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

"Waaah, why? Didn't we agree... that it was just practice? Shen... Shen Jin, you lied to me, waaaah, ugh..."

Lin Zhiyao cried intermittently.

Each pause was made by Shen Jin...

"It was clearly Yao Yao who was naughty, trying to back out, taking advantage of me and then running away..."

"You're slandering me! I... I clearly didn't do it!"

"Hmm? No? Then what are we doing now, Yao Yao? Lying isn't a good thing, you know."

"Yaoyao, look, you're clearly enjoying your food. So Yaoyao is a bad child, and bad children should be punished severely."

Steam rose from the hot spring, rippling the calm water. Cherry blossoms swirled and fell, only to be swept away by the waves and sink to the bottom. The misty water blurred the entangled gazes of the two.

*

"Cut!" After the director finished shouting, he smiled and said to the male lead, Shen Jin, "Thank you for your hard work." Seeing that Shen Jin just nodded slightly, the director knew that this was just his personality. He was usually aloof and indifferent, but in reality, he was very dedicated and cooperative. So he didn't take it to heart.

Moreover, the entire series relies on Shen Jin to carry the ratings and make up the mainstay; the director practically worships him like an ancestor.

The director looked down and continued checking the camera.

An assistant handed Shen Jin water, but he didn't take it. Thinking that he had finished filming the last scene of the day, he turned to leave, casually glancing at the crowd.

With just one glance, he froze in his tracks.

In the crowd was a girl as beautiful and lovely as a goddess, who was looking down at her notebook. Her profile was illuminated by a thin layer of light coming through the ceiling, making her eyelashes look distinct.

The light seemed to have a special fondness for the young girl, its dazzling gold falling on her long, black, curled eyelashes, which blinked and sparkled with her movements, like scattered stars.

Shen Jin was lost in thought when he felt a sudden urge and reached out to touch the pulsating light.

But there were countless people and a long road between him and her, so Shen Jin was destined to come up empty-handed.

Shen Jin snapped out of his daze and saw that the divine girl was blocked by the figure of the stagehand moving the tracks. Then, as the crowd surged, the beautiful figure disappeared as if by magic.

Shen Jin's expression visibly darkened.

Xiao Zhou, his personal assistant, had been with him for three years and had never seen her boss with this expression before. She cautiously approached him and asked, "Brother Shen, the car is ready. Shall we go back to the hotel?"

"No rush." ​​Shen Jin withdrew his gaze, his expression already composed, his tone as indifferent as if nothing had happened. "Let's not go back yet."

Xiao Zhou had some doubts, but he didn't dare to ask any questions. He obediently stepped aside and stood there, waiting for the boss to give instructions.

*

On the other side, in front of the monitor.

The director was replaying the previous take, and Lin Zhiyao stood beside him holding the clapperboard, her eyes following the screen.

In the scene, Shen Jin's face is right in front of the camera, without filters or skin smoothing. His bone structure is so sharp it looks like it was carved by a knife. He has sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his rare fox-like eyes carry a hint of cold charm even when he is silent. When he suddenly turns his head in the snow scene, he perfectly portrays the brilliant young monarch, with an amazing aura.

Lin Zhiyao silently sighed in her heart: He really is handsome.

That scene could easily garner millions of likes and tens of millions of views if uploaded to a certain website, Douyin, or Xiaohongshu.

But that's about it.

Lin Zhiyao has another idol she admires: a member of a small South Korean group. She has been following him for three or four years, and she works tirelessly to edit photos for him, following the fan site's advice. Because of her good aesthetic sense, all the photos she edits are amazing, and she has become quite well-known in the industry. It was also because of this experience that she was able to get an internship opportunity on a major film set while she was still in school.

The director was in a good mood. He turned around and saw Lin Zhiyao, and casually praised her, "Zhiyao, you were very efficient today. You remembered the number of lines perfectly, and your aesthetic sense is also good. The lines you picked out are all very good."

Lin Zhiyao smiled and whispered, "Thank you, Director."

Her voice was naturally soft, like a half-melted candy in her mouth. The director felt his own tone unconsciously lower as he listened to her and chatted with her for a few more minutes.

As they chatted, the topic turned to Shen Jin.

The director lowered his voice and said with regret, "We originally had a kissing scene in this movie, but Shen Jin refused to film it no matter what money we offered, so we had to change it in the end."

He clicked his tongue. "You wouldn't believe it, if he agrees to film this, it will truly be his first on-screen kiss, and the film's popularity will double."

Lin Zhiyao blinked, thinking to herself, "The movie star is so old-fashioned, so serious and abstinent? He even had his first on-screen kiss."

Upon careful consideration, she realized that she had never heard of a movie star having kissing or intimate scenes, nor had he ever been involved in any scandals, and he had never even had any scenes that showed skin, such as displaying his abs.

But Lin Zhiyao didn't respond, she just nodded.

He looked quite honest and well-behaved.

The director stopped chatting, and Lin Zhiyao lowered her head to finish the last task. Then she collected her lunch and found a corner to sit down.

She's exhausted today, having stood for over ten hours. Her legs are sore, so she needs to treat herself properly.

Lin Zhiyao rubbed her knees, opened the lunchbox lid, and had just taken a bite of rice when someone stood in front of her.

"Miss Lin Zhiyao?"

She looked up and saw a young man in casual clothes with a name tag on his chest that read "Artist Assistant".

Lin Zhiyao paused for a moment, then bit her chopsticks and nodded.

"Brother Shen wants to see you. Would it be convenient for you to come with me?"

Lin Zhiyao almost dropped her chopsticks.

Brother Shen? The movie star? To see her?

How is that possible?

But apart from the movie star, no one in the crew dared to call him Brother Shen.

Several thoughts raced through Lin Zhiyao's mind. Her first reaction was whether she had done something wrong, such as forgetting to remember the number of items? Blocking the camera? Or did something go wrong when handing over the props?

She became increasingly nervous, her lips pressed into a thin line, and she put down her chopsticks and stood up.

Seeing her looking like she was facing a formidable enemy, Xiao Zhou quickly waved his hand: "No rush, no rush, you eat first, and then go over. Brother Shen isn't in a hurry."

Lin Zhiyao agreed verbally, but she couldn't eat anymore. She only took a few small bites before she couldn't swallow any more. She covered the lunchbox, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

Seeing her insistence, Xiao Zhou didn't say anything more. He led her out of the film set and, being very perceptive, informed Brother Shen of the news along the way. Afterward, they turned a corner and entered the five-star hotel next door.

The elevator went up and stopped at the top floor.

Xiao Zhou swiped the room card without looking to the side, pushed open the door to the presidential suite, stepped aside to let her in, but did not follow her in. The door closed gently behind her.

The suite was large, and the living room was dimly lit with few lights on, and there was a refreshing scent of minty shower gel in the air.

Lin Zhiyao stood in the entryway, clutching the strap of her canvas bag, unsure of where to go, when the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Shen Jin came out, wearing only a bath towel, and was drying his hair with a towel in his hand.

Water droplets rolled down her collarbone, revealing clearly defined muscles in her chest and abdomen. With a narrow waist and broad shoulders, she looked like she had stepped out of a magazine.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went blank, her face burning from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. She covered her face with an "Ah!" and turned around, her voice trembling.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry—"

Shen Jin paused noticeably, seemingly surprised, then said softly, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here."

His tone was fairly calm.

Lin Zhiyao heard footsteps heading towards the bedroom, followed by the rustling sound of someone changing clothes.

She lowered her hands from her face; her palms were so hot they could fry an egg. She stood there, barely daring to breathe, her eyes fixed on the pattern on the carpet, but her mind was filled with the image from just now.

It's dying.

Not long after, the bedroom door opened.

Shen Jin changed into a black casual shirt. His hair wasn't completely dry, and water was still dripping from the ends. Dark water stains seeped onto the fabric on his shoulders, leaving two dark marks.

He walked over and sat down on the sofa, casually smoothed his hair, and looked up at her.

Only then did Lin Zhiyao truly see his face clearly.

Without the sense of distance created by the camera, a face so close yet so close, with sharp, almost aggressive features, was unbelievably beautiful, yet its expression was indifferent, as if it cared nothing for anything.

But Lin Zhiyao suddenly realized that this person wasn't as aloof as rumored. At least when she caught him taking a shower, he didn't get angry and even apologized instead. He seemed quite approachable.

"sit."

Shen Jin raised his chin, gesturing to the single sofa opposite her.

Lin Zhiyao sat down obediently, her back straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees, like a primary school student.

She didn't dare meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on the wet patch on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Teacher Shen, you called me... is there some problem with my work?"

Shen Jin looked at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was light, but it was a genuine smile. The moment his brows and eyes relaxed, the sharpness faded considerably, and he even exuded a youthful air.

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself, no wonder so many people online want to marry him, who could resist that?

"Your work is fine." Shen Jin's smile faded, his tone returning to calm, but his gaze towards her was serious, almost bluntly so. "I'm here to talk to you about something else."

Lin Zhiyao waited quietly for him to continue.

Shen Jin made no preamble, no pleasantries, not even a transition; he simply looked at her, his voice deep and clear, as if he were stating something perfectly normal:

"I'd like to ask you to help me practice my kissing skills."

The air was silent for a full three seconds.

Lin Zhiyao doubted that she had heard correctly.