Ouyang Hao was furious but had no choice but to relent. The old man had always been against him mingling in the entertainment industry. If Xiao Mu added fuel to the fire, he feared he would be dragged back by the old man and never be allowed to work in entertainment again.
"Alright, alright, Sis, you win, I’ll listen to you."
So, Ouyang Hao, who would never apologize to anyone, for the first time in his life, bowed his head and admitted his mistake to Director Lu. Xiao Mu, adding insult to injury, invited all the major media outlets and made a big splash of the event, airing the footage with a close-up. The next day, the news of his apology to Director Lu appeared on all the major front pages.
"The pop king finally bows."
"Music titan Ouyang Hao formally apologizes to Lu Xun."
"Ouyang Hao publicly issues an apology statement, the once wild stallion tamed by the old master."
Ouyang Hao stared at each glaring headline, so angry he could explode. What "wild stallion tamed by the old master"? What utter bullshit!
Ouyang Hao threw his phone heavily onto the sofa, glanced at the messy living room, and his anger intensified. All this humiliation was because of that wooden blockhead’s fault.
Damn it, where the hell has that damn blockhead been these days!
In fact, Lin Yixun hadn’t gone anywhere these days. She had been staying at home all the time. When Ouyang Hao’s call came, for some reason, she actually sighed in relief.
Lin Yixun had been bracing herself to be scolded, but she didn’t expect Ouyang Hao to say this, leaving her completely confused. She responded softly, "I... I’m at home."
"What are you still doing at home? My place is almost a garbage dump. Hurry up and come clean it up!"
"But, Mr. Ouyang, it’s already ten o’clock at night, I..."
"I what? I give you two hours. If you’re late, you’re dead meat!"
Before Mu Yi could respond, he had already hung up. Lin Yixun frowned at the now blank phone screen, her mind in a fog. Had Ouyang Hao really forgotten what happened a few days ago?
Was he planning to wait for her to go over, then settle accounts in the autumn?
No matter what Ouyang Hao was thinking, Lin Yixun still bit the bullet and went to Ouyang Hao’s apartment. Some things, whether you want to face them or not, you eventually have to confront.
She still had the key to the apartment. To her surprise, even though it had only been three days since she last cleaned, the place looked like a battlefield in Iraq.
"You’re here?" Ouyang Hao’s voice suddenly came from behind her.
Lin Yixun instinctively turned around, only to see Ouyang Hao appear behind her at some unknown time. Tonight, his attire was different from usual; he was dressed formally, in a suit and tie, and his hair was meticulously done. He held a crystal trophy in his hand, seemingly just back from an award ceremony.
"What are you staring at me for? Hurry up and get in there and clean!" Ouyang Hao snapped at her.
Lin Yixun shrank back, quickly entered the room, and escaped like a small wife into the utility room. After a while, she emerged with a vacuum cleaner.
Ouyang Hao lounged lazily on the sofa, playing with his phone, his eyes occasionally glancing at Lin Yixun. Watching her busy figure moving back and forth in the living room, Ouyang Hao’s mood greatly improved.
Though this blockhead was ugly and not pleasing to the eye, keeping her around to do some chores was barely acceptable.