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

But perhaps today's emotional fluctuations were just too great.

Lin Zhiyao soon fell asleep.

At the same time.

Shen Jin sat in an empty office on the top floor of the technology company, with several split-screen windows lit up on the computer screen in front of him.

The screen in the very center, displayed in the largest size, showed footage from the surveillance camera in Lin Zhiyao's bedroom.

She lay on her side, the blanket covering her chest, her breathing even, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier conversation.

"Hoo-hoo—"

Shen Jin leaned back in his chair, his face flushed with desire, suppressing his breathing.

The fox's eyes were fixed on the lovely girl in the picture.

She slept peacefully, her lips slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her white teeth.

Yao Yao, Yao Yao Yao Yao...

Yao Yao belongs to him.

I can't hold Yao Yao to sleep tonight. It's all that damn professor's fault. He's forced to relieve his loneliness in this pathetic way.

"Yaoyao..."

Shen Jin's temple bulged with veins, and he let out a low growl, his breathing becoming heavier.

In the surveillance footage, Lin Zhiyao seemed to sense something in her sleep, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

…………

He then threw a wad of tissues into the trash can next to his feet.

It was already half full inside.

All of them were crumpled, damp tissues.

They were all obviously thrown in not long ago.

Shen Jin cleaned himself up, opened a bottle of mineral water, took two gulps, and suppressed the lingering heat.

But the flushed red color, like a hot tide, just won't go away anytime soon.

Shen Jin stretched out his fingertip and touched Lin Zhiyao's beautiful and delicate face in the surveillance footage.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

The time was displayed in the corner of the surveillance screen.

The office was quiet, with only the faint hum of the servers running.

Shen Jin stared at Lin Zhiyao's peaceful sleeping face in the screen for a while before reaching out to shrink the monitoring window and opening another folder.

The folder contained several video clips and a set of processed photos.

The video at the top is titled "Harris_Compositing_01", and the timeline shows that it has been rendered.

It was sent by a subordinate about half an hour ago.

It was at that time that Shen Jin discovered Lin Zhiyao had woken up from the surveillance footage, so he temporarily stopped worrying about Harris.

Instead, he stared at Yao Yao.

Now that Yao Yao is asleep, Harris's temporarily postponed death has officially arrived.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were filled with a murderous dark light.

He opened the preview, and in the image, Harris's face was accurately replaced by AI into a real obscene video clip.

The scene was meticulously crafted to be almost flawless; facial expressions, body movements, and the interplay of light and shadow were all handled flawlessly.

The female student's face was blurred with a mosaic, and her figure and voice details were carefully processed to ensure that no one could recognize her, but no one would think she was fake.

The video ended with a screenshot of a fake chat log, in which Harris's tone, word choice, timestamps, and conversation habits were precisely simulated using a big data model, closely matching his real communication style.

Shen Jin stared at the screen for a few seconds, then clicked on another set of photos.

The photo shows Harris posing with several young female students after an academic conference.

Shen Jin had Harris's hand gestures and gaze subtly adjusted, giving the otherwise ordinary group photo an unsettling, suggestive meaning.

It was done with great restraint, perfectly navigating the delicate line between "it can be interpreted as a coincidence" and "it's obviously suspicious."

Shen Jin confirmed that all the materials were ready.

Then he ordered his men to proceed.

The next second after the command is delivered.

Countless anonymous accounts emerged online, packaging and uploading videos and photos in various formats to various high-traffic social media platforms.

The title was impactful enough, the keywords were optimized, and the weight of the algorithm push was also modified in the backend.

Soon after, this content went viral and became a trending topic.

Shen Jin closed the posting page and switched back to the surveillance footage of Lin Zhiyao's bedroom.

The sleeping girl on the screen turned over, kicking off a corner of the blanket to reveal half of her calf. Her ankles were slender and glowed softly in the dim nightlight.

Shen Jin stared at that small section of ankle for a long time, still not satisfied, and reached out to maximize the monitoring window.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes deep in thought.

The office fell silent again, with only the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint light of the city lights outside the window.

A long time has passed.

Lin Zhiyao in the surveillance footage moved again.

She mumbled something indistinctly, then turned over, rolled the blanket into a strip between her legs, and continued sleeping.

Shen Jin paused slightly as he watched this action, then looked away and took a sip of his now-cold coffee.

He dialed the internal phone to his assistant, who was still working overtime at the company: "Notify the technical department to have a morning meeting at eight o'clock."

This means he has other plans and will no longer be working at the company.

The assistant responded and then asked, "Mr. Shen, would you like a driver to pick you up?"

Shen Jin's gaze returned to the surveillance footage. Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly; she was probably dreaming.

"No need, I'll drive it myself."

He would never give other men the chance to see Yao Yao.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jin glanced at the time on the screen; it was 5:30 a.m.

It's still some time before dawn.

*

After daybreak, Boston's social media exploded.

First, the anonymously posted video was pushed to several major content aggregation pages by the algorithm in the early morning hours.

An astonishing number of clicks had already been accumulated before the morning traffic peak.

The comments section quickly evolved from initial questions like "Is this for real?" to a barrage of condemnation and digging up old posts. People who knew Harris dug up photos of him attending various academic events in the past and compared them with his physical characteristics in the video, concluding that the match was extremely high.

Following this, several accounts came forward to speak out.

A female alumna who graduated several years ago posted a long update saying that she worked as a teaching assistant in Harris's group for a semester and experienced several "uncomfortable private conversations," but she didn't dare to say anything at the time, thinking that she was overthinking it.

Seeing these things now, she realizes she didn't think much about it back then.

Another post came from an anonymous account claiming to be a friend of Harris's ex-wife, saying that the reason for Harris's divorce was not just a simple breakdown in their relationship.

Someone else posted an old link in the comments, pointing to a post that briefly appeared and was deleted on a school forum three years ago—the poster claimed to be a Chinese student in the lab, accusing Harris of inappropriate words and actions towards her during a research trip. The person involved later dropped out of school within a few weeks, and the post quickly disappeared.

The news spread faster than expected.

The university's official account issued a brief statement around 10 a.m., stating that the university had taken note of the relevant content and allegations online and would immediately initiate an internal investigation. The faculty member involved was suspended from duty pending the investigation results.

Lin Zhiyao woke up around noon.

She was woken up by a text message notification on her phone.

The screen was lit up, and the notification bar was filled with several messages, most of which came from the lab's group chat.