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

That was the last night.

Lin Zhiyao stared at him, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally couldn't be held back. First, one rolled down, and then, as if a floodgate had been opened, the tears slid down her jawline and into her neck, leaving a wet trail.

She quickly turned her head and rubbed it with the back of her hand, but still didn't say anything.

Lin Zhiyao burst into tears.

Shen Jin's eyes were also red and moist.

The two of them wept.

Shen Jin took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, opened the encrypted photo album, and skillfully entered the password.

He proactively handed his phone to Lin Zhiyao: "You can delete it, or I can delete it, it's up to you... Yaoyao, please give me another chance."

Lin Zhiyao looked down at the screen, which contained folders labeled with dates, representing the few days she and he had spent together.

"...Delete it, I don't want to see it."

Lin Zhiyao didn't answer the phone; instead, she pushed it back, her eyelashes trembling, and turned her head away, unwilling to look.

Shen Jin deleted them all in front of her, even cleaning up the recycle bin.

"Yaoyao..."

Shen Jin called to her and tentatively walked over, only to find that she no longer reacted as strongly as before.

He then took advantage of the situation and hugged her tightly.

Lin Zhiyao did not struggle.

Shen Jin rested his chin on the top of her fragrant hair and tightly wrapped his arms around her.

After a while.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in Shen Jin's chest and finally spoke, but her voice was muffled, slightly hoarse and soft from crying, "...Don't take pictures of me secretly anymore."

"Okay," Shen Jin replied quickly.

"And you're not allowed to do that again."

"No more."

"If you do it again..."

Lin Zhiyao looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes still misty, but the soft trust within them had thinned considerably. "I'm never talking to you again. Shen Jin, I mean what I say."

Shen Jin looked at her, nodded, and responded in a low voice, "Mm."

Lin Zhiyao broke free from his embrace, turned and walked towards the bedroom. "...I'm tired. I want to sleep alone tonight and calm down."

Shen Jin did not chase after them.

He stood there, watching Lin Zhiyao's back. She didn't turn around. After going inside, she closed the door behind her, and the lock made a very soft sound.

The door was locked.

Shen Jin stood in the living room for a long time.

He stared at the tightly closed bedroom door, the fragile moisture in his fox-like eyes slowly receding and sinking, like rocks exposed after the tide recedes.

It became dry and cold again.

Shen Jin took out his phone and opened the notification bar.

There is an unread message on the screen, a confirmation message from the driver.

He said he only found out when he arrived that Miss Lin had ended the meeting early and the actress had taken her away.

Shen Jin, with a gloomy face, fired him without saying a word.

I looked up from my phone screen and gazed at the dark night outside the window.

He stood up, walked to the window, and could see the car lights flowing down the street through the gap in the blinds. His fox-like eyes sank into the night.

Fortunately, he had a backup on his hard drive, otherwise... that driver would have been doomed.

*

The following two weeks.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

The only difference is that the two no longer share a bed.

Shen Jin still took her out for brunch, still bought her things according to her preferences, and attended various meetings and exhibitions.

In the evening, he would hold her hand and walk quietly along the coastline for a while, even more considerate than before.

Lin Zhiyao did not take off the pink diamond necklace.

She could clearly feel that Shen Jin was looking at her more often than before.

Those gazes were like countless fine threads, densely wrapping around us.

This made her aware of the presence of that gaze at all times.

But when she turned her head to look over, Shen Jin had already looked away, as if he had never seen her at all.

Not only that.

Lin Zhiyao also had a strange feeling that even when she wasn't by Shen Jin's side, such as when she was alone in her room or taking a shower, she was being watched by his gaze.

This feeling is strange.

Lin Zhiyao suspected that she might be being overly paranoid because of what happened before.

"Yaoyao? What are you thinking about?"

Shen Jin placed the cut cod pieces onto her plate, asking the question as if it were a casual inquiry.

Lin Zhiyao snapped out of her reverie, shook her head, and said, "It's nothing, I was just spacing out for a bit."

She didn't want to talk about it.

Lin Zhiyao always felt that their relationship could never go back to the sweet and harmonious state it once was.

She always felt like there was a thorn stuck in her heart, although it wasn't as sharp as it had been when she first discovered it.

But whenever she thought it had melted away, it would always cause her a dull ache at some point, a ache she could never get rid of.

Perhaps not enough time has passed.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyelashes and put the cod pieces from the plate into her mouth.

Therefore, she did not notice the deep gaze that Shen Jin was casting over her.

*

After staying a few more days, all the work that required my personal attention in Los Angeles was resolved.

They then returned to their home country.

"Yaoyao, come live with me. It'll be closer to the company."

Shen Jin invited her to live with him at his home.

Lin Zhiyao naturally refused.

She had thought Shen Jin would persist.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jin simply lowered his eyelashes, looking somewhat disappointed. "Well, okay, Yao Yao, I respect your opinion."

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the water pipe in her house suddenly burst, and the landlord apologized to her, saying that it would take ten days to half a month to fix.

Because this area is near the science park, you won't find any vacant rooms unless you inquire at least three months in advance.

Undeterred, Lin Zhiyao asked the landlord.

As expected, there were no vacancies.

Lin Zhiyao has nowhere to go for the time being.

She tried to contact Chunhe, but Chunhe happened to be away on a business trip and hadn't left a key.

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to find Shen Jin.

Then I moved into his house.

However, what she feared did not happen. Perhaps because of what happened in Los Angeles, Shen Jin felt genuinely guilty and took extra care of her. Several times when she was too tired to continue, Shen Jin would stop.

Then go to the bathroom and take care of it yourself.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

Besides, the feeling of being secretly watched became more pronounced, not only in her room and bathroom, but even at her workstation.

They all vaguely felt that they were being watched by something.

That gaze followed me like a shadow.

"How strange, could it be that I have neurasthenia?"

Lin Zhiyao rubbed her throbbing temples, pursed her lips, and realized there was no one to discuss this matter with.

Since she returned, Shen Jin has promoted her from the position of a regular employee to a higher position. Now she has her own office, right next to Shen Jin's large office, separated by a small door, which she can enter and exit at any time.

Lin Zhiyao texted Shen Jin: "I think I have a bit of neurasthenia. I want to see a doctor after get off work today."

Shen Jin replied quickly: "Let's go now, I'll take you there."

Lin Zhiyao wanted to finish her work first, but Shen Jin didn't give her a chance to refuse. He came through the side door and drove her to the hospital.

Shen Jin took her directly to a private hospital with a VIP channel, so the results came out very quickly.

"Ms. Lin, your hormone levels and indicators show no problems." The doctor said, holding the report.

"Oh, is that so? Thank you, doctor." Lin Zhiyao took the report, unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or hold her breath even tighter.

So she's just being too sensitive?