Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Yang An didn't want to eat oranges, but the woman had already put an orange segment to his lips, so he had no choice but to obediently open his mouth.

After one was finished, they gave another one away.

After feeding Yang An four or five orange segments, Jiang Nianxi watched as Yang An's cheeks puffed out and his eyes smiled like crescent moons.

"Sweetie, you can eat here. I'll come and keep you company as soon as I'm done, okay?"

She touched the top of the other person's head.

It felt like petting a furry pet.

As darkness fell, the number of lights outside decreased significantly.

The pale moonlight shone through the window, and with a "click," the lights instantly replaced them, illuminating the entire living room.

Yang An sat blankly on the sofa, his mind a complete mess.

As for Jiang Nianxi, she went out after tidying up the house.

It seems they went to buy some groceries.

Feeling lost, he wanted to do something, but there was nothing he could do.

Things had developed to this point far beyond his expectations.

If he really does nothing, the unease in his heart is like a fire, constantly roasting him.

"..."

Never mind, I'll just play on my phone for a bit.

Yang An took his phone out of his pocket, pressed the power button, and the screen lit up.

I was scrolling through videos, and ended up swiping through more than a dozen, all of them just scenery or news.

If he remembers correctly, he used to be able to find some videos of girls dancing.

...I guess Jiang Nianxi blocked him when she checked his phone.

There wasn't even a trace of it.

After watching for only a few minutes, a sense of boredom overwhelmed me.

I can't keep scrolling.

Yang An gripped his phone tightly, as if trying to relieve the oppressive and suffocating feeling that was gripping him.

"What should I do...?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, he hesitated for a moment, and then swiped the icons at the bottom as he did countless times before.

The private space is clean except for the notebook.

As you slide your finger down, you'll find a dense array of titles filled with dates.

Looking at these headlines, Yang An felt a sense of disorientation.

"August 30, 2026."

"Why is that woman so determined to hold me back?! I've already given in, and she still has the video—what is she trying to do?!"

"I can't see the road ahead... I really can't see it clearly..."

September 12, 2026.

"I'm so pathetic, so...sick. Why did I ever get involved with this woman in the first place..."

"Jiang Nianxi, what will it take for you to give me back my original life? What will it take for you to let go...?"

October 27, 2026.

"She's gone mad, she's gone mad..."

"Why put those things in the water glass? It's disgusting... I feel like throwing up..."

"I really can't take it anymore. If I stay here any longer, I'm definitely going to go crazy..."

November 1, 2026.

"If I die, maybe I won't have to endure all this anymore..."

"I dare not die, I cannot die..."

"Even death is a luxury, haha... I'm such a coward..."

"..."

"..."

Yang An clicked "New," brought up the keyboard, and felt a great deal of pain that he wanted to record.

But after a while, the interface closed.

I write these things down not only to remind myself of the pain and oppression of those processes every day and night.

What other use could it have?

Jiang Nianxi... truly a master strategist.

From the day he was tricked into the house until now, Jiang Nianxi has only taken one video recording, making his resistance seem utterly ridiculous.

Is there a solution? Hehe, of course there is.

How could it not be there...?

This method is very simple to solve, and it doesn't pose any difficulty for him.

As long as he doesn't care about his reputation or the strange looks from his parents and relatives.

They don't care about the scrutiny and attention from the outside world.

They don't even need to delete the videos; they can simply walk away, call the police, and file a lawsuit.

He will be ruined, and Jiang Nianxi will lose everything, facing both compensation and imprisonment.

But he dared not.

He cares, he cares more than anyone else.

Jiang Nianxi accurately grasped this point and took advantage of his morality and his social timidity.

He still wanted to live, and wanted to survive quietly in this society.

"..."

Could it be...?

Is there really no way out for my future?

Was he destined to live in constant fear and anxiety under social coercion, to be manipulated and played with like a puppet by Jiang Nianxi?

Is it really possible that I'll be forced to live a future I never wanted with this crazy woman...?

Yang An closed his eyes, feeling his breathing quicken, and a huge panic almost overwhelmed him.

The phone was slammed to the side, bounced twice on the sofa, and then remained motionless.

He wanted to vent his negative emotions, but now, even that was not possible.

Honestly, has Jiang Nianxi been good to him these past few days?

If it's about material and emotional value, then of course it's difficult for others to provide that.

it is good.

well.

It's incomparably good.

But the more this happened, the more pain Yang An felt.

It's like... just like how your parents treated you when you were little.

Some things simply don't go according to his wishes.

They did it under the guise of good intentions.

If he really only wanted those good things, he would have already submitted, knelt down, and submitted to the emperor.

And all of this... wasn't his choice at all...

At the same time, the sound of a key being inserted suddenly came from the direction of the door.

"Click!"

The security door was pulled open from the outside, and a woman's graceful figure appeared in the doorway.

Accompanied by a soft gasp.

"Good boy?"

"Goodness, it's so cold now, why don't you go lie in bed?"

Jiang Nianxi, carrying a large bag of things, closed the door.

She had a gentle expression on her face.

"I bought you lots of fruit. Go take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. I'll make you a fruit platter and bring it in later."

"good……"

Yang An lowered his head and moved his stiff limbs mechanically as he walked into his own bedroom.

No matter how unusual the young man was, it could not escape Jiang Nianxi's eyes.

However, even if you can see it, it doesn't affect anything.

She smiled, picked up her things, and pushed open the kitchen door.

She doesn't care.

There's still plenty of time.

University lasts only four years, but life is several decades long.

We cannot be completely at ease yet.

By the time they were seniors in college and got their marriage certificates, the situation was already settled. No matter how much their little classmate tried to cause trouble, they couldn't make a ripple.

She has plenty of time to hone her skills, just like training a hawk.

Again and again.

Countless times.

One day, she will make her deskmate unable to leave her forever.

Just like... she can't live without her deskmate now.

No?

Jiang Nianxi cut off the pear in her hand, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

A future shared by two people is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than the loneliness of being alone.

If we let this stubborn eagle go, we'll return to those painful times.

Then there's no point in living...

Having earned enough money to support his mother, it's about time he died.

Repaying kindness was his only source of support before.

"Hehe...cute."

Carrying the prepared fruit platter, Jiang Nianxi pushed open the bedroom door and saw Yang An curled up in the quilt, as if he were asleep.