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

"Zhiyao, you have a cold?"

A stagehand passed by and casually asked a question.

"Yeah, a little."

Lin Zhiyao responded in a muffled voice, holding the clapperboard and working with her head down.

She deliberately avoided Shen Jin's line of sight for the entire morning.

Fortunately, Shen Jin had a full schedule of scenes to film today and didn't seem to have time to pay attention to her.

But Lin Zhiyao always felt that a gaze was falling on her from time to time.

Every time she looked up to look, that gaze would disappear.

She told herself she was overthinking it.

At lunchtime, Lin Zhiyao found a corner to squat down and eat her boxed lunch. She had just taken a couple of bites when her phone vibrated.

Shen Jin: "Why are you wearing a mask?"

Lin Zhiyao hovered her finger above the screen, hesitated for three seconds, typed two words, deleted them, typed them again, and finally only replied with: "I have a bit of a cold."

After sending the message, she stared at the chat box and waited for half a minute, but there was no reply.

She took a couple more bites of rice, and her phone vibrated again.

Shen Jin: "Get in my van."

Lin Zhiyao almost choked on her rice, quickly drank some water to calm herself down, and typed: "I'm eating."

Shen Jin: "There's soup."

Lin Zhiyao: "..."

She stared at those two words for five seconds, unsure whether to be speechless or laugh.

The actor said there was soup, meaning he wanted her to go up and drink it?

She was just about to reply "No need" when the third message came in.

Shen Jin: "Don't make me say it a third time."

Lin Zhiyao bit her chopsticks and looked up in the direction where the nanny van was parked.

A black van was parked quietly outside the film set, its windows covered with privacy film, so nothing could be seen.

She closed the lid of the lunchbox, stood up, dusted off her pants, and walked quickly toward the other side with her head down.

The moment I opened the car door, a warm breeze rushed towards me.

Shen Jin sat in the back row, holding a script in his hand, with two insulated containers on the small tea table next to him.

He glanced at Lin Zhiyao, his gaze lingering on her mask for half a second.

"Get in the car, close the door."

Lin Zhiyao obediently climbed up, closed the car door, and sat down in the seat furthest away from him. The moment her bottom touched the seat, Shen Jin spoke.

"Sitting so far away, do you think I'd eat you?"

Lin Zhiyao didn't move.

Shen Jin looked at her for two seconds, then said nothing more. He reached out, unscrewed a thermos, poured out a bowl of soup, and pushed it over.

"I drank it."

Lin Zhiyao glanced down and saw that it was pork rib and lotus root soup, still steaming, with a fragrant aroma that wafted into her nose.

"Thank you, Teacher Shen."

She picked it up, pulled her mask down to reveal her mouth, and took small sips of water.

Shen Jin sat beside her and watched her drink the soup without saying a word.

Lin Zhiyao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and with something on her mind, she put down her bowl after a few sips. "I'm done drinking, thank you, Teacher Shen. I'm going down now..."

"Take off your mask," Shen Jin interrupted her.

Lin Zhiyao froze.

"It's normal to wear a mask when you have a cold, but why are you wearing one while drinking soup?" Shen Jin's tone was calm, but his eyes were a little deep. "Take it off."

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip and took off her mask completely.

Shen Jin's gaze lingered on her lips for two seconds.

"It's swollen," he said.

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed instantly, and she instinctively covered her mouth with the back of her hand, "It's all your fault..."

"Let me see."

Shen Jin reached out and pried her wrist away, then pressed his thumb against the edge of her lower lip, gently pressing it down to reveal the flesh inside.

It's definitely swollen, and the skin is a bit broken.

Shen Jin frowned, withdrew his hand, and handed over a small bag from the side.

Lin Zhiyao took it and opened it. It was a tube of lip balm, a medical-grade repair type.

Apply a thicker layer at night.

Shen Jin said it in a very natural tone, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

Lin Zhiyao clutched the tube of lip balm, unsure what to say. She opened her mouth, but only managed to stammer out, "Did Teacher Shen just give me this?"

"What else?" Shen Jin picked up the script again, his gaze returning to the paper. "Let's go back to eat."

Lin Zhiyao glanced at him, put the lip balm in her pocket, opened the car door and jumped out.

After taking two steps, I turned back, only to find the door of the van already closed.

She stood there stunned for two seconds, touched the lip balm in her pocket, and thought this person was really incomprehensible.

I was just about to bring up the topic of ending practice, but I didn't find the opportunity.

Lin Zhiyao sighed. "Never mind, I'll just tell you before practice tonight."

Filming continued in the afternoon.

The last scene today is a scene between Shen Jin and the second female lead. It's not a major scene, just an ordinary court scene. The second female lead kneels in front of the palace and cries, while Shen Jin sits on the dragon throne and watches coldly.

Lin Zhiyao stood next to the monitor, holding the clapperboard, watching Shen Jin's performance.

The Shen Jin in the scene is a completely different person. His eyes are as cold as ice. The second female lead is crying with tears streaming down her face, but he doesn't even raise an eyebrow. His thin lips are slightly pursed, his expression is ruthless, and his whole body exudes an aura of "don't come near me".

After the director yelled "Cut," Shen Jin's expression instantly changed, becoming indifferent but not so cold anymore. He nodded to the director, turned around, and left.

As he passed by Lin Zhiyao, he didn't stop walking, but his fingers inadvertently drooped down and gently brushed against the back of her hand.

The movement was so fast it seemed unintentional.

Lin Zhiyao's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the clapperboard.

She looked up abruptly, but Shen Jin had already walked far away, leaving only a tall, straight back view.

No one around noticed this little action.

Lin Zhiyao hugged the clapperboard tightly, her heart pounding like a drum.

This person...did they do this on purpose?

What does he mean?

The director examined the camera, nodded in satisfaction, and muttered, "Not bad. If we keep filming at this pace, we can wrap up in another two or three days."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyao paused slightly in her work, a faint smile playing on her lips as she breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great. No matter what Shen Jin means, we won't see him after filming wraps up, so we don't have to be so careful anymore.

Although Shen Jin agreed to let her work in the studio, Shen Jin is a big star who is usually very busy and travels all over the world. She is not an assistant or anything like that, so she probably has very few, if any, opportunities to see Shen Jin.

After finishing work, Lin Zhiyao deliberately lingered until very late, pondering whether she should say it was over in advance since there were only two or three days left. In addition, Shen Jin's little gesture of rubbing the back of her hand earlier made her feel uneasy.

Lin Zhiyao helped tidy up the props on set and also voluntarily helped the crew move equipment twice. She dawdled for almost an hour before finally carrying her canvas bag out.

When she arrived at the hotel entrance, she hesitated for a long time in front of the revolving door before finally going in.

It wasn't because she wanted to, but because Shen Jin had sent a message five minutes earlier: "I'm waiting for you in the room."

That's all there is to it. There's no "It's okay if you don't come" or "Never mind if it's inconvenient."

He was certain she would come.

As the elevator ascended, Lin Zhiyao watched the floor numbers jump one by one, her heart pounding faster with each beat.

2312.

Her fingers were shaking as she typed in the password. The door opened, but the lights were off inside.