Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Shen Yu took a bus for more than an hour and then walked for nearly twenty minutes before arriving at the building located in the suburbs, surrounded by high walls and electric fences.

Under the gloomy sky, the prison's gray-white walls appeared even more solemn and oppressive.

He stopped at the gate and showed his ID card and the visitation notice that he had finally managed to book.

The gatekeeper was a middle-aged man with an expressionless face. He took the ID, carefully checked it in the register, glanced at him a few times, and lingered on his young but overly calm face for a moment before handing the ID back and pointing to a small door next to him.

"Over there, register and go through security."

Shen Yu nodded and walked towards the small door.

Inside was a small reception room, somewhat dimly lit.

Another prison guard sat behind a table, equally expressionless.

Shen Yu presented his identification again and filled out a visitor registration form, including his name, ID number, relationship with the person being visited, and reason for the visit.

The grid on the form was very small, and he wrote it meticulously.

"All personal belongings, except for identification documents and notification letters, will be deposited."

The prison guard pointed to a row of locked lockers along the wall, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Shen Yu silently locked her phone, keys, and wallet into an empty cabinet, then pulled out the key and held it in her hand.

"Come with me."

Another young prison guard in uniform walked over and gestured for Shen Yu to follow.

They passed through a heavy iron gate that required card and fingerprint verification and entered a long, well-lit corridor.

The passageway was flanked by tightly closed, numbered iron gates. An indescribable, oppressive feeling permeated the air, a feeling that belonged to an enclosed space.

After passing through two more similar iron gates, the young prison guard stopped in front of a door marked "Visiting Area 3," swiped his card, and pushed the door open.

Inside was a long, narrow room, divided in two by a thick, transparent bulletproof glass wall.

At intervals below the glass wall, there is a small table with a black microphone fixed on it.

There is a row of neat, round telephone holes on the glass.

Several visiting positions in the room were already occupied, all separated by glass, speaking softly into microphones, their expressions varied.

The prison guard led Shen Yu to one of the empty seats and pointed to a chair: "Sit here and wait. We'll bring him over in a bit."

Shen Yu sat down, straightened his body, and calmly looked at the closed, dark gray iron door across the glass.

The wait wasn't long.

About five minutes later, the iron gate was opened from the inside.

A man wearing a gray-blue prison uniform and with a buzz cut walked in, accompanied by a prison guard.

Shen Yu's father is Shen Daoliang.

After three years in prison, he looked much thinner, with slightly sunken cheeks, but he did not appear dejected.

On the contrary, he stood very straight and walked steadily.

He was dressed neatly in his prison uniform.

What is striking is the pair of glasses on his face; behind the lenses, his eyes are calm, sharp, and possess an almost detached clarity that comes with a habit of observation and analysis.

He walked to the chair opposite Shen Yu, sat down calmly, and gazed at Shen Yu through the glass.

The prison guard stood about two meters behind him, with his hands behind his back and his eyes looking straight ahead.

Shen Daoliang picked up the microphone from the other end of the line, put it to his ear, but did not speak immediately.

He continued to look at Shen Yu, his eyes showing no emotional fluctuations that one would expect from a long-awaited reunion, only scrutiny.

Shen Yu also picked up the microphone and put it to her ear.

"Dad." He spoke first, his voice coming through the microphone, steady and without any inflection.

"Hmm," Shen Daoliang responded calmly.

He adjusted his posture, making himself more upright: "How's life?"

"good."

"What about studying?"

"I can keep up."

"That's good." Shen Daoliang nodded, his gaze lingering for a moment on Shen Yu's clean and tidy shirt and meticulously combed hair:

"You look better than last time. Last time you came, you looked terrible. It must have been... about two years ago."

"Yes, because I've recovered."

"..."

A brief silence fell between the two.

Shen Daoliang looked at Shen Yu, his gaze behind his glasses deepening.

Shen Yu met his gaze directly, no longer beating around the bush, and asked the question aloud, her voice clear and cold through the microphone:

"Why did you kill my mother?"

Shen Daoliang's facial muscles seemed completely unmoved as he looked at Shen Yu, as if he had already anticipated this question.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking, his tone still steady and clear:

"Because I fell in love with someone else, your mother found out and lost control of her emotions. She kept threatening and crying, trying to ruin my career and ruin her."

"The situation was out of control. In order to protect her and to end that endless torment, I made the most efficient choice. It was that simple."

Shen Yu's fingers tightened suddenly around the microphone, his knuckles turning white.

He stared at the chillingly calm face across the glass:

"You just... killed your wife of twenty years for a woman?"

Shen Daoliang met his gaze and nodded, his tone completely flat:

"Yes, I would do anything for her."

"So where is she now?" Shen Yu's voice was lowered, tinged with a cold sarcasm: "You can't get out now, so won't she just be with someone else? Completely forgetting about you?"

This question seems to have finally pierced through that layer of cold calm.

Shen Daoliang fell silent, his gaze shifting from Shen Yu's face to a point in the void, his eyes behind his glasses becoming somewhat distant.

Several seconds later, he looked at Shen Yu again, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards very slightly.

"Her..."

"She's in a very safe place, a place only I know, where there's no one else, never... ever again."

After he finished speaking, his gaze refocused on Shen Yu's face, and his eyes held only a deeper, colder calm.

Shen Yu's heart sank to the deepest part of the ice cave...

"madman!"

Shen Yu frowned, staring intently at Shen Daoliang in front of him, as if he had never known him before.

Shen Daoliang sneered and said calmly:

"You don't understand? Fine, you're just like your mother, you don't know what 'love' is."

"Heh..." Shen Yu sneered and said:

"Can you even call your twisted love love? You're a pervert."

"Shen Yu..." He looked at Shen Yu through the glass, his tone still calm, and said:

"You're my son, I know you. You're like me at heart—too clear-headed, too calculating. Other people's feelings are probably just trouble in your eyes... until I met her..."

He paused, then continued:

"You can't understand that kind of feeling... that can make people disregard everything else, because you're too good at protecting yourself. When you like someone, you'll first think about whether she's suitable, whether she'll cause trouble, and whether she'll disrupt your plans."

Shen Daoliang leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting slightly.

"You call me twisted and reckless, but at least I know what I'm capable of doing for the person in my heart. What about you? For whom would you act on impulse, even knowing it's wrong and a loss?"

He shook his head:

"You can't, so you'll never understand what true love is. You'll follow my old path, finding someone you find pleasing to the eye, someone you don't find tiring to be with, someone who poses no threat to you, and living together for ten or twenty years until you're completely numb."

Shen Yu gripped the microphone, her fingers tightening.

Shen Daoliang's words stung like needles.

He wanted to argue, but Lin Anran's face kept flashing through his mind uncontrollably.

He took her in initially out of a complex mix of emotions: observation, sympathy, and a desire to see what kind of experimental mindset he could cultivate in her.

He set rules for her and guided her behavior by "making demands," which did indeed resemble "raising" and "training" her...

But... is that all?

I remember how cautiously she tried to hug me, the expectant look in her eyes as she cooked, and the instant paleness on her face when she was afraid of being kicked out...

A certain part of his heart would tighten.

The time has come, the prison guard warned.

Shen Daoliang glanced at Shen Yu one last time, put down the microphone, and got up to leave.

Before leaving, he turned his head and mouthed a sentence:

"goodbye."