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

Shen Jin rested his chin on one hand, his wrist bone peeking out from his sleeve. It was thin and white, with veins faintly visible beneath his thin skin.

I heard the door open.

He looked up at him.

Looking at Lin Zhiyao.

The light silk dress was almost transparent in the candlelight, and the slender waist and shoulder lines were vaguely visible beneath the thin silk.

Lin Zhiyao stood by the door, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears, her thick eyelashes drooping slightly, her lips adorned with a light blush of rouge, her long, dark hair loosely tied up, and the red coral hairpin at her temple swaying gently with her trembling body.

Like a flower that has been broken off and placed in a celadon vase, it droops its head, so fragile that it could not be held in one hand, yet its color is extremely vibrant.

They are endearing.

Shen Jin's fingertips stopped.

The white jade weight in the shape of a reclining deer stopped in his palm, the finely carved antlers gripping his hand, but he seemed not to feel any pain and stopped turning it.

He stared intently at Lin Zhiyao as if drawn by a magnet.

The light shone on half of Shen Jin's face, making him appear both delicate and detached.

His gaze slowly moved from Lin Zhiyao's hair bun to her red lips, then down her slender white neck, stopping below her collarbone, on the skin that was faintly visible beneath the thin silk.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

He placed the paperweight on top of the stack of letters with a snap.

With his free hand, he beckoned to Lin Zhiyao, his expression languid.

"come over."

His voice was two decibels lower than usual, with a lower, hoarse tone at the end.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyao clenched her fingers, lowered her eyes, and walked over. She stopped in front of the table, her embroidered shoes touching the table leg.

Shen Jin got up from behind the desk, walked around the corner of the table, and stood in front of her.

Shen Jin was more than half a head taller than her.

Looking down, the candlelight was behind him, and Lin Zhiyao was easily enveloped in the shadow he cast.

Lin Zhiyao instinctively wanted to back away.

Just then, Shen Jin raised his hand, his fingertips hooking the thin strap on her shoulder. As she stepped back, the strap was gently pulled down an inch.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly, and she froze, unable to move.

"Heh, Miss Lin, so impatient?" Shen Jin chuckled.

"No, it's not..."

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly denied it, but Shen Jin interrupted her with a soft hum.

Lin Zhiyao immediately fell silent, her eyelashes trembling as she gently bit her lip.

The thin strap wasn't torn, but the silk fabric collapsed, revealing most of her warm, jade-like, rounded shoulder.

The skin glowed with a soft, moist light under the candlelight, its texture incredibly delicate.

Shen Jin placed the back of his hand on her shoulder, gently sliding it down to Lin Zhiyao's cheek, lifting her chin slightly, and staring into her trembling, watery eyes.

"What a beautiful color." Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were as dark as ink, and his voice was very soft. "Miss Lin, you should have dressed like this a long time ago."

Lin Zhiyao's jaw tightened, her lips pursed, and her bright red lipstick glistened with moisture, making it appear glossy under the light.

She didn't speak, her fingers twisting the thin silk of her skirt at her side until her knuckles turned white.

Shen Jin, however, did not do as she expected. Instead, he calmly and slowly hooked the thin ribbon back to its original position.

His fingertips merely glided lightly along her collarbone, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her, before he withdrew his hand, turned, and sat back down at his desk.

"Since you're here, don't just stand there, come and grind the ink for me."

Shen Jin raised his chin, gesturing towards the pine soot ink and Duan inkstone on the corner of the table.

Lin Zhiyao was feeling very uneasy.

But he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then went around to the table, stood by the desk, picked up the ink stick and placed it in the inkstone, slowly circling his fingertips against the ink.

The ink spread in circles in the clear water, gradually becoming richer.

Shen Jin leaned back in his chair, propping his chin up with one hand, his fox-like eyes half-closed, his gaze falling on the pale pink nail polish against her dark body.

Then, it slowly moved upwards and stopped on her water-red lips.

The lip rouge glowed moist in the candlelight, making it look incredibly kissable.

Extremely Beautiful.

Lin Zhiyao had long, drooping eyelashes and a straight, delicate nose. She kept her eyes to herself, as if she were there to do some work.

To an uninformed person, this scene might be mistaken for a loving couple enjoying each other's company.

But the truth is that he was an assassin who failed in his poisoning attempt and was forcibly detained in his enemy's house without any clear explanation.

Shen Jin stared at Lin Zhiyao for a long time.

Just as Lin Zhiyao felt her scalp tingling from that overly intense gaze and was about to say something to break the atmosphere,

Shen Jin suddenly pulled out a letter and threw it right in front of Lin Zhiyao. The letter landed lightly on the inkstone.

Lin Zhiyao recognized the handwriting; it was her brother's. The ink varied in shade and appeared hasty and messy, clearly indicating that he was not in a good mood when he wrote it.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes remained fixed on her, his voice languid, as if he were merely chatting, "Your brother is quite sentimental; this is the third letter he's sent. He specifically sent it to the manor seeking an audience with me, saying he wants to atone for his sister's sins."

He paused, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Miss Lin, does your family specialize in teaching this kind of thing? One person comes to poison, the other to apologize; you're both quite adept at feigning ingratiation."

original……

It turns out she wasn't abandoned.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes welled up with tears, and a single tear rolled down, splashing into the ink and spreading into a small, pale gray circle.

"There are still a few memorials impeaching your brother," Shen Jin suddenly spoke, his voice casual. "I've suppressed them for you."

Impeachment? Why impeach the elder brother?

Lin Zhiyao's fingertips paused slightly.

Shen Jin wasn't in a hurry. He waited for her to start circling again before continuing unhurriedly, "I guess you must be very curious..."

He tapped the thick stack of letters under the paperweight with his fingertip. "I won't hide it from you. Among them is a secret letter from your father's former subordinates, accusing your Lin family of colluding with rebels. According to the law, your entire family should be executed."

What...what?

This...this is impossible...

The ink stick slipped from Lin Zhiyao's hand.

She looked up at him in a panic, knelt down, grabbed the hem of Shen Jin's robe, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with tears, "No, it's impossible, my father has always been cautious and prudent, how could he do such a rebellious thing..."

"Extremely cautious?"

Shen Jin repeated the sentence with a half-smile.

Lin Zhiyao shuddered, suddenly realizing how ridiculous those words were.