Chapter Thirty-Three: Are You Jealous?

Who could have imagined that the person screaming and shouting midair wasn’t Fang Zhiyin—it was Ouyang Junyan!

“Ahhh!” His shout nearly deafened Fang Zhiyin, who was clinging to him.

“Ouyang! Weren’t you the one who wasn’t afraid of heights?” As they were pushed down by gravity, the sensation of free fall made Fang Zhiyin’s head spin. She wanted to scream herself, but his thunderous voice left her too intimidated to utter a sound.

In a few seconds, her fear seemed to fade. Ouyang Junyan held her so tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.

“You…” Fang Zhiyin’s cheeks flushed, feeling his grip. She wanted to ask him to let go, but that was impossible now. Besides, she was the only one who could help him calm down in this moment.

“Fang Zhiyin…” Ouyang Junyan held her, trembling, and said, “I only agreed to play this crazy game because of you…”

“I know.”

“How will you repay me?” Suddenly, he whispered breathlessly in her ear.

What? Fang Zhiyin was stunned.

Ten seconds later, the ropes strapped to their bodies pulled them back. She and Ouyang Junyan swung back and forth at the bottom of the mountain, swaying for several minutes before gradually coming to a stop.

Fang Zhiyin had no idea how long the entire process lasted. Others said it happened in the blink of an eye, but for her, it felt as if half her life had plunged with that leap. And being tethered together with Ouyang Junyan—words failed her.

She still remembered her legs were weak when she came up, but after landing safely, she was fine. Who would have guessed Ouyang Junyan was the truly frail one? He collapsed on the ground for over an hour before regaining his composure. Fang Zhiyin had no intention of accompanying him; if he weren’t her husband, she would have left long ago.

“The domineering CEO is afraid of heights but loves his wife dearly, willing to play a game he fears for her sake. He truly embodies the spirit of ‘True Love Adventure.’” The production team was already planning to add such a caption in post-production.

“Fang Zhiyin, stay one more day with me,” the CEO finally recovered and began to make demands of his wife.

“Our flight is in the afternoon,” Fang Zhiyin replied, exasperated.

“We don’t have to return with the production team.”

“But I want to leave with them.” Fang Zhiyin couldn’t be bothered to argue.

“After this, I never want to see the words ‘bungee jump’ again in my life! Never!” Ouyang Junyan declared fiercely.

His implication was clear: he risked his life for her, and felt Fang Zhiyin was being ungrateful.

“Didn’t you agree to jump with me just to show off on the show?” Fang Zhiyin asked.

“I said it was for you—do you believe me?” After a while, Ouyang Junyan spoke again. “Hmph! You don’t believe me, do you?”

…What reason do you give me to believe you?

Fang Zhiyin insisted on going to the airport with the production team, but once there, Ouyang Junyan complained of feeling unwell and wanted to postpone their return by a day.

“You’re not faking illness, are you?” Fang Zhiyin was stunned.

The director’s assistant sensed something was wrong. “Mrs. Ouyang, Mr. Ouyang’s face is very red.”

Fang Zhiyin looked up and indeed saw Ouyang Junyan’s face flushed.

He wasn’t faking! Fang Zhiyin quickly took the suddenly feverish Ouyang Junyan to the hospital. The doctor prescribed some fever medicine, but he insisted on getting an IV drip.

“Do I have to stay and keep you company while you get your injection?” Fang Zhiyin asked.

“Do you want to leave me here alone?” Ouyang Junyan’s flushed face looked so different from usual.

“If I leave, you will…”

“I’ll beg you not to go!” Who would imagine that thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan was not only afraid of heights, but also of injections? Yet to recover quickly, he chose to stay in the hospital for the IV drip. “You want to go back soon, right? If my fever doesn’t break, how can I go home with you?”

“Again, for my sake?” Fang Zhiyin was incredulous. “Have you suddenly turned over a new leaf?”

“I’m afraid of injections, all right?”

Oh…

Fang Zhiyin reluctantly agreed to stay and accompany him during the IV drip.

The drip would take at least two or three hours. During that time, Fang Zhiyin acted as an errand runner and bought some porridge. Ouyang Junyan had no appetite, but after a while, he curved his lips playfully, “Will you feed me?”

“Ouyang! Don’t push your luck!” Fang Zhiyin shouted.

“How could I possibly have the strength to eat right now?” Ouyang Junyan looked pitiful, like a puppy being petted. “You know, I’m not often this agreeable.” His voice was weak and soft. “Once my fever’s gone, I’ll go back to being the CEO everyone avoids.”

“At least you’re self-aware,” Fang Zhiyin glared at him. “So why are you so easy to please now?”

“Because I’m sick, and I’m vulnerable,” he whispered.

“You’re like a child right now.”

“Isn’t that good?” Ouyang Junyan smiled tiredly. “Just think of it as taking care of a child.”

Fang Zhiyin was still unwilling to humor him, but Ouyang Junyan refused to eat the porridge himself. Not wanting to watch it grow cold, she took a deep breath. “Remember, I’m only feeding you this time because I choose to.”

Hearing her words, Ouyang Junyan chuckled mischievously. Though his face was whiter than paper, his smile remained handsome. “Hey, I was willing to bungee jump for you—can’t you do this small thing for me?”

“Enough talking! Open your mouth!” With that, Fang Zhiyin picked up the porridge she’d bought, holding the paper bowl in one hand, scooping a spoonful with the other, and brought it to his lips.

Ouyang Junyan didn’t open his mouth right away. He gazed at her with deep, searching eyes.

Fang Zhiyin blushed furiously, her hand growing tired. “Are you going to eat or not?”

“Fang Zhiyin, let me ask you a question first.” In the next moment, Ouyang Junyan, like a child, posed another query.

“Hurry up!”

“Have you fallen in love with another man?”

What?! Fang Zhiyin was dumbfounded. If her hands weren’t full, she might have reached out to touch his face to check if he was feverish… Oh right, he was feverish! Why else would he be in the hospital for an IV drip?

Ouyang Junyan’s inexplicable question left her feeling unsettled.

“Why won’t you answer me? Did I guess right?” Ouyang Junyan’s eyes widened incredulously.

Was Ouyang Junyan… jealous?

Fang Zhiyin immediately shook her head, pushing the thought away. Thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan was like a control freak—domineering and unyielding, demanding no one ever contradict him. How could he possibly be jealous?