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

The moment Lin Zhiyao saw Shen Jin, she didn't say anything and turned to leave.

He walked quickly and hurriedly, his bag strap swaying on his shoulder, without even glancing at the car again.

The snow has stopped, and the road surface has been sprayed with de-icing agent, making a crunching sound when you step on it.

Shen Jin clearly hadn't expected her to react this way.

He paused for a second in the driver's seat, then started the car and slowly followed beside her.

The car was moving very slowly, almost at the same pace as her walking.

"Yao Yao".

Lin Zhiyao ignored him and looked straight ahead at the road.

The car accelerated a little, passing her by two or three meters, and then the tires rolled over the snow on the side of the road, bringing it to a sudden stop.

Shen Jin got out of the car, took three steps at a time, walked up to her, and grabbed her wrist.

"Come home with me."

Shen Jin lowered his voice, his face darkened, and his jawline tightened.

Lin Zhiyao stumbled as he pulled her, her suppressed anger flaring up suddenly. She forcefully shook off his hand, shouting, "Let go!"

Shen Jin's arm remained completely still.

He gripped Lin Zhiyao's wrist even tighter, his knuckles almost digging into her wrist bone, causing Lin Zhiyao to wince in pain.

"Where do you want to go if you don't go home?"

Shen Jin stared at her, his tone becoming even more somber.

"When did I say I wasn't going back?" Lin Zhiyao felt she couldn't reason with him. "I just want to go back by myself!"

"So you're deliberately avoiding me?"

Shen Jin spoke slowly, his gaze fixed intently on her face, his expression grim, "Why?"

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth.

The question, "How dare you ask why?" almost burst out, but the words stuck in my throat.

How should she bring it up?

Should I just bluntly say that she found out you secretly climbed into my bed at night and did *that* with my underwear?

Lin Zhiyao couldn't bring herself to say it, and at that moment she really hadn't figured out how to handle her relationship with Shen Jin.

So she didn't want to bring it up directly until she had thought it through.

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips into a straight line, turned her head away from Shen Jin, and struggled with her wrist again. Her face was pale. "I'm saying this one last time, let go."

Shen Jin didn't release it.

Without even hesitation, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the car with such force that Lin Zhiyao was practically being dragged along.

"Shen Jin, what are you doing? Are you crazy?!"

Lin Zhiyao struggled to run out, but Shen Jin had already opened the back door and pushed her back in with one hand on her shoulder.

Lin Zhiyao slumped into the seat, and before she could even sit up, Shen Jin had already let go and slammed the car door shut.

Then came the key beep, followed by a click, and all the car doors and windows locked.

Lin Zhiyao tried the handle twice inside, but it didn't budge.

She slammed her fist on the window twice, glaring angrily at him through the car window, her almond-shaped eyes already brimming with tears, both angry and aggrieved.

Shen Jin glanced at her from outside the car, but didn't respond to her gaze. He walked around the front of the car, opened the driver's side door, and got in.

No one spoke the entire way.

The carriage was so quiet that only the low hum of the heater and the rustling of the tires over the road could be heard.

Lin Zhiyao sat in the back seat, her face turned to the window, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and landing on the back of her hand that was gripping the bag strap.

She didn't wipe it; instead, she clenched her fists even tighter, her knuckles turning white.

This was the first time she had ridden in Shen Jin's car without sitting in the passenger seat.

After arriving home, Shen Jin did not lock the car door.

Lin Zhiyao pulled the handle and opened the car. She got out of the car, walked straight through the living room and went upstairs without even changing her shoes.

The footsteps going upstairs were hurried and heavy. The door slammed shut behind her with a "bang," and the deadbolt clicked crisply as it turned.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the door and took a few breaths, tears finally streaming down her face.

She raised her hand and wiped it hard, her gaze sweeping across the desk, where she saw the gift bag standing quietly in the corner.

That was a fountain pen she bought yesterday for nearly two thousand US dollars, which she originally intended to give to Shen Jin.

Now it looks like a joke.

Lin Zhiyao walked over, grabbed the paper bag, opened the drawer, stuffed it into the bottom, and then pushed the drawer back down heavily.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Tears splattered onto the table, spreading into dark circles.

Lin Zhiyao lay face down on the table, her forehead pressed against her forearm, her shoulders trembling as she cried, but she didn't make a sound.

But at this crucial moment, Shen Jin was unwilling to let her go either.

There was a knock on the door.

"Lin Zhiyao."

Shen Jin's voice came through the door, sounding genuinely puzzled, "What's wrong with you today?"

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, suppressing her sobs, and said coldly, "Does your company have so little work? I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

There was a two-second silence outside the door.

"sleep?"

When Shen Jin heard that she was going to sleep, his tone sounded a little strange, even eerily gentle, perhaps because the sound was distorted through the door. "Yao Yao, drink a cup of hot water before bed. It can soothe your nerves."

Lin Zhiyao's anger, which had been suppressed, flared up again. She slammed her hand on the table and yelled, "Leave me alone!"

It was completely quiet outside the door.

Lin Zhiyao waited for a while longer, but heard no more movement or footsteps fading away.

She didn't know whether Shen Jin had left or not, nor did she want to know.

Lin Zhiyao hastily wiped away the tear stains on the desktop, then simply turned on the computer and opened her new supervisor's literature list.

For the next three hours, Lin Zhiyao forced her attention to the charts and formulas on the screen.

She didn't really absorb much of it, but at least the dense text kept her mind from being consumed by all the messy things about Shen Jin that were making her feel so confused.

When her eyes started to ache and swell, Lin Zhiyao glanced at the time in the lower right corner; it was already 9:51.

My stomach made a rumbling sound at that moment, which was quite disrespectful.

But she doesn't want to see Shen Jin at all right now.

Lin Zhiyao closed her laptop, walked to the door, and pressed her ear against the door panel to listen for a while.

It was very quiet outside the corridor; there wasn't a sound at all.

Lin Zhiyao gently opened the door a crack. The corridor was pitch black, and no light came up from the stairwell.

Shen Jin was not in the living room.

Lin Zhiyao relaxed and tiptoed out. As she passed Shen Jin's room, she glanced at it out of the corner of her eye. It was dark under the door, with no light on.

It seems that Shen Jin is either not home or already asleep.

Lin Zhiyao hurried downstairs, reached the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

A dim, cold light shone from inside the refrigerator, and she stood in front of it, stunned, for several seconds.

It was packed full.

The drink she loves, the bread she mentioned twice before, and a few boxes of this fast food she casually mentioned looking good...

Things that she herself hadn't really paid much attention to were now all neatly stacked in the refrigerator.

It's as if someone deliberately wrote down everything she mentioned and filled in all the details at once.

Lin Zhiyao felt a pang of sadness.

She lowered her eyes, took out only the bread she had bought at the convenience store, and then closed the refrigerator door to prevent herself from looking at it again.

If Shen Jin could always be this good, that would be wonderful.

If only none of that had happened last night.

Perhaps, perhaps she has already given the gift to Shen Jin, and their relationship will be different.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes reddened again as she thought about it, and her thoughts became a jumbled mess.

Shen Jin is such a strange being, both good and bad, leaving her completely at a loss as to how to deal with him, and she can only run away.

Lin Zhiyao walked dejectedly to the kitchen counter, preparing to fry bread and bacon, just to get by with a casual dinner.

Lin Zhiyao bent down to open the cupboard and looked for a frying pan.

There was a corner at the very bottom of the cabinet that she had never noticed before. When she reached in with her fingers, she touched a cold plastic bottle.

Lin Zhiyao stopped moving.

A strange sense of unease and agitation welled up inside her, as if some voice was warning her not to look, not to take, to put it back, and to close the cabinet door.

But Lin Zhiyao still couldn't suppress her curiosity.

The bottle of medicine seemed to possess an inexplicable allure, like a key to the truth, which led Lin Zhiyao to take it out.

The white plastic medicine bottle has an English label with a line of small print below indicating its purpose: a prescription sedative and hypnotic drug.

Nearly half of the bottle has been used up, and there isn't much left.

Lin Zhiyao's face first showed some confusion, then she seemed to understand something and suddenly turned pale.

She stared at that line of text for a long time.

I don't know if it's because the window wasn't closed.

The chill of winter seemed to be seeping in from behind her, and she felt her limbs getting cold rapidly.

Looking at this bottle of sleeping pills and thinking about her strange reactions over the past few days, what else could Lin Zhiyao not understand?

It wasn't because she was unaccustomed to the environment or too busy that she was so sleepy every night; it was because Shen Jin was secretly giving her sleeping pills every night.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, feeling short of breath and her stomach churning.

She gripped the medicine bottle tightly in her palm until it ached and the bottle itself became slightly warm, then forcefully placed it in the corner.

Lin Zhiyao couldn't help but tear up again.

She raised her hand and wiped it away fiercely, but this time the tears flowed even more and more, and she couldn't stop them no matter what she did.

......asshole!