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

Only on that day in spring could one see it clearly.

When Lin Zhiyao first returned, the way President Shen held her, asserting his ownership, the way he ostentatiously took her away from her, and then his sudden, unabashedly high-profile actions...

It's clear that Lin Zhiyao has always been unwilling to go public with it.

*

Another six months passed.

Lin Zhiyao would transfer a sum of money to Shen Jin's account on the 15th of every month without fail, with only two words in the remarks column: "Paying off debts".

For the first three months, Shen Jin didn't say anything. He would just stare at the screen for a while every time he received a transfer notification, then lock the screen and say nothing.

But when the fourth transfer notification popped up again, marked as a debt repayment, Shen Jin could no longer bear it and couldn't sit still any longer.

He put down his tablet, got up and walked to the study door. He saw Lin Zhiyao curled up in the corner of the sofa reading a book, with a thin blanket draped over her knees. She didn't even look up when she heard footsteps.

"Yaoyao," Shen Jin stood in front of her, blocking the light, "could you please stop sending me money every month?"

Lin Zhiyao paused in her book-turning motion, looked up, and asked, "Why?"

"We're engaged." Shen Jin frowned, the shadow of gloom resurfacing in his fox-like eyes. "Don't you feel distant sending me money like this every month, with the note saying it's for debt repayment?"

"No, these are two different things." Lin Zhiyao put down her book, her tone serious, and answered in a measured tone, "You helped me pay off my debt, so I definitely have to pay you back. Just because we're engaged doesn't mean it's over."

Shen Jin stared at her for several seconds, his lips pressed into a tight line, his heart filled with extreme unease.

Gritting their teeth, yet utterly helpless.

Lin Zhiyao didn't speak, and instead looked back at the pages of the book.

Shen Jin stood there for a while, then turned and left.

But that night, he stared intently at the bank transfer records from the past four months, unable to sleep for two nights in a row. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Yaoyao, can we have our wedding sooner and get our marriage certificate?"

Shen Jin asked in a very low voice.

His voice trailed off with a slightly hoarse tone, as if he hadn't slept well, and a hint of pitifulness lingered beneath the shadows in his fox-like eyes.

Lin Zhiyao was biting into the edge of her toast, her attention not on him. Hearing this, her cheeks puffed out, and she mumbled a casual reply, "Sure, you can arrange it."

Shen Jin was initially pleasantly surprised.

Then, he felt even more uneasy because of Lin Zhiyao's nonchalant attitude.

Shen Jin walked calmly to the sofa with his fox-like eyes and blocked the light.

The shadow fell on the book that Lin Zhiyao had opened.

When Lin Zhiyao looked up at him with a puzzled expression, he reached out and snatched the book from her hand. "What kind of lousy book is this? You really like reading it?"

Shen Jin glanced at the book cover with resentment, then casually flipped through a few pages, but in reality, none of the words registered in his mind. "Wuthering Heights? Yao Yao, what's so interesting about this? Is it more important than our wedding?"

Lin Zhiyao looked up at him.

Shen Jin's entire face was shrouded in gloom.

Lin Zhiyao then noticed that he had started to sulk again.

She hesitated for a moment, and when she saw Shen Jin, whose face was full of dark resentment, she seemed to see the male protagonist in the book who dug up the female protagonist's grave in the middle of the night to see her because he missed her.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly leaned against the back of the sofa, sat up slightly, and gently kissed Shen Jin's cheek, her lips touching his cool, thin skin.

Shen Jin paused in his book-flipping motion.

Lin Zhiyao was about to sit back down.

Shen Jin immediately tossed the book onto the coffee table, leaned down, and kissed her back on the back of the neck.

Lin Zhiyao stretched out her soft, delicate hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

Shen Jin froze for a moment, then exerted even more force.

Waiting for the lips to part.

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling, indistinguishable from one another.

Lin Zhiyao calmed down for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's get our marriage certificate next week."

Disbelief flickered in Shen Jin's fox-like eyes, a crack appearing in the shadows around him. "Really?"

"Um."

Lin Zhiyao loosened Shen Jin's clothes, then hugged his waist, burying her face in his chest, and could hear his heart beating heavily and fast.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes quietly.

So be it.

Perhaps love is inherently a wasteland.

That's why I'm always entangled with hatred.