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

It really is Shen Jin.

Lin Zhiyao felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

He was followed by four men in dark suits, their expressions solemn, like walls blocking his way.

Lin Zhiyao glanced at the passageway not far away, where men dressed similarly were also stationed. They turned their heads and quietly watched the commotion in this direction, clearly also men brought by Shen Jin.

He seemed to have anticipated her escape, for he didn't even return to the mansion before coming straight here.

Otherwise, it certainly wouldn't have happened so quickly.

Shen Jin remained calm, his gaze falling on the boarding pass in her hand, then slowly moving upwards to meet her almond-shaped eyes, which were slightly widened by fear.

"What are you planning to do?" he asked, his tone even gentle, as if he were simply asking what you wanted for dinner.

Lin Zhiyao gripped her boarding pass tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She took a half step back, her back pressed against the ticket machine's control panel, the metal edge digging into her lower back.

"Shen Jin," Lin Zhiyao began, her voice shrill with tension, "This is an airport, so many people are watching—"

"Hmm, and then?"

Shen Jin took a step forward.

Lin Zhiyao's expression froze. She thought that Shen Jin wouldn't be too arrogant in public.

Shen Jin continued to approach her.

The men behind him didn't follow; they simply dispersed and slowly blocked three directions.

Lin Zhiyao had nowhere to retreat: "Don't come any closer! Aren't you afraid I'll call for help? This is a public place, there are people everywhere!"

"Well, that's why I didn't just pick you up and take you away."

Shen Jin even smiled slightly when he said this, a faint curve appearing at the corners of his lips.

The smile didn't even reach his eyes.

Lin Zhiyao's chest heaved as she quickly glanced around at the passengers, staff, and long queues at the check-in counters.

There were many people in the public place.

Although no one is paying attention to this place right now, as long as she shouts for help, airport security will definitely intervene.

Shen Jin seemed to see through her thoughts, and stopped for the moment, not approaching any further.

He raised his hand, his thumb and forefinger holding a red book that was neither too thick nor too thin, and flipped it in her direction.

Lin Zhiyao's pupils constricted suddenly when she saw the photo and text on the card.

That's her passport.

But clearly—

Lin Zhiyao subconsciously looked at the passport in her hand, which was exactly the same as the one Shen Jin had taken out of his pocket, even the wear and creases on the corners were identical.

As she thought of something, her heart sank and her body began to tremble.

"That book you're holding..."

Shen Jin spoke slowly, but his words were cruel: "Didn't you notice the last digit of the code was changed? It's fake. If you try to use it at the counter, the system will tell you the document is invalid."

Lin Zhiyao opened the inner page and looked at the code against the light. There were indeed very subtle traces of alteration at the end of several numbers.

If you scratch hard with your fingernail, a small piece of the thin correction mark will lift up, revealing a jumble of random numbers underneath.

Her fingers, gripping the fake passport, began to tremble.

Shen Jin took two more steps forward.

Lin Zhiyao stood there, her red lips pressed into a line, tears welling up in her eyes but refusing to fall.

"I know what you're thinking."

Shen Jin walked up to her, looked down at her, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You're thinking that even if your passport is fake, you can still go to the counter to process it manually, or go to the consulate. There's always a way... But if you miss this opportunity, there won't be another one."

"But Yao Yao, I remember, didn't you have a senior named Chen Nian?"

Lin Zhiyao suddenly looked up, her face full of disbelief.

Shen Jin was still smiling. He turned his head, leaned down, and his thin lips almost touched her earlobe.

The terminal's announcements were broadcasting boarding information in two languages, and the noise of the crowd made his words stand out all the more clearly and coldly.

"She has a group meeting this afternoon, and she has to cross an intersection that's a frequent accident site. Hmm... let me think, when was the last accident there? Oh, it was about ten days ago."

Lin Zhiyao felt cold all over.

Tears finally fell, sliding down her cheeks to her chin.

Shen Jin looked into her eyes, reached out and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. His movements were very light, and his tone was very gentle. "Whether she lives or dies is up to you, baby."

Lin Zhiyao felt as if all her strength had been drained away.

Only his fingertips were still gripping the boarding pass tightly, his knuckles so hard they almost tore the paper apart.

Shen Jin glanced down at her fingers, took the piece of the plane ticket from her hand, and tore it to shreds in front of her.

Then he reached out and opened his hand, palm up, in front of her.

The hand was wide with distinct knuckles.

"Yaoyao," his voice softened, almost tenderly, "come home with me."

Lin Zhiyao stared at that hand for several seconds with tears in her eyes.

She knew he was not just threatening her.

Shen Jin, that madman, is truly capable of doing such a thing.

People were coming and going around, and no one noticed the stalemate in this corner.

Lin Zhiyao stiffened, but finally reached out and gently placed her hand in his palm.

Instantly, Shen Jin clenched his fists tightly.

His palms were dry and tight, as if afraid she would run away. Lin Zhiyao was held tightly, following him in a daze, without struggling.

Shen Jin led her around and towards the terminal exit. The men in suits followed silently, forming a loose encirclement.

Lin Zhiyao was led by his hand, her steps a little unsteady, but she didn't turn around.

As I stepped out of the automatic doors of the terminal, the sunlight shone down again, warmly caressing my face, but my mood was completely different.

The car doors closed, and the engine started.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head and watched the airport building gradually shrink outside the car window until it became a blurry dot in the rearview mirror.

Shen Jin sat next to her, his hand never letting go, the grip was so strong that her wrist ached.

The driver in the front seat glanced in the rearview mirror. "Ms. Lin, you may not know this, but the city's surveillance system and AI facial recognition are now fully integrated. As long as you appear under any public camera, the system can complete the comparison and location within seconds. Mr. Shen, what about you—"

"Alright."

Shen Jin interrupted him, his voice not loud but cold.

The driver wisely kept quiet and turned his gaze back to the road ahead.

Lin Zhiyao leaned back in the back seat, her face turned towards the window.

She knew that Shen Jin had tacitly allowed the driver to tell her this.

Her blurry reflection was shown in the glass; her face was pale, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips were slightly white.

My heart is filled with bitterness and despair.

If that's the case, she wouldn't have a chance to escape at all; she'd be gone in a second if she showed her face.

Shen Jin kept a cold face, not saying a word or looking at Lin Zhiyao, but holding her wrist tightly with such force that he could almost crush her wrist bones.

Even inside the car, a place where she couldn't escape, she refused to let go or loosen her grip.

Lin Zhiyao felt a sharp pain in her wrist from the pressure, and she could feel her pulse beating under his fingertips, each beat brimming with vitality, but her heart felt numb and almost withered.

After an unknown amount of time, the car turned into the alley of Cherry Street, and the two returned to their familiar little house.

The door slammed shut behind them with a muffled thud.

Lin Zhiyao was dragged across the living room by Shen Jin. Her wrist hurt so much that she frowned. The next second, she was shoved heavily into the sofa. Before she could bounce up, Shen Jin pressed down on her, supporting her face with one hand and holding her wrist with the other, raising it above her head and pressing it against the back of the sofa.

He remained silent throughout the entire return journey, not uttering a single word, and his face showed no extra expression.

At this moment, he leaned down, and the turmoil in his fox eyes seemed to have been suppressed for too long and finally cracked open, thick and dark, wrapped in a kind of violent, obsessive possessiveness.

"Yaoyao," Shen Jin said, his voice hoarse, his breath coming in rapid gasps as he brushed against her cheek, "Is your husband being too good to you?"

"So that's why you think you can run around like that, is that right? Hmm?"

The last syllable was almost squeezed out through clenched teeth, as if he were in a frenzy.