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

Lin Zhiyao composed herself and quickly began to assess the current situation. The room was under close surveillance, and the surveillance footage in front of her showed almost no blind spots.

Her phone was being monitored, preventing her from contacting anyone or conducting online transactions; she could only use cash or credit cards.

The snow outside is quite thick, so if you run away immediately, your footprints will be found very quickly.

If you don't make it to the airport in time, Shen Jin will catch up with you.

So she has to wait until the snow melts.

Lin Zhiyao left Shen Jin's room while thinking and went back to the living room. Shen Jin had already packed her suitcase and put it back. She first tried the entrance hall, which was indeed locked.

She went back and checked her suitcase again. All the cash had been taken, but for some reason, her passport had been left behind.

Lin Zhiyao felt a little downcast.

Even if Shen Jin was deliberately waiting for her to make a move, she still had to seize the opportunity.

The sleeping pills were found in the kitchen, so there might be a loophole in the surveillance system there. Also, American-style houses usually have a small window in the kitchen that leads outside, so escaping from there is a possibility.

She needs to wait for a window where Shen Jin cannot immediately return to defend, or actively create an opportunity.

*

At first, Lin Zhiyao pretended to be obedient and compliant, accepting everything without revealing any intention of running away.

Shen Jin would press her down on the bed every night, but in the morning he would prepare breakfast for her as usual. He would also come back from time to time during the day to cook lunch and dinner for her, as well as bring her various snacks and drinks. He even bought her a full set of jewelry, took her to the dressing room, and dressed her up and made her up like a doll.

What was originally just a rental apartment has been transformed by him into a place with an increasingly homey feel, as if a dragon is building its nest.

Until a week later.

Lin Zhiyao had thought that perhaps if Chen Nian didn't see her for a long time and didn't contact her, she would call the police or something, and that would help her find her.

But as of now, it's unclear what Shen Jin did, but in any case, both the school and Chen Nian have been fooled.

So she could only save herself.

*

It's another morning.

Shen Jin still ordered someone to bring her several sets of expensive clothes, which were then hung on a hanger and sent back.

When the clothes rack was pushed to the center of the dressing room, Lin Zhiyao was sitting in front of the dressing table.

She heard the sound of the pulley turning, looked up, and saw the person wearing a black mask and sunglasses push in a mobile clothes rack full of clothes, bowed without saying a word, and retreated.

The door closed behind me with a click.

Lin Zhiyao has already tried to talk to these people.

Whether it was delivering clothes, food, or jewelry, no matter what she asked, the other party acted as if they didn't hear her, not even raising their eyelids. They would leave as soon as they finished, probably because Shen Jin had given instructions beforehand.

She then gave up on finding a breakthrough by dealing with these people.

Lin Zhiyao stood up, walked to the clothes rack, and ran her fingertips over the exquisite and expensive fabrics, slightly lost in thought.

Custom-made, available but not in stock.

These are things she might not be able to afford even if she worked her whole life. Money is one aspect, but the other, and most importantly, is her network of connections. Ordinary people simply cannot come into contact with these people.

Silk satin, tweed, and silk georgette—you can feel the fabric flowing under your fingertips as you run your fingers over it; it's cool and smooth.

When Lin Zhiyao saw one of the lotus root pink cheongsams, her gaze paused slightly; she recognized the designer of the cheongsam.

The lotus root pink cheongsam has an extremely narrow waistline, and the stand-up collar has a knotted button carved from black jade with a matte finish.

That was Viviana's doing.

She read a report last year that said this long-retired design master only takes private commissions in recent years. The high price is secondary; the most important thing is that he has few slots and there are no available slots. Even Hollywood stars have to wait in line and are not guaranteed a reservation.

Putting aside the clothes, Viviana's discarded design sketches were auctioned off for a high price of $100,000 last time.

Lin Zhiyao withdrew her fingertips from the cheongsam.

"What are you looking at so intently?"

A deep, pleasant voice came from behind, and almost simultaneously, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her backward.

Lin Zhiyao slammed into the hard chest behind her without struggling.

Shen Jin appeared at some unknown time.

She leaned against him, feeling his breath lightly brushing against her neck, warm and slightly damp.

Lin Zhiyao tilted her head, the skin on the side of her neck feeling a tingling, itchy sensation from his breath.

She raised her hand and pushed his head away: "Don't lean here, it tickles."

Shen Jin didn't move. He turned his head and stared at her for a moment before doing as she asked. But before leaving, he didn't forget to kiss her neck.

Lin Zhiyao shrugged.

But Shen Jin probably felt that a light kiss wasn't enough, so he didn't stop. He held her chin with his palm, turned her face around, and with his other hand on her lower back, he pulled her close and exchanged a deep, lingering kiss.

Lin Zhiyao's breath hitched from his kiss, and she leaned against his palm, panting slightly, her almond-shaped eyes misty.

Shen Jin sat up, but didn't let go of her. His fingertips were still pressed against her chin, his fox-like eyes gazing intently at her. His thumb brushed against the corner of her lips where he had kissed her, wiping away the smudged lipstick.

Shen Jin held Lin Zhiyao close, his fingertips brushing through the countless clothes on the hanger, and picked out a new style of lotus root pink cheongsam with a fitted waist.

"I'll wear this outfit today."

Shen Jin took off the silk-smooth cheongsam and held it up against her. His gaze followed the outline of the cheongsam from her shoulder line to her waist, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"It's fitted at the waist, it suits you perfectly."

Lin Zhiyao is now dressed up from head to toe by Shen Jin. If she looked like an ordinary female college student before, she now looks like a rich young lady who has been built with gold and jade. She exudes an air of nobility from head to toe.

Lin Zhiyao didn't say anything, but she didn't refuse either.

Shen Jin had already draped the cheongsam over his forearm, put his other arm around her shoulder, and led her deeper into the dressing room.

The walk-in closet is very large, with floor-length mirrors on three sides, and a set of jewelry boxes on a soft stool in the middle.

"I can do it myself."

Seeing that Shen Jin seemed to be interested in changing her clothes himself again, Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still felt ashamed and wanted to refuse.

But Shen Jin seemed not to hear her. He led her to the mirror, reached out to unbutton her pajamas, and said with a smile, "Baby, what's there to be shy about? What part of you haven't I seen before?"

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled.

The tips of his ears were flushed a deep, almost blood-red color.

Shen Jin had long fingers, and he unbuttoned his clothes very slowly, as if he were doing something extraordinary, his eyes unusually focused.

The buttons were unbuttoned starting from the top, one by one downwards.

He paused as his fingertips brushed against her collarbone, gently caressing the hollow, then glanced at Lin Zhiyao before moving his fingers down.

The loungewear is open.

Lin Zhiyao was wearing only a thin silk camisole underneath. Shen Jin's gaze fell on her shoulder straps, and he hooked his knuckles around the thin strap, slowly pulling it to the sides.

The straps slid down her shoulders and bunched up in the crook of her arms.

Lin Zhiyao subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to block, but Shen Jin didn't stop her. He just glanced at her and then looked back at her clothes.

He held the light pink cheongsam in his hand, shook it open, and pinched the collar to gesture for her to raise her hand, "Baby, raise your arm."

Lin Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, but still raised her arm.

Shen Jin pulled the cheongsam over her head; the silk fabric brushed against her ears, cool and smooth.

His hand slid loosely down her waistline, with a subtle, teasing touch, but he simply smoothed out the hem of her cheongsam before going around to her back to pull up the invisible zipper.

The sound of the zipper engaging was very soft, but to Lin Zhiyao it seemed amplified infinitely, rising from her lower back to the middle of her shoulder blades before finally stopping.

Lin Zhiyao looked up at the dressing mirror. The woman in the mirror had her eyebrows and eyes made even more charming by the cheongsam. Her waistline was extremely narrow, and her hips were round and full, wrapped in satin.

Shen Jin pressed himself against her from behind, placing his hand on her waist. His thumb fit perfectly into the curve of her waist, which was cinched just right, as if it were tailor-made for her, as if he had known exactly how slender it should be.

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, wanting to ask how you knew, since she herself didn't even know her current waist size.

But the words stuck in his throat.

She had a feeling that Shen Jin would say something that would make her feel very ashamed.

Shen Jin picked out a jade pendant necklace from the jewelry box, and the clasp pressed against the back of her neck with a cool touch.

He lowered his eyes, his fingertips pinching the small lock, and after a couple of tries, he finally fastened it.

He gently brushed his fingertips across the delicate skin on the back of her neck, slowly moving up her cervical spine and slipping them into her hair.

Shen Jin supported the back of Lin Zhiyao's head, tilting her face slightly upwards. Then he lowered his head, his fox-like eyes gazing deeply at Lin Zhiyao. His nose brushed against her pink earlobe, and his breath fell on her earlobe.

A beautiful rosy glow slowly appeared there.

"The baby is so beautiful."

Shen Jin gently kissed her shoulder, pressing down on the exposed snow-white shoulder outside the high collar, lightly kissing and licking it, his breath hot.

Lin Zhiyao felt her skin tingle slightly from the heat of his breath. She didn't flinch, and a layer of mist appeared in the almond-shaped eyes of the woman in the mirror.