" She felt like she was about to lose her mind. "And do you spend a lot of money on her every month?!"

At this last question, Ouyang Junyan fell silent, his face turning as pale as a sheet. "Not... not that much, I guess."

"How much?!"

Fang Zhiyin was so angry she felt steam coming out of her ears—at least, that's how it seemed to her. To Ouyang Junyan, all he saw was her blazing fury.

"A f-few thousand..."

"You..." Upon hearing his answer, Fang Zhiyin's vision went black and she fainted on the spot.

She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious, but when she woke up, it was already dark outside. Her seemingly innocent puppy of a husband had prepared a table full of dishes, waiting in the room for her to wake up so he could personally feed her as an act of apology.

Was that supposed to make up for it?

Fang Zhiyin soon felt a fresh wave of anger. "Ouyang Junyan! I want you to resign from that fan club presidency immediately!"

"Honey! I can't quit!" Ouyang Junyan pleaded again. "Why do you insist I resign?"

"It's either that UI or me—you can only choose one!" Fang Zhiyin rolled her eyes at him irritably. "If you keep chasing after celebrities, I'll say it again—divorce!"