"Honey, you're so handsome!"

"Honey, I love you!"

"Honey, you sing so well."

In the audience, the fans around me were shouting crazily. I couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, my husband is so popular. I'm happy and a little jealous."

The girl next to me gave me a thumbs-up.

"Sis, you really sound like Mrs. Mitchell."

I was overjoyed. 'Mrs. Mitchell, that's a nice title.'

On the stage, Zayn was dressed in a white suit and singing while playing the piano.

His voice was like a fine wine that had been brewing for many years, and it intoxicated everyone present.

His slender fingers had distinct bones, like exquisite porcelain, which were artistic.

"He's so handsome." I wiped the corner of my mouth, for fear that my saliva would flow down.

I went to every one of his concerts and was never tired of it.

In the end, I raised the camera in her hand and took a picture of this beautiful scene.

'He'd gain tens of thousands of fans once I posted the photos on Twitter.' I looked at the pair of delicate hands in the photo and said proudly.

After the concert, I edited the picture in a hurry.

Two hours later, I posted the photo on Twitter and soon received a lot of likes.

"Jessie is still performing steadily. This picture is amazing."

"Why does Jessie have such a good angle? She can always get to the front row at every concert."

"Wow, Zayn is so good-looking when he plays the piano! His hand was kissed by God!"

"Thank you for taking such a handsome photo of my husband!"

As the number one fan of Zayn, I had specially learned how to take photos and edit pictures.

My Twitter account was full Zayn's photos and paintings of him, so I had hundreds of thousands of followers.

But soon, a private message on Twitter caught my attention.

"Jessie, we got the latest location of Zayn. You're good at taking photos. Do you want to take something with us?"

The latest location

I noticed that something was wrong, so I immediately replied, "Okay, but how do you know the information is right?"

"We installed a tracker in his car. We're on the way to his hotel."

"Smack!" Seeing this sentence, I slapped the keyboard angrily. 'Damn it, they are stalking him.'

'No, I can't let Zayn's privacy be exposed, and I can't let them follow us to the hotel to take photos secretly.'

I quickly took out my phone, found Zayn's number that I had saved the day we married and called him.

The next second, the call was connected.

"Ms. Yellen, what happened?" Zayn sounded a little tired.

"Mr... Mr. Mitchell, your car has a tracker installed in it. Get another car! It's the first time I've called him, and I'm so nervous that I almost called him honey.

"Mr. Mitchell, there is indeed a car following us. I'll get some cars over right now." His agent's anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

"Thank you for your reminder, Ms. Yellen. I'll be back tomorrow." This time, it was Zayn's voice.

"You're... you're welcome." My ears turned red and I immediately hung up.

His last sentence was just like an ordinary husband reporting to his wife, which made me restless.

Zayn didn't know that his contract wife was a loyal fan of his for fifteen years.

Thinking of Zayn's tired voice, I became even angrier. My husband was so tired, but he was still tortured by his crazy fans.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

I, the eldest daughter of the Yellen family, couldn't swallow it. I decided to confront them.

Hence, I immediately got in my Ferrari.

Sure enough, on the way to Zayn's Hotel, I saw a car following them.

I called the police and followed the private car.

Unexpectedly, the car noticed that I was following it and drove away in another direction.

I couldn't let them escape, so I sped up and chased after them.

Seeing this, the car also sped up and fled.

My desire to win was aroused. I stepped on the accelerator to the end and smiled evilly.

Racing with me? Stupid.

Only the reaper could stop me!

Of course, there were also the police.

"This is the reason for your car racing. The policeman opposite knocked on the table and said seriously,

"Fortunately, you are not in the downtown area. Otherwise, do you know how serious the consequences of racing are?"

Yes, I called the police and they arrested me as well.

"I am sorry, sir," I lowered my head as if I was admitting my mistake.

Seeing this, the policeman's tone became much better.

"But your reason is fair, and since you didn't cause any serious consequences, you may pay the fine and ask your family to take you back."

But I was in L.A for the concert. I had no other family there.

Except for my husband, who I was crazily in love.

In the end, I made called him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mitchell... Can you pick me up?"

Half an hour later, Zayn appeared at the police station.

He was wearing a white casual suit, and his hair was half dry. He should have just taken a shower, and he still had the fresh fragrance of shower gel on his body.

"Is Jessie Yellen your wife?"

"Yes, I'm Jessica's husband," Zayn replied calmly as he tilted his head to look at me.

The policeman looked enlightened and joked with a smile,

"No wonder she chased after your fans desperately. It turns out that she was protecting her husband."

I lowered my head and looked at my toes. I wished I could find a hole to hide in.

Suddenly, the person next to me held my hand and nodded with a smile.

"She's indeed a little impulsive. She'll be careful next time."

I was dragged out by Zayn.

In the passenger seat of his car, I was still in a trance.

"Fasten your seatbelt, Miss Yates."

"Oh, okay." I finally recovered from the joy of holding hands just now.

Then, the car became quiet...

This was the first time we stayed with each other since we got our marriage certificate. Zayn had concert as soon as we married.

"I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night, Mr. Mitchell." I felt so guilty that I couldn't help apologizing.

"I should thank you, Ms. Yellen." Zayn turned around with a smile on his face as he stared into my eyes.

After our eyes met for a second, I looked away in a panic.

I was afraid that I would melt in his eyes every second.

"Ms. Yellen, your ears are red."

"Ah!" I pinched my ears with both hands and pretended to be calm. "Maybe it's too hot."

"I see." Zayn retracted his gaze, but the smile on his face had yet to fade.

"Ms. Yellen, come back to the hotel with me. I'll go back to the Yellen's house with you tomorrow."

Back to the Yellen's house? Why? Was he going to divorce me cuz I got myself in jail?

After all, he liked elegant ladies.

My mind was filled with thoughts of regret.

"Ms. Yellen, don't think too much. Your mother asked us to go back for dinner tomorrow." Zayn suddenly explained.

"Okay." I nodded obediently, but in my heart, I was wondering if Zayn could read my mind.

However, returning to the Yale family for dinner gave me a headache.

If I'm not mistaken, my dear mom had a idea again.

The next day, I went back home with Zayn.

Before entering the villa, Zayn suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I wondered.

Zayn raised his arm and asked,

"Miss Yates, shouldn't we act like a sweet newlywed couple in front of your parents?"