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On a spring day, the wind was high and the air crisp.

On the streets, girls with snow-white legs swayed as they walked, their plush thighs trembling slightly.

The sidewalks were crowded with people.

“No need to rush, take it slow~~”

Zhuang Yayun’s delicate fingers gently brushed against Lin Yi’s.

Lin Yi panted, finally breaking free from the crowd, his body drenched in sweat.

The throng had been suffocating—during the shopping festival, the surge of people heading to the mall had nearly torn him and his wife apart.

“Then I’ll head home first and wait for you there.”

Zhuang Yayun smiled, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents, her sleek black hair tied into a side ponytail draped over her shoulder.

“Mm, I’ll come back as soon as I finish work.”

Lin Yi waved with a smile, watching his wife’s retreating figure before sidestepping a middle-aged woman who didn’t even glance his way.

“Tch, what’s this stinking man doing blocking the way? I should’ve run you over decades ago.”

The woman cursed under her breath, treating Lin Yi as nothing more than an obstacle.

But Lin Yi was used to it—his face remained impassive.

That’s right. Lin Yi had transmigrated—into this absurd, women-dominated, male-subjugated world.

And it wasn’t just the classic “older sister, younger boy” dynamic, nor merely a societal hierarchy. It was closer to species suppression.

Men in this society were practically pets or playthings, and women naturally possessed about 50% more physical strength than men.

Only in modern times had men gradually gained some standing, though they were still shackled by societal expectations. Only in major corporations and advanced cities could men enjoy relatively equal treatment.

Women in society also seemed broadly divided into traditionalists and reformists.

After transmigrating, Lin Yi had managed to secure an identity thanks to his good looks, then clawed his way up from there.

Fortunately, the novel industry in this world wasn’t as saturated as it had been on Earth. After some struggles, he managed to make a living by writing.

Back then, only six months into this world—about a year ago now—he had briefly dated an ex-girlfriend who appeared gentle on the surface but was, in reality, dangerously unhinged. They eventually parted ways.

Half a year later, he met his current girlfriend, Zhuang Yayun—considerate, gentle, and so unlike the women of this world that she perfectly matched his standards.

They were even engaged now. He considered himself incredibly lucky—in this world, he was already doing better than 99.99% of men.

Lin Yi arrived at the publishing company where he now worked, taking the elevator up to the meeting room.

The novel industry here resembled Japan’s light novel scene from his past life. Today, under his editor’s arrangement, he was meeting his new illustrator.

Lin Yi knocked on the meeting room door.

“Come in.”

Inside sat two tall women.

Pushing the door open, Lin Yi entered with an apologetic smile. “Miss Yun Ling, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You’re right on time, actually.”

Editor Yun Ling chuckled lightly, her delicate features soft and pure as she twirled a strand of hair around her pinky.

Beside her sat—

“Hello, I’m Shen Xixi. I’ll be handling the illustrations for your novel this time. Pleased to meet you~~ my adorable Teacher Lin Yi~~”

The moment Lin Yi saw that achingly familiar, breathtakingly beautiful face, his brain short-circuited. He froze on the spot.

This woman… was someone he knew far too well.

He knew her body inside out—could even picture the way she slept or how she sat on the toilet.

Including the color of her basement!

It was her—his wild, deranged, dangerous—ex-girlfriend!

Why was this wicked woman here again?

He had left her.

How could they still run into each other?

How was this possible?!

Shen Xixi tilted her head slightly, lips curling. “Teacher Lin Yi?”

Lin Yi’s mouth twitched as he slowly extended his hand.

The moment their hands met, Shen Xixi’s soft, smooth fingers caressed his palm, her mischievous pinky tracing little circles along the edge.

Lin Yi struggled to keep his expression neutral, his gaze fixed on her face—

Only to see her blink at him, her glossy red lips quirking in a smirk only he could see, her eyes glinting with playful mockery—all unnoticed by Yun Ling.

Yun Ling watched the two. Wasn’t this handshake lasting a bit too long?

Especially Shen Xixi—why did she seem so familiar with Lin Yi?

Should she say something?

After all, their author here was the company’s most adorable and sought-after writer. Countless editors and fellow authors adored him. In today’s increasingly open society, even she couldn’t just let someone take liberties with him.

As their hands finally parted—

Beneath the desk, Shen Xixi slipped off her black heels, revealing the soft, rounded curves of her black-stockinged feet, the fabric lending them a hazy allure.

Then, those silk-clad toes brushed against Lin Yi’s pant leg… before slowly, deliberately, rubbing up his calf.

Lin Yi’s brow twitched violently.

Shen Xixi sipped her tea, her expression serene and gentle—as if the foot currently teasing him wasn’t hers at all.

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Teacher Lin Yi, are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“It’s nothing.” Lin Yi forced the words out.

Yun Ling watched, baffled. Did these two actually know each other?

Lin Yi turned forward again.

This lunatic.

Of all people to run into—this had to be bad news.

A year ago, this woman had suffocated him with her overwhelming control and dominance.

Each encounter grew more twisted, each game more reckless.

He’d lost count of how many times the basement had been repainted.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore—he’d scraped together every ounce of courage to break up with her and escape.

But never in his wildest dreams did he expect to see her here, today.

They were over. If she kept this up, he could sue her for harassment—

Here, in this company, he was safe. His colleagues would protect him.

But.

Lin Yi was scared.

He was terrified of the tricks she might still have up her sleeve.

More accurately—he was terrified she still had those maddening recordings.

He was engaged now. He and his sweet girlfriend, Zhuang Yayun, had a bright future ahead.

If those recordings ever got out… he didn’t know how he could face her.