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

But Lin Zhiyao didn't have the strength to ask anymore.

After drying off, I was carried back to bed.

Lin Zhiyao lay on the bed and felt Shen Jin apply something to her; it was cool and smelled of medicine.

She barely opened her eyes a crack and saw Shen Jin with his head down, his fingers covered in green ointment, applying it very gently and slowly.

The scene was inexplicably gloomy and sordid.

Lin Zhiyao blushed and closed her eyes again.

After applying the medicine, Shen Jin lay down beside her and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Lin Zhiyao's back was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat, which was still steady and strong, each beat striking her eardrums.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Teacher Shen, you are a devil."

However, because her voice is naturally delicate and soft, it only makes people think that she is being coquettish.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Yes, only for you."

Lin Zhiyao had already fainted and didn't hear those words.

*

During the rest of her time in Switzerland, Lin Zhiyao felt like a fish being soaked in warm water, her bones softening completely.

After Shen Jin had his fill of meat, he became addicted and completely forgot the meaning of moderation.

He pressed Lin Zhiyao down hard in the villa.

His footprints were everywhere: on the living room carpet, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the study, on the marble countertop in the kitchen, at the corner of the stairs, by the hot spring pool, and even at the door of the bathroom where she had just taken a shower.

He kissed her, he bit her.

He grabbed her waist and pressed her down in various places.

His eyes were dark and inky, and his movements were violent and ruthless, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Lin Zhiyao cried, begged, and cursed him as a devil. Shen Jin just chuckled and kissed away her tears, trying to coax her. He continued his tyrannical and ruthless behavior, becoming even more vicious.

Later, Lin Zhiyao didn't even have the strength to refuse anymore. She could only lie limp in his arms, letting him toss and turn her over and over as he pleased.

Her eyes were red and wet, her lips were swollen and red, and her body was covered with finger marks and hickeys.

One morning, Lin Zhiyao saw marks on her body in the bathroom mirror. From her collarbone to her lower back, they were densely packed, as if some large beast had repeatedly marked her territory.

Blushing, she buttoned her pajamas all the way up, but it still couldn't cover up all the marks.

Shen Jin pressed himself against her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. He looked at her through the mirror, a satisfied smile on his lips. "My dear Yao Yao, what are you looking at?"

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyes, her voice muffled: "Look what you've done."

Shen Jin chuckled softly and kissed her earlobe. "Good news? I don't think that's enough."

Lin Zhiyao trembled and reached out to push him away, "Shen Jin! Are you ever going to stop—"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already pulled the person out of the bathroom and pressed them back onto the bed.

She didn't get to eat breakfast until noon that day.

Every day, when she was so exhausted from being put in bed that she couldn't get out, and Shen Jin had to hold her and feed her, Lin Zhiyao could only comfort herself that once they returned to China, and Shen Jin got tired of her, all of this would end.

After staying in Switzerland for almost half a month, Shen Jin needed her almost every day. Sometimes it was once, sometimes two or three times, and when he was in a good mood, it could last from evening until dawn.

"Teacher Shen... that's enough..."

Lin Zhiyao cried until her voice became hoarse.

Shen Jin buried his face in the crook of her neck, his nose brushing against her sweaty skin, his voice low and husky, "Not enough."

"Yaoyao, it's never enough."

Shen Jin held her wrist, their fingers intertwined, his palm burning hot. "Yao Yao, you've forgotten again. You should call me Shen Jin."

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

She was exhausted every day, and the first thing she did when she woke up was to look at the calendar and count down the days until she could return home.

Just when Lin Zhiyao thought she would be killed in Switzerland if she didn't return to China, Shen Jin finally relented.

"Let's get ready to go back."

Shen Jin leaned against the headboard, holding her, his fingers tracing through her hair, then gently kissing her. "I'm starting filming next week, a closed-door shoot for a week."

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, then a surge of joy welled up in her heart.

Not seeing each other for a week meant she could finally escape the devil's control and have some breathing room.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions, and whispered, "Okay."

Shen Jin looked up at her, his gaze lingering on her face for two seconds. A faint smile curved his lips, as if he could see through her thoughts but didn't say anything.

Shen Jin loosened her hair. "You're free to do as you please during this time."

Lin Zhiyao nodded, already making plans in her mind.

Shen Jin patted her cheek. "You have a flight early tomorrow morning, so go to bed early tonight."

As a result, they said to go to bed early.

But Shen Jin still didn't let her go that night.

But after it was over, Shen Jin didn't continue to pester her as usual. Instead, he held her in his arms and gently stroked her hair with his fingers.

Lin Zhiyao lay on his chest, so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard Shen Jin say something.

The voice was very soft, as if talking to oneself.

She didn't hear clearly, nor did she have the strength to ask, and simply fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Xiao Zhou drove them to the airport.

Lin Zhiyao sat in the back row by the window, watching the snow scene outside the window recede little by little.

Snow-capped mountains, wooden houses, coniferous forests—scenery she might never see again in her life—gradually receded outside the car window.

Shen Jin sat next to her, a tablet on his lap, reading a new script.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head and glanced at him.

His profile was very handsome, with a high nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and eyelashes that drooped slightly, casting a small shadow under his eyes.

His expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion.

She was nothing like the man who would pin her down in front of the mirror every night, whisper in her ear from behind, "Look how beautiful you are now."

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the space blanket.

The plane cut through the air, leaving behind a snow-white hada (ceremonial scarf).

*

Upon returning to China, Shen Jin immediately joined the film crew.

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief.

It probably won't be long before Shen Jin completely forgets about her.

Lin Zhiyao immediately contacted the head of a fan club who had previously wanted to buy her exclusive photo editing rights.

The two arranged to meet at a coffee shop. The station manager, a young girl, immediately brightened up when she saw Lin Zhiyao.

"You've finally figured it out! Our fan site desperately needs a photo editor with your aesthetic sense. That set of photos you edited before almost got a million reposts!"

Lin Zhiyao smiled, carefully reviewed the contract terms, found no problems, and finalized the agreement.

The site manager paid her a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan, which was settled monthly. Her job was to produce pictures for the site, edit airport photos, stage photos, and magazine photos of idols, and occasionally edit videos.

Although the workload is heavy, the hours are flexible, and everything is done online, so there's no need to go to the office. It's also the same idol she's been pursuing, which means she doesn't need to stay in a big city.

Lin Zhiyao's mind raced.

Rent is cheaper and the cost of living is lower in my hometown, which saves me a lot of money. As for medicine, I just need to go to the big city to pick it up regularly, or have a pharmacy mail it to me.

As soon as she got home, she discussed it with her mother.

Looking at her daughter's thin face and dark circles under her eyes, the mother's eyes reddened. "Yaoyao, I'm so sorry you've had to suffer like this."

"How could I feel wronged?"

Lin Zhiyao held her mother's hand, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "It's so good to be home. The air is fresh, and I can eat Grandma's pickled vegetables."

The mother wiped away her tears, hugged Lin Zhiyao, and secretly resented that her illness had burdened her daughter.

Before leaving.

Lin Zhiyao took her mother to the hospital for her final follow-up appointment.

Looking at the latest test results, Dr. Chen smiled and said, "The recovery is going well, and the indicators are stable."

Lin Zhiyao was overjoyed. "Dr. Chen, I plan to take my mother back to my hometown to recuperate. She might not be able to come for weekly checkups anymore. Could you perhaps change it to once a month? Or could I just bring her to pick up her medication?"

Dr. Chen paused for a moment as he flipped through the report.

"Back to our hometown?" He looked up at Lin Zhiyao, a strange glint in his eyes for a moment. "When are you leaving?"

"Next Monday."

Dr. Chen paused for two seconds, then nodded. "Okay, I'll prescribe you a month's worth of medication."

He lowered his head and typed a few words on the computer, then took a medicine bottle from the drawer and handed it to Lin Zhiyao.

These are just ordinary vitamins and will not have a negative impact on the body. However, the lack of a special medication will cause the condition to relapse, requiring a follow-up examination.

Dr. Chen kept calculating in his mind, but his tone was calm, "This medicine is a newly added adjuvant. Make sure your mother takes it on time; it's very important for consolidating the therapeutic effect."

"Thank you, Dr. Chen."

Lin Zhiyao took the prescription, and without thinking much, helped her mother to the pharmacy to get the other prescriptions for the medicine.

Dr. Chen watched her retreating figure until they were far away before taking out his phone and sending a message.

Lin Zhiyao didn't know that the medicine bottle didn't contain any special medicine at all.

She bought a train ticket back home, a soft sleeper, so her mother could lie down more comfortably. The house had already been tidied up.

The day of departure arrived quickly.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the edge of the bed and suddenly thought of Shen Jin.

She recalled those beautiful fox-like eyes, that cold and aloof face, and those nights that tormented her to the point of near death.

I've been back in China for five days now.

Except when he first joined the crew, Shen Jin never sent a single message. Although Xiao Zhou occasionally contacted him, he didn't mention Shen Jin much.

He's probably already tired of it.

It was just a passing fancy; once the novelty wore off, the contact naturally ended.

The life of a big star is glamorous, and the crew is full of beautiful women. How could someone like him possibly remember an intern who only stayed with him for a month?

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief, imagining the peaceful and happy life she would lead with her mother back to their hometown.

I will never contact him again.

She didn't plan to tell Shen Jin that she was leaving.

We were never from the same world to begin with, and an accident brought us together in a tiny, insignificant way. There's no need to say goodbye.

Just when Lin Zhiyao thought everything was getting better.

An unexpected event occurred.

Her mother's condition suddenly worsened that night, and she was admitted to the ICU.

The doctor said it would cost 12,000 yuan a day, and conservatively speaking, it would take at least two days of observation.

But Lin Zhiyao had no money left.

They can't even afford half a day's worth of money.