Chapter 38: Don't Hurt My Wife!

What?!

Fang Zhiyin and Ouyang Junyan both turned pale with fright.

The "driver" immediately grabbed something and sprayed it wildly into the back seat.

Fang Zhiyin and Ouyang Junyan passed out.

...

She didn’t know how much time had passed before Fang Zhiyin slowly regained consciousness.

However, when she opened her eyes, she realized that someone had blindfolded her.

Panic-stricken, she instinctively called out.

"Ouyang Junyan?!" she cried out, calling his name.

No one answered her.

After a while, someone approached, but ignored her cries. Instead, they pushed her into a small single room.

"Hey! What are you doing bringing me to this place?" Fang Zhiyin shouted anxiously. "Where’s my husband? Where did you take him?!"

The person who had just pushed her finally grew impatient. "Quiet!"

"Who are you?"

Again, no one responded.

The entire night passed. Aside from the person who had shoved her and occasionally brought delicious food and drinks to ensure she didn’t starve, nothing else happened.

Fang Zhiyin could smell the aroma of the food, but her eyes were covered—how was she supposed to eat? She was also afraid the food was drugged. But after two or three hours, hunger got the better of her, and she resorted to using her hands to feel her way and eat.

Surprisingly, the food was quite good—not like the ordinary takeout from outside. But strictly speaking, it was still far inferior to what her twenty-five-year-old puppy of a husband, Ouyang Junyan, could cook.

Sigh, would he call the police when he returned home and found her missing? What were the babies doing now?

Near midnight, Fang Zhiyin didn’t even know how she fell asleep. Suddenly, she heard soft footsteps at the door.

With her eyes covered, her hearing had grown sharper. She snapped her eyes open.

Then, at last, someone removed her blindfold.

"Ah!" Fang Zhiyin was startled by the sudden return of light. In front of her stood a stranger, dressed in a suit with slicked-back hair. She could only gasp, "Who are you?!"

"I’m the one who brought you here," he said coolly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"I... Do you know me, or do I know you? Or did I offend you?" Fang Zhiyin, breathless and bewildered, asked, "Sir, you must have got the wrong person!"

Could it really be, after all this fuss, that he had caught the wrong person?

"I didn’t get the wrong person. No, I should say I got the right one. You were accidentally brought along. Sorry. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here for a while," he replied, still calm, as if discussing something unrelated.

Nonetheless, he was polite to Fang Zhiyin.

Fang Zhiyin stared at him, dumbfounded. "You mean Ouyang Junyan? Did he offend you?"

"Haha, I can’t tell you just yet," he actually chuckled.

Fang Zhiyin grew angry. "I’m his wife! I’m certain I’ve never met you! Are you slandering my husband?"

"Such marital devotion," he said lazily, clapping sarcastically. "He’s your husband, but as far as I know, he only married you to leverage your family’s influence for his own comeback. Besides, he doesn’t love you. He has an unrelated ‘sister,’ Tian Lisha, who’s always been fond of him..."

At these words, Fang Zhiyin’s heart sank. She dared not speak.

Who was this man? How could he know so much about Ouyang Junyan?

"Where is he now?" Fang Zhiyin’s voice trembled.

"Don’t worry, he’s safe—in another room."

"Then—"

"Why do you have so many questions?" The man was slightly surprised. "Oh, right, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Lin Zilong."

Fang Zhiyin rolled her eyes dramatically at Lin Zilong—what did she care about his name?

"Alright, since it seems you love Ouyang Junyan very much, I’ll have him brought to this room now." With that, Lin Zilong made a phone call.

Five minutes later, two people entered.

"Fang Zhiyin!"

Lin Zilong turned his head.

Fang Zhiyin looked up.

Ouyang Junyan was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed in by Lin Zilong’s men. He was surrounded by a powerful, oppressive aura.

Fang Zhiyin was shocked—this was the thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan?

Unlike Fang Zhiyin, Lin Zilong’s men had bound Ouyang Junyan’s hands and feet, forcing him to sit in the wheelchair, helpless.

Fang Zhiyin could hardly believe her eyes. "Lin Zilong! Why have you tied him up like this?!"

"I’m afraid he’ll hit me," Lin Zilong replied—whether serious or joking, she couldn’t tell.

"I really do want to kill you right now," Ouyang Junyan said, never having suffered such "treatment" before, furious to the point of bursting.

But at that moment, seeing Fang Zhiyin safe in another room, and noticing the plates of leftovers before her, he guessed she must have eaten her fill. His anger eased a little.

"Are you alright?" Ouyang Junyan asked, looking at Fang Zhiyin.

"I... I’m okay..." Fang Zhiyin was at a loss for words, seeing him like this for the first time, her feelings a tangled mess.

Yet this man—the thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan—no matter the circumstances, still exuded a "lordly, most arrogant" aura.

She couldn’t help but admire him...

"I heard you want to catch me, though I don’t know who you are." After a moment, the "lord" spoke calmly to Lin Zilong. "Since your target is me, there’s no need to involve innocent people. Let her go."

"Don’t worry, this is between you and me, nothing to do with women," Lin Zilong answered coldly.

A feud?

Fang Zhiyin was still in shock. Did Ouyang and Lin Zilong really have some history?

The thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan truly didn’t know Lin Zilong. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his gaze cold enough to kill.

"Don’t hurt my wife." The tone was that of a domineering CEO’s command, allowing no argument.

In that instant, Fang Zhiyin thought this thirty-five-year-old Ouyang was indescribably handsome!

"Ouyang, come with me! Your wife will stay here for now; my men will take good care of her." With that, Lin Zilong strode out of the room.

Fang Zhiyin and Ouyang both froze.

"You stay here. Once I’ve settled things, we’ll go back together," Ouyang Junyan said thoughtfully.

When he said "we’ll go back together," Fang Zhiyin felt a sudden tightening in her chest, an inexplicable surge of emotion.

"Be careful!" Fang Zhiyin called to Ouyang.

"Mm."

Ouyang Junyan had his wheelchair pushed, following Lin Zilong back to the room where he’d been held.

"Long time no see," Lin Zilong finally turned and spoke coolly to Ouyang in the wheelchair.

Ouyang Junyan snorted, not even looking up at Lin Zilong. "I don’t know you! Say what you have to say, and say it quickly!" He spoke each word with icy contempt, spitting them out through clenched teeth.