Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Lin Zhiyao's neck turned bright red this time, and she lowered her head, her voice soft as she sobbed, "President Shen, please stop teasing me..."

She's too sensitive to talk about this...

Shen Jin didn't speak.

Lin Zhiyao, with her head down, inexplicably felt the air pressure drop.

She suddenly realized that she had just used a nickname that Shen Jin didn't like.

But calling him "General Manager Shen" just came out so naturally and so easily.

She didn't do it on purpose.

"No, I..."

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly raised her face, blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and her eyes still had the glint of tears that had just welled up with embarrassment. She reached out to grab his sleeve.

However, Shen Jin's robe sleeves were completely rolled up, leaving his upper body bare.

So her fingertips missed their target, and after hesitating for a moment, she gently placed her hand on Shen Jinguang's bare arm.

The skin her fingertips touched was warm and firm, the sensation so vivid it made her heart pound. Memories of last night surged back with her senses, exceptionally clear...

"I'm so sorry..."

Lin Zhiyao's face was burning. She pressed her palm against the thin, taut vein on the outside of his forearm, tilted her head back, and said in a soft but urgent voice, "I'm not used to it yet, I haven't adjusted yet... You, you're not angry."

Shen Jin looked down at her.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were still red, her nose was pink, her lips were parted, revealing a little bit of her pearly teeth, her whole face was pleading and obedient, and her voice was soft, she was completely acting coquettishly.

His gaze slowly moved down to her hand resting on his arm; her fingers were slender, and her nails were a pale pink, like a cat tentatively extending its claws.

Then, it rubs its little head against the human.

"Let this never happen again."

Shen Jin spoke, his expression turning from gloomy to clear, his voice lower than before but not as deep, "Yao Yao, you can just call me by my name. If you're not used to it, you should start calling me that more often so you can get used to it sooner."

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, her lips moved slightly, his name rolled around on her tongue, but she just couldn't utter it.

Shen Jin didn't urge her. He stood there with his arms crossed, letting Lin Zhiyao gently lean on him. His fox-like eyes fell on her pink face, and he was so patient that he seemed like a completely different person.

Lin Zhiyao hummed in response, still unable to recover from the sudden change in identity, and still felt in her heart that the other person was her boss.

half an hour.

"...Shen, Shen Jin."

Lin Zhiyao spoke softly, her voice trembling at the end, and her ears turned red as soon as she finished.

"Um."

Shen Jin was somewhat satisfied then.

He didn't say much, but simply took Lin Zhiyao's hand that was resting on his, cupped her slender white fingers in his palm, and gently rubbed her knuckles with his fingertips.

In his other hand, he held a dark blue velvet box, about the size of his palm.

He placed it in her palm.

"Take it."

Lin Zhiyao lowered her head, opened the box, and the South African pink diamond was embedded in the white padding, gleaming softly under the light.

Her fingertips trembled.

Wait, isn't this what Shen Jin was going to give to his future wife?

"Mr. Shen, this is too precious... I can't accept it." Lin Zhiyao pushed the box back, stretching out her arm, feeling that the contents in her hand were too hot to handle.

Shen Jin did not answer.

He had his hands in his robe pockets, looked down at her, and his face was once again shrouded in gloom.

Lin Zhiyao felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. Her fingertips gripped the edge of the box tightly. Just as she was about to say something, Shen Jin suddenly turned his head, his eyelashes drooping, and his voice lowered.

"Are you just trying to fool me?" His voice was hoarse. "You said you liked me last night, but you won't even accept a gift today. Lin Zhiyao, you're still going to use me and then abandon me, aren't you?"

Lin Zhiyao was stunned by his barrage of questions: "I didn't..."

"Then you can keep it." Shen Jin looked up, his gaze returning to her face, filled with accusation. "If you don't keep it, you're lying to me."

Lin Zhiyao stared at the pink diamond, then looked at Shen Jin's face, which was clearly gloomy but was trying to squeeze out a look of grievance, and felt a chill run down her spine.

She took a deep breath and could only stuff the box into her coat pocket.

The sharp edges pressed against her soft skin through the fabric, making their presence felt.

"I've put it away."

Her voice was dry and lifeless.

Shen Jin's expression softened somewhat.

Lin Zhiyao didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer, so she quickly cleared her throat, shifting her gaze from his face to the edge of the carpet: "What are your work arrangements next?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jin's fox-like eyes slowly narrowed, becoming heavy and somber.

He took half a step forward, the hem of his robe brushing against Lin Zhiyao's light pink knees.

Then he bent down, leaned close to her ear, and breathed his hot air onto it.

She smiled slightly and said, "Yes, there are indeed many things to do ahead of us."

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief.

If I focus my energy on my work, I won't think about these things so much, right?

Just as I was about to ask more questions...

Shen Jin continued, "You'll be going on dates with me for the next few days."

He spoke in a very low voice, deliberately dragging out each word.

Lin Zhiyao:? ? ?

Lin Zhiyao turned her head sharply, almost bumping into his chin, and blushed: "A date? No, I, I was asking about work—"

They're officially in a relationship now.

He's still thinking about work every day.

Shen Jin was very unhappy, especially when he thought about how the little girl clung to him under him last night, calling his name sweetly.

Today's overly businesslike attitude makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

It seems he was still too good to her.

"This is work."

Shen Jin straightened up, his smile fading considerably, and the displeasure in his voice was barely concealed. "This is your job as a girlfriend, so Yao Yao, you need to focus."

He deliberately emphasized the words "work" and "focus," clearly indicating that he was upset.

Lin Zhiyao noticed his displeasure, pursed her lips, wondering what she had done to offend him again. She could only raise her eyes and look at him softly and timidly, her almond-shaped eyes still moist, her eyelashes glistening with moisture.

When Shen Jin was looked at like that, the anger that had been building up inside him was forced to stop, leaving him feeling conflicted about whether to let it out or not.

He turned his head, touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and when he turned back, his expression had changed to a half-smile. "Yaoyao, do you know? If you look at me with that expression again, you'll really get fucked."

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened.

"So, to avoid being killed by me now, baby, you'd better behave and listen to me, understand? Hmm?"

Lin Zhiyao was speechless.

Shen Jin led her to the full-length mirror and picked out a beautiful date dress for her—one she bought casually yesterday while choosing a gown.

It's a burgundy sleeveless short dress.

He changed it for her himself.

The color made her skin appear even whiter and pinker, and the cinched waist was perfectly accentuated, outlining her figure like a ripe peach about to burst with juice. Her two tender, slender, white legs peeked out from under the skirt, looking absolutely beautiful.

"During the date..."

Shen Jin placed his hands on Lin Zhiyao's square shoulders, slowly opened his mouth, and left a clear, ambiguous kiss mark on her shoulder. Then, he rested his chin on her shoulder, his gaze meeting her watery eyes through the mirror.

"Yaoyao, you'd better concentrate, otherwise..."

His gaze in the mirror was deep and smiling, then slowly fell on the fresh kiss mark.

"If I find you daydreaming... tonight's date won't be as simple as just letting you change into a different dress."

As he spoke, Shen Jin's hand moved to his waist, tightened slightly, and his fingertips gently caressed the thin wine-red fabric.

Occasionally, seemingly unintentionally, he fiddled with the zipper there.

What does that imply...?

it goes without saying.