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

The subway has arrived at the station.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were red, and she stood up in a daze, following the crowd out.

After exiting the station, she walked through the narrow alley without streetlights. When she went upstairs, the motion-activated light was still broken. She climbed up in the dark and stood at the door for a while before taking out her key.

The lights were off inside; my mother was already asleep.

Lin Zhiyao tiptoed into her room, closed the door, and without even taking off her bag, sat on the edge of the bed, head down, tears falling drop by drop onto the back of her hand.

She dared not cry out loud.

Don't wake Mom.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling, crying silently.

What should I do?

What should she do?

My phone vibrated again.

Lin Zhiyao rubbed her eyes and picked it up to read.

Shen Jin: "Are you home?"

Just three words.

Lin Zhiyao stared at those three words for several seconds, sniffed, and typed: "Mm".

Shen Jin: "I left the scarf with me."

Lin Zhiyao: "I know, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

Shen Jin did not reply to this message.

About a minute later, he sent another message.

Shen Jin: "I've thought about what we discussed today."

Lin Zhiyao was taken aback. What did he mean? Ending practice?

Shen Jin: "There's not enough time before filming wraps up, so I want to extend the practice time. You'll be my assistant, and I'm going abroad to shoot some magazines and movies. You can help me practice during my schedule."

Lin Zhiyao stared at the message, her heart starting to race.

Shen Jin: "I'll pay you 10,000 yuan a month as an assistant's salary, not for practice. Food, lodging, and transportation are all included."

Shen Jin: "You can think about it. There's no rush to reply."

Lin Zhiyao's hand holding the phone was trembling.

Ten thousand a month.

It's just enough to cover Mom's new medication costs.

As she looked at the numbers on the screen, tears streamed down her face, each drop landing on the phone screen and blurring the words.

She felt uncomfortable.

feeling bad.

What is this?

She was called an assistant, and she was called a trainee, but she knew that wasn't the case.

Which company has assistants who help their bosses practice kissing techniques? Which company's practice involves recording videos and being pinned against a wall for kissing? And all that's required, plus a monthly payment?

Isn't this... being taken advantage of?

It's just a nicer way of saying it.

Lin Zhiyao placed her phone face down on the bed and covered her face.

She didn't want to agree.

She really didn't want to agree.

But what about Mom?

Without this 10,000 yuan, how will Mom pay for her medicine?

Lin Zhiyao cried for a long time, until she could no longer shed tears, and could only sob dryly.

She lay down, curled up into a ball, and stared at the dark ceiling.

Shen Jin's face flashed through my mind.

He leaned back on the sofa and said in a calm tone, "I won't let you help me for nothing."

When he lowered his head to kiss her, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his dark eyes were incredibly focused.

He called her "Miss Lin" in a distant yet polite tone.

When he grabbed her waist today and said, "What did you say?", there was a dangerous, chilling darkness in his eyes.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes into her hair.

She picked up her phone and typed a message.

"Okay. I agree."

send.

The other party replied almost instantly.

Shen Jin: "Okay. We'll leave right after filming the last scene tomorrow. I'll have my assistant book the plane tickets."

Lin Zhiyao: "Where to?"

Shen Jin: "Switzerland."

Lin Zhiyao stared at those two words, put her phone aside, turned over, and pulled the blanket over her head.

She cried again.

But this time he remained silent.

*

Day three.

Lin Zhiyao arrived at the film set with dark circles under her eyes.

I barely slept last night, tossing and turning until 4 a.m. before finally managing to close my eyes for a short while, only to wake up again at 6 a.m.

When I looked in the mirror after getting up, I was shocked by myself. My eyes were dark and bluish, my lips were pale, and I felt completely drained.

She applied several layers of concealer and then put on some lipstick to brighten her complexion. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt like she was wearing a mask.

The film set remains busy as usual.

Lin Zhiyao stood next to the monitor, holding the clapperboard, her head spinning. She almost misremembered the number of lines several times, but thankfully she caught herself in time.

Shen Jin only has one scene today.

The final scene of the entire play.

It was a one-man show for the king in his twilight years, with no other actors, only him sitting alone on the dragon throne, facing the empty palace.

The camera zoomed in, and Shen Jin's face filled the entire monitor screen.

He sat on the dragon throne, his back slightly hunched. He was no longer the spirited young emperor from the previous episodes, but a frail and elderly monarch.

His eyes were cloudy yet held a lingering light; his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and simply closed his eyes slowly.

When the director yelled "Cut," the set was silent for several seconds before bursting into applause.

"Great! That take is a wrap!" The director's voice cracked with excitement. "Congratulations, Teacher Shen, on wrapping up filming!"

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Teacher Shen! Look at this makeup and styling to make him look old and ugly, most people would look terrible, but Teacher Shen looks very handsome! Indeed, even an old Ferrari is still a Ferrari."

The assistant director was joking with the director.

A staff member brought up the flowers, which Shen Jin accepted with a polite smile. He then took a photo with the director and several lead actors.

Lin Zhiyao stood far away on the periphery of the crowd, watching him.

Shen Jin wore a polite smile and nodded to everyone, his manner polite, distant, and impeccable.

This person is completely different from the one who grabbed her waist and pinned her to the sofa to kiss her last night.

Shen Jin's gaze suddenly swept over from the crowd.

Even through several people and the staff coming and going, his gaze landed precisely on Lin Zhiyao's face and paused for a second.

Then move it away.

Just one second.

But Lin Zhiyao felt that in that one second, he saw right through her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head, pretending to look at the clapperboard, while her fingers gripped the pen tightly.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The director walked over to Lin Zhiyao, "Zhiyao."

"Director." Lin Zhiyao looked up.

"Shen Jin told me he wants to borrow you for a few days as a temporary assistant." The director smiled. "This is a great opportunity. You can learn a lot from Teacher Shen, so do your best."

Work hard?

Just get fucked properly.

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, as if to say something, but in the end she only said, "Thank you, director."

"Alright, go ahead. I'll have someone else take your place here. By the way, about that movie I mentioned to you the other day, you can think about it some more. There's no rush to make a decision. You can give me an answer before March next year."

The director really likes Lin Zhiyao, a pretty, down-to-earth, and capable girl with a seemingly innocent personality.

He could be a good prospect.

Lin Zhiyao knew the director's good intentions, so she smiled and nodded, saying "I understand," and thanked the director for taking care of her during this time before carrying her canvas bag and walking out of the film set.

When I got to the door, Xiao Zhou was already waiting there.

"Miss Lin, this way please."

Xiao Zhou stepped aside to lead the way, his expression as polite and distant as ever.

Lin Zhiyao followed him toward the black van.

The car door opened, and Shen Jin was already sitting inside.