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

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips.

Shen Jin took the examination report, glanced at it with his eyes down, his expression unchanged, and simply folded the report and put it into the inner pocket of his coat.

The two left and walked to the hospital entrance.

"The result is fine, then you're just too tired. You've been dealing with jet lag and new projects lately, anyone would need a break."

As Shen Jin spoke, he straightened her collar and the stray hairs around her cheek.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled. "...Maybe so. Lately, I haven't been sleeping very soundly, but I'm also easily sleepy during the day."

"That's normal, jet lag and stress combined." Shen Jin withdrew his hand. "I know a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor. He can adjust your prescription. Drinking it for two weeks should help you recover."

Lin Zhiyao looked up at him. Shen Jin's expression was normal, but the faint dark circles under his eyes always shrouded his face in an inexplicable gloom. His fox-like eyes were still unfathomable, and she always felt that something was condensed in them.

But at this moment, Lin Zhiyao is willing to interpret it as caring.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly reached out, her almond-shaped eyes softening with trust once more. She wrapped her arms around his waist, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed his chin.

"Thank you, boyfriend."

Shen Jin placed his palm on the back of her head, his knuckles threading through her hair, and hugged her back. He smiled and said, "Yes, this is what a boyfriend should do."

*

The traditional Chinese medicine was prepared and delivered quickly.

Lin Zhiyao pinched her nose and forced the water down her throat, her face contorted in bitterness. Shen Jin came out of the kitchen with a glass of warm water in his hand, and as he placed it on her table, he casually popped a piece of candy into her mouth.

With a candy in her mouth, Lin Zhiyao's cheeks bulged slightly as she mumbled, "It's so bitter."

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Shen Jin pushed the warm water to her side. "Don't whine."

Lin Zhiyao swallowed with a bitter expression.

The Chinese medicine didn't seem to have much of a difference for the first two or three days, but after a course of treatment, Lin Zhiyao found that she could fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she didn't want to get up when the alarm rang. She also felt sleepy easily while sitting at her workstation during the day, but her menstrual cycle was indeed much more regular.

She mentioned it to Shen Jin.

Shen Jin was in his study reading emails, not even looking up. "It means the medicine is working. Formulas that replenish qi and blood all contain calming ingredients, which is normal."

Lin Zhiyao didn't think about it anymore.

that's it.

The climate changes from spring chill to heat, then gradually cools down, and soon winter arrives.

On the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter).

During dinner, Shen Jin said to her, "Yao Yao, why don't you stay here with me for the Chinese New Year this year? I don't have any relatives or friends in China..."

Lin Zhiyao paused for a moment with her chopsticks.

Her father is gone, the house in her hometown has long been used to pay off debts, her mother is not close to her, and now she has a blended family.

She had nowhere to go.

So Lin Zhiyao nodded, her almond-shaped eyes softening, "Okay."

That night.

Shen Jin was probably too happy, so although it wasn't obvious on his face, he put in extra effort.

The two also tried many new tricks.

Lin Zhiyao felt sore all over after a long time, and was almost exhausted.

She fell into a deep sleep in Shen Jin's arms.

in the dark.

Shen Jin stared intently at her face and embraced her soft, fragrant body.

It was a rare treat to have such a great time.

But he still felt unsatisfied...

"Well--"

Shen Jin held the sleeping Lin Zhiyao, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

tonight.

It was no different from any of the countless nights Lin Zhiyao had spent asleep.

*

The following evening.

Before leaving home, Shen Jin changed into a dark formal suit and used very discreet cufflinks.

He stood in the entryway.

Lin Zhiyao took the initiative to step forward and help him tie his tie.

Shen Jin lowered his eyes. "This meeting is closed today. Cell phones aren't allowed inside, or even on the road. You don't need to wait for me tonight."

Lin Zhiyao knew that high-ranking officials were present at the meeting, and that the control over foreign mobile phones was particularly strict, with no one allowed to bring them on the road.

"Yaoyao, go to sleep early."

Shen Jin lowered his head and kissed her forehead before turning and leaving.

The living room quieted down.

Lin Zhiyao was about to go back when she noticed Shen Jin's phone on the entryway cabinet.

She picked it up casually, took it back to the living room, and placed it on the coffee table.

Then Lin Zhiyao nestled on the sofa and read a book.

But I don't know why.

She couldn't concentrate on reading; instead, she really wanted to look through Shen Jin's phone.

His gaze frequently drifted to the coffee table.

Lin Zhiyao hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist this inexplicable impulse and picked up her phone.

Since the incident in Los Angeles, Shen Jin, in order to gain her trust, told her all the passwords on his phone and even registered her fingerprint.

So she drove very easily.

However, even though she knew the password, Lin Zhiyao hadn't really looked through Shen Jin's phone much.

They only apply the penalty for the first few months, and occasionally conduct random checks to see if he has relapsed.

Later, I didn't find anything, so I gradually stopped caring about it. It had been almost half a year since I last looked at his phone.

They probably won't find anything, right?

Thinking this, Lin Zhiyao opened the photo album on Shen Jin's phone.

There really was nothing there.

Lin Zhiyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the wariness in her almond-shaped eyes also relaxed.

I think she might be being overly suspicious again, seeing things in the shadows.

Just as Lin Zhiyao was about to lock the screen, her fingertip suddenly stopped as it swiped over a photo.

It was a photo of a conference room, showing the content projected onto a screen, with densely packed financing data dominating the main part of the image.

But there's a tiny preview box in the bottom right corner, which looks a bit strange.

Lin Zhiyao's heart suddenly raced.

She zoomed in, the pixels blurring into a mosaic, but she recognized the light apricot coat and the low ponytail.

Lin Zhiyao's face immediately turned pale.

That was indeed her.

In the photo, she is looking down at a document, her profile partially hidden in the reflection of the screen.

It was clearly taken when natural light shone through the office's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lin Zhiyao put the phone back in its place with trembling hands, then rushed to Shen Jin's study and turned on his computer.

He uses the entire Apple ecosystem, and all his devices are interconnected.

Lin Zhiyao pressed the power button, the screen lit up, and the username on the login page was "Jin".

No hesitation.

Lin Zhiyao entered his birthday, but it was wrong; her own birthday was also wrong.

Combine their birthdays.

That's right this time.

The desktop is cleaner than the phone.

Like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the folders are arranged by project name and the dates are neatly organized.

Lin Zhiyao scanned through them one by one, searching the computer for a long time, and finally found an encrypted folder whose properties showed it occupied a huge amount of space.

She double-clicked, and was prompted to enter a password.

Lin Zhiyao's heart was pounding so fast she could barely control it.

They tried the string of numbers Shen Jin usually used, but it didn't work. They then tried each other's birthdays.

It still won't open.

Soon, Lin Zhiyao had tried almost all the numbers she could guess, but she still couldn't open it.

She stared at the password box in silence for a few seconds.

Just when you're about to give up.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

Lin Zhiyao hovered her fingertips above the keyboard and quickly typed out a date.

That was the day they officially became a couple after their first night in Los Angeles.

The folder is open.

Inside were dozens of subfolders named by date, densely filling the screen.