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

Lin Zhiyao could hear the conversations on both sides returning to normal. Those gazes were probably still on them, but at least they didn't stop and suffocate her like before.

This was Gu Yuanshao's first public appearance since returning to China, and he was accompanied by his rumored fiancée, so everyone was willing to give him face.

But at the same time, I couldn't help but secretly observe with curiosity.

The sounds around us resumed, conversations continued, and glasses clinked again.

But Lin Zhiyao could still feel those gazes subtly touching her, making her scalp tingle.

Lin Zhiyao tried her best not to care, just gripped her white cane and followed Shen Jin, being led forward by him.

The sensation of her cane tapping on the ground reminded her that the texture beneath her feet had changed from stone slabs to smoother paving stones.

Shen Jin walked slowly, each step landing steadily. She followed his rhythm and didn't make any mistakes.

As they passed a table, the smell of alcohol suddenly intensified, and someone greeted them with a smile, calling out "Young Master Gu," their voice warm but tinged with an overly eager flattery.

Shen Jin didn't stop walking. He just tilted his head slightly, gave a casual "hmm" in response, and continued walking forward.

The burning hand never left her waist.

Although Lin Zhiyao felt uncomfortable being held like this, the current situation made her feel much more relaxed than at the beginning.

So she simply pursed her lips, lowered her head, and followed silently the whole way.

*

Shen Jin led her through the crowd and finally into a smaller, more private room.

After that, Lin Zhiyao sat down and didn't need to do anything else.

Shen Jin released his hand and started talking to the person next to him, seemingly discussing some investment project. Lin Zhiyao wasn't interested and started to space out.

I recalled the contents of the pharmacology book in my mind.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Lin Zhiyao casually ate a few bites of food and drank some alcohol.

The banquet ended faster than expected.

Lin Zhiyao sat on the sofa and heard people leaving the small private room one after another.

Footsteps moved toward the door, then the door opened and closed, farewells were said, and laughter faded into the distance.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The last set of footsteps also disappeared.

The air conditioning in the private room was on full blast. Now that there were fewer people, the air from the air conditioner vents was blowing directly onto her forearm, making her feel even colder, and goosebumps rose on her skin.

The intermittent music from the distant hall also stopped completely.

The surroundings became very quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear her own soft breathing.

When did Gu Yuanshao leave?

Lin Zhiyao frowned.

She recalled that Gu Yuanshao did seem to have said something to her, something like "I'm going to see so-and-so off."

She was mentally reciting the properties and meridians of the two herbs when she casually hummed in agreement, without giving it any real thought.

And now.

Gu Yuanshao seemed to have forgotten about her; she was left alone here.

Lin Zhiyao was not surprised.

When Gu Yuanshao takes her out, there's a high chance he'll deliberately tease her, leaving her somewhere unknown; it's not uncommon for this to happen.

It used to be like this at banquets at the Gu family's old house. When her grandfather was still alive, he would at least send someone to look for her. But after her grandfather passed away, no one remembered her at all.

If Gu Yuanshao truly maintained his gentlemanly demeanor from beginning to end and did not tease her.

Lin Zhiyao, on the contrary, felt that he had become very strange, as if he were a completely different person...

So right now, although she's angry, it's not surprising; she's just a little annoyed.

How is she supposed to get back?

Perhaps we could ask one of the waiters in the lobby if they could send her back.

Lin Zhiyao stood up, gripping her white cane.

The floor was covered with a thick, soft carpet.

Lin Zhiyao, relying on her memory of entering the room, reached towards the door with slow steps, her fingertips tentatively reaching out and touching the air.

After walking about seven or eight steps, my fingertips touched the hard, cold door frame.

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief, followed the door frame to the handle, and pulled it open.

The corridor was also quiet.

But there was still light, warm yellow spots of light blurred in front of my eyes, making it impossible to discern their exact location.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the wall, pursed her lips, and walked towards the clubhouse entrance based on her memory.

They had only taken a few steps.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, she seemed to smell a familiar scent, a clean and light fragrance of soapberry.

Perhaps because the rich fragrance around her had cooled down, the faint scent that should have been hidden beneath the lingering aroma was now detected by her nose.

It smells a lot like Dr. Shen's.

Lin Zhiyao stood still, subconsciously gripping her white cane, a feeling of joy welling up inside her.

But soon, Lin Zhiyao secretly shook her head and rejected the idea.

How is that possible?

Lin Zhiyao twitched the corner of her mouth and prepared to continue walking forward.

She then heard a familiar voice:

"Miss Lin?"

The voice came from behind, tinged with slight surprise.

Footsteps followed closely, approaching her and then stopping in front of her.

"Miss Lin, is that really you?"

The last syllable of his sentence trailed off, carrying a sense of relief after confirmation, followed by the joy of unexpectedly running into an acquaintance: "I'm Shen Jin, I didn't expect to run into you here."

As Shen Jin approached, the clean scent of soapberry intensified, mixed with a slightly bitter, refreshing aroma similar to angelica.

Lin Zhiyao was stunned, and then a surge of joy welled up from the bottom of her heart.

It turns out it really wasn't an illusion.

Lin Zhiyao looked up, her eyes still filled with a blurry light and shadow, but even through the blur, she could make out the tall silhouette of the man.

The white coat had been replaced with dark clothes, and nothing else could be seen clearly, but Lin Zhiyao still couldn't help but smile.

Her smile was gentle and delicate, revealing a shallow dimple on her cheek, while her slightly unfocused almond-shaped eyes shone brightly, making her extremely beautiful.

"Dr. Shen? What are you doing here?" Lin Zhiyao's sweet voice was filled with obvious excitement, and she didn't even realize how bright her smile was.

Like a bird that has been suppressed for a long time, finally able to let out its song and sing loudly.