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After eating their fill, their little bellies slightly rounded,

It was already 8:30 in the evening.

Zhuang Yayun wore a sleek, flowing black satin camisole, light as gauze, its fabric rippling like water as she moved, accentuating her alluring collarbones, the tantalizing swell of her bosom, and her long, toned thighs, her waist and hips forming a perfect curve.

In just a few steps,

Zhuang Yayun walked up to Lin Yi and sat directly on his lap, one arm draped around his neck while the other lightly swirled a glass of red wine, exuding charm and grace, swaying like a flower in bloom.

Her softness brushed against Lin Yi’s cheek, his nose filled with the enticing fragrance of camellias, while the warmth of her thighs beneath the camisole pressed against him.

“Yi-Yi, what do you think?”

“Yi-Yi” was Zhuang Yayun’s pet name for Lin Yi, evolving from “Yi-Yi” to simply “Yi-Yi.”

“Beautiful, truly beautiful.”

Lin Yi held his wife, feeling utterly content. Such blissful days were rare in this absurd world.

Women ruled men, and men were treated like livestock.

To have met a wife as gentle, lovely, and slightly coquettish as Zhuang Yayun was nothing short of a dream.

If he had to set a time limit on this dream, he wished it would last ten thousand…

“One moment! The laws overturned…”

His phone rang.

“Falling into Madness”—a hit song by Zhang Sufen in this world.

Lin Yi answered the call, and a familiar voice came through. “Mr. Lin Yi, are you free this Friday?”

“Yes, Miss Yunling. What’s the matter?”

“Well, I’d like to host a dinner and invite you and Mr. Shen Xixi. It’d also be a chance for the two of you to get acquainted, which would help with work. I was wondering if you’d…”

Lin Yi hesitated for a few seconds before replying:

“Sure. Please send the address and time to my phone.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lin Yi. That’s settled then. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

Zhuang Yayun pinched Lin Yi’s chin. “Which female superior was that?”

Lin Yi answered seriously, “A female editor. She invited me to dinner this Friday.”

Zhuang Yayun’s eyes lit up. “Is your novel about to blow up?”

Lin Yi chuckled. “Maybe!”

Yet, as he stared at his darkened phone screen, a faint trace of worry flickered in his eyes.

He was just a fledgling light novel author who had only recently gained a bit of recognition. There was no way he could refuse the editorial department’s requests.

Not to mention, his collaborator was Shen Xixi, an illustrator who had already made a name for herself in the industry.

Yunling had likely gone to great lengths to secure this opportunity for him. No matter what, he couldn’t let her down.

But in Lin Yi’s mind flashed an image of Shen Xixi—her smug expression, her lips curling into a faint, triumphant smile, as if to say:

Lin Yi, you can’t escape.

Zhuang Yayun cradled Lin Yi’s head, running her fingers through his hair, oblivious to the shift in his expression. She was simply overjoyed that her husband’s light novel was gaining fame.

“In that case, we have to celebrate properly!”

“Mm.”

Lin Yi looked at Zhuang Yayun in confusion.

“But didn’t we just…”

“That was then. 🐂 A plow ox has no right to argue with its master.”

Zhuang Yayun licked her lips and pressed a finger to Lin Yi’s mouth.

Then slowly trailed it downward…

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The next day.

Golden light spilled across the sky, the morning sun molten gold.

Daylight grew brighter.

The weather was perfect.

“Yi-Yi, I remember you have to go to the editorial office today, right? I bought some breakfast from downstairs. Let’s eat together so you don’t have to grab something on the way.”

Lin Yi stretched as he got out of bed, his wife’s voice reaching his ears.

Zhuang Yayun, a white-collar worker at a major corporation with a monthly salary of 24,000, was on leave these past few days.

Rumor had it the company was preparing for layoffs, and Zhuang Yayun might be on the list.

Today, the company was holding an open meeting to announce the second round of layoffs, and she had to attend.

“Mm, thanks.”

Lin Yi quickly washed up and sat at the dining table.

On the table were fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk.

Zhuang Yayun took a quick sip of soy milk, a drop of the milky-white liquid trickling down her chest, which she casually wiped away. “Yi-Yi, I’ll head out first. The company’s meeting seems to have started early.”

“Go ahead. Be careful on the road.”

“Mhm!”

Zhuang Yayun hurriedly grabbed her handbag, slipped on her high heels, and clacked her way out the door.

A few minutes later, Lin Yi finished breakfast, cleared the table, took out the trash, and left home as well.

After tossing the garbage into the bin, he decided to walk to the editorial office.

Though he was a full-time author who usually worked from home—submitting drafts to his editor either in person or via email before deadlines—

To keep authors motivated, the editorial department required them to work in-office one day a week.

And today was Friday, the designated day for in-person writing.

9:35 AM.

Lin Yi arrived at the editorial office and found his assigned workstation among the crowd of authors who had come to meet their deadlines.

His spot was by the window, offering a pleasant view of the scenery outside.

It had been arranged by Yunling.

Today, he not only had to work on his ongoing serialization but also draft new material for his upcoming book.

The manuscript was due to Yunling by next Monday.

Lin Yi sat at his desk, booted up his laptop, put on headphones, and played some soothing music, immersing himself in writing.

He had no idea how much time had passed when—

“Mr. Lin Yi! Mr. Lin Yi! Let’s go have lunch together!”

A crisp voice called from behind him.

Lin Yi turned around.

A silver-haired girl stood there, her violet starry eyes gleaming, her delicate nose and cherry-blossom lips flawless, her fair complexion naturally stunning without a trace of makeup.

Her thin white blouse stretched over the gentle curves of her chest, while a gray pleated skirt concealed the lower half of her youthful figure, her slender legs sheathed in black tights, utterly enticing.

“Mr. Lin Yi! Why are you just staring blankly?”

The girl giggled sweetly, lightly patting Lin Yi’s head as her lovely face drew close to his, her fragrant breath nearly brushing his lips.