Yin Shuwei’s hair was extremely well-maintained. It was pitch-black and smooth, like satin, pouring down like perfectly spread, ultra-smooth ink.
Just like Yin Shuwei herself. To Yu Xingzhi, she was a block of ink he couldn’t see through—an unsolvable puzzle.
Yu Xingzhi slowly and slightly adjusted his sitting posture so that Yin Shuwei’s head could rest more steadily and comfortably. His careful demeanor was like treating an incredibly precious treasure.
Or rather, it was like treating a bubble-like dream, terrified that a hasty touch would shatter it.
He was a conscious machine trapped within an absurd story, stepping systematically into the giant web woven by the Goddess of Fate. He could only experience the thrill of rebellion during the process of committing a crime.
Yu Xingzhi had coldly watched the empty shell of “Yin Shuwei” happily go out for her appointment. He, who was supposed to be “completely ignorant” and waiting in place for fate to unfold, had suddenly found himself much freer.
He had obtained an axe. He stood silently by the door, waiting for the upcoming curtain call, imagining the world completely splitting apart when he finally swung the axe down.
The night had been so thick it resembled an abyss, wrapping and swallowing people up. Yu Xingzhi was a lost soul trapped in that sticky, dark hell, and not even a god was willing to drop down a single spider thread of pity—or mockery.
Time passed bit by bit. Yet, Yu Xingzhi heard a commotion at the door three hours, forty-three minutes, and twenty-seven seconds early. It wasn’t the sound of “Yin Shuwei” frantically pounding on the door in panic, but rather… picking the lock?
Picking the lock?
The door creaked open a crack. The slender figure outside was both sneaky and audaciously bold, using her bloodstained hands to touch the custom-made off-white cabinet he had specifically ordered.
Later, Yu Xingzhi had wiped it all clean while she went to take a shower, not leaving a single trace.
What did she say? She had said— Hi hubby, I’m back from my wild night out.
Yu Xingzhi hadn’t heard it very clearly. Listening to her unconvincing explanation that sounded like someone trying to fool a child, he vaguely realized… God had dropped a spider thread that belonged solely to him.
Yin Shuwei had no idea that while she was fighting tooth and nail on the internet, the beautiful man at home had been wiping the floor with a serious expression, because there were bloodstains everywhere, making it look like a murder scene.
Yu Xingzhi looked at the person sleeping soundly on his shoulder, practically defenseless. The color of his eyes was as dark as an abyss.
Because the physical activity during the day had been too much, Yin Shuwei, whose sleep schedule was irregular, found her eyelids fighting each other the moment she relaxed. Beside her was the only person she had certified as “normal” in the original book, so she slept beautifully without any defenses.
Perhaps she had been living too comfortably lately, as even her dreams were spectacular and colorful.
A man slowly emerged from a mist of water, revealing a beautiful face and body. Yin Shuwei exclaimed in her dream: Is this really something I can watch for free?
Opening her eyes in excitement, she met the exact same face from her dream. Feeling the warm, perfectly firm touch under her hand, Yin Shuwei squeezed it once before withdrawing her hand, giving a five-star review: “Your abs are truly abs.”
As long as you aren’t embarrassed, the embarrassed one will be someone else.
Yin Shuwei’s life principle was to never succumb to overthinking. If she was dissatisfied, she threw hands; if it didn’t work out, she’d drop dead.
Yu Xingzhi didn’t even know how to describe his mood. He had been very seriously contemplating things involving the philosophy of life and the profound mysteries of fate, only to be kneaded and groped right back to reality.
Suddenly, he felt that his waves of probing and his carefully maintained facade were all useless efforts.
Did she like him?
Thinking of the word “like,” Yu Xingzhi suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his heart. Messy, chaotic love was too heavy; it could drive a person crazy.
Yu Xingzhi had to admit that he couldn’t see through the person in front of him.
The spider thread was too fragile, yet full of fatal attraction. By Yin Shuwei’s side, he felt an unprecedented freedom, but he was also afraid that this blessing was just a meticulously planned game.
Thinking too much, no matter how good Yu Xingzhi’s acting skills were, he couldn’t control his consistently displayed calm self-restraint and pure, innocent expression. Annoyance mixed with traces of hostility, and his entire aura turned gloomy.
The driver looked through the rearview mirror and was stunned by the situation in the back. Weren’t they perfectly fine just now? Why is he suddenly angry?
Could it be that this couple also had a script?
Did they discuss how to act on the show well in advance at home? Anyway, the other guests didn’t look too normal either, so they were just relying on setting up a “sober and clear-headed” persona to farm traffic, right?
Thinking about it this way made a lot of sense. The others were all company CEOs; only Yu Xingzhi and Yin Shuwei—one a Best Actor, the other a blogger—were the ones who needed traffic the most.
The driver felt like he had discovered a massive secret.
Yin Shuwei naturally also noticed the emotional change in Yu Xingzhi. Alright, she understood she had been too abrupt. Making such a move on someone she wasn’t familiar with could easily get her arrested.
However, Yin Shuwei was very good at comforting people. She immediately took out her phone and found Yu Xingzhi’s chat interface from her contact list.
After a short while, Yu Xingzhi’s phone vibrated.
Glancing up to see Yin Shuwei’s suggestive gaze, Yu Xingzhi hesitated for a moment before obediently unlocking his phone.
[Yin Shuwei: [Transfer]]
Tapping it open: 20,000 yuan.
“Sister doesn’t grope for free. Sister pays up,” Yin Shuwei declared arrogantly.
No one would refuse money. Yin Shuwei simply didn’t believe there was anyone in this world who didn’t love money. Even if Yu Xingzhi wasn’t lacking money, Yin Shuwei felt that his mood would improve a bit upon receiving inexplicable free cash.
Yu Xingzhi: “…”
Yu Xingzhi clicked to accept the transfer.
Yin Shuwei: “Hehehe.”
She made a finger-heart gesture.
Yu Xingzhi: “…”
At least things are pretty good right now, aren’t they? If anything goes wrong, he can just detonate this world.
After Yu Xingzhi figured this out, his mental state reached a whole new level.
Yin Shuwei felt that an apology should be done as a complete set. She leaned in close to Yu Xingzhi’s ear and whispered, “It’s fine, I won’t go blabbing. I guarantee that after we divorce, you’ll still be a pure and innocent man. Your market value won’t drop.”
Yu Xingzhi: “…”
He wouldn’t be able to stay ’emo’ for a while.
The car finally arrived at the police station. The police were still waiting for Yin Shuwei and hadn’t gotten off work yet. Yin Shuwei wasn’t panicked in the slightest; instead, she was as excited as if she were returning home. She enthusiastically greeted everyone, telling them everything she knew without holding back.
Oh my Goddess! Seeing such a righteous and awe-inspiring place in a brainless Domineering CEO novel, who wouldn’t feel their sense of security bursting through the roof?
Seeing Yin Shuwei’s inexhaustible energy, Yu Xingzhi didn’t even realize he was smiling genuinely.
One of the police officers taking Yin Shuwei’s statement was very young, and perhaps a bit of a chatterbox. He sighed out of nowhere, “Our workload suddenly increased. It seems everyone finally remembered to find the police when they have a problem.”
He then got a knock on the head by the older officer next to him.
After the older officer left, the young officer rubbed his forehead and muttered silently, “I was careless, didn’t dodge.[1]This is one of the biggest Chinese internet memes of the 2020s. It comes from a viral video of Ma Baoguo, an elderly man who claimed to be a grandmaster of “Hunyuan Tai Chi.” Ma Baoguo … Continue reading jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2041781_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2041781_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });”
Yin Shuwei’s pupils underwent an earthquake. She lowered her voice and said, “A Guan Dao slices through a red rose?”
“Join my Yao family’s hero gathering?”[2]This is a classic lyric from Hanmai (喊麥 – “Shout-Mic”) culture. Hanmai is a subculture that originated on platforms like Kuaishou (China’s equivalent to TikTok, known for … Continue reading jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2041781_1_2').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2041781_1_2', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });
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Ma Baoguo famously set up a sparring match with a much younger amateur fighter and was completely knocked out in seconds, getting a massive black eye. Afterward, he recorded a video trying to excuse his humiliating defeat. He claimed that he had actually won, but because he was trying to be merciful to the young man, he “was careless, and didn’t dodge” (大意了，沒有閃), allowing the young man to hit him.
The phrase instantly became a massive meme used whenever someone makes a stupid mistake or gets unexpectedly hit and wants to jokingly excuse it.
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