episode_0012

Luo Tianyou dropped Lin Yi off at his apartment building but didn’t follow him upstairs.

Instead, she drove around the block before returning to the parking lot, discreetly parking her car in a hidden spot. Only then did she quietly make her way upstairs, unlocking the door to her new home with her key and swiftly heading to the bedroom.

Two women in blue work uniforms, wearing masks and holding what appeared to be precision mechanical tools, were already waiting inside.

“Hello, Ms. Luo. We’ve completed all preparations. How would you like the cameras positioned?”

“I want a clear view of every movement on the bed—and of the entire bedroom.”

Luo Tianyou answered without hesitation.

“Understood.”

The two women exchanged a glance before swiftly opening the black briefcases they carried. They retrieved delicate tools and pinhole cameras, set up an extendable ladder, and began installing the devices on the bedroom ceiling—exactly as Luo Tianyou had requested.

Earlier, they had already scanned the layout of Lin Yi’s room with specialized equipment, meticulously avoiding areas prone to moisture. Tiny, nearly imperceptible holes had been drilled in strategic corners.

The footage from each pinhole camera would be synchronized and processed by AI, perfectly fulfilling Luo Tianyou’s demands.

The living room had already been set up—only the bedroom remained, awaiting her specific instructions.

In just five minutes,

the two efficient women in blue work uniforms finished the job.

“Thank you.”

Luo Tianyou solemnly retrieved 2,000 yuan from her small leather purse and handed it to them.

“Helping a comrade from the club is our duty.”

Beneath their masks, their voices carried unwavering conviction.

Their badges read: “Xiao Zhu 99” and “Xiao Xi 66.”

The Women’s Rights Club was a modern organization where women pursued a more valuable society, gender equality, and men who embodied their ideals—gentle, kind, and forward-thinking.

Every member was an intellectually progressive woman from all walks of life.

To help its members achieve their goals, the club’s founder had established an affiliated organization called “Zhu Xi.”

Clad in blue uniforms and masks, its members possessed diverse skills and had undergone rigorous training. Only those who fully embraced the club’s ideology were permitted to join.

Club members could commission “Zhu Xi” for various tasks—as long as they aligned with the club’s interests and provided appropriate compensation, “Zhu Xi” would see them through.

The club referred to such actions as—”Feminist Fist!”

A direct strike against this twisted world that must be changed.

As the “Zhu Xi” operatives left, Luo Tianyou rubbed her hands together excitedly and turned her attention to the computer in front of her.

She activated the newly installed camera network.

[System Initializing]

[All cameras will synchronize in one minute. Please wait.]

Luo Tianyou hurriedly slipped on her slippers, pitter-pattering to the fridge to grab a cola, Sprite, boneless chicken feet, and some braised snacks. She then rummaged through her snack cabinet for a bag of chips before settling back into her seat.

The cameras finished syncing.

“Yes! Time to spy on Lin Yi!!”

Luo Tianyou happily crunched on a chip.

Pure bliss.

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Lin Yi stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway to his front door.

When he unlocked it, he was startled to find Zhuang Yayun already standing there, her cheeks flushed, dressed in a dazzlingly provocative pink dress with a slit at the waist that revealed a glimpse of her fair skin and the curve of her hips…

Her thighs were tightly sheathed in black stockings—so snug it seemed a finger might sink into them.

Zhuang Yayun smiled enchantingly, looping her arms around his and resting her head against his shoulder. Her gaze was intoxicating, laced with the faint scent of alcohol as she exhaled warm, tantalizing breaths that stirred the imagination.

“Yi Yi, I missed you so much!”

“Mm, I know.”

Lin Yi felt her soft body press fully against him, her arms encircling his neck as the delicate fragrance of camellias wafted around them.

Zhuang Yayun planted a light kiss on his cheek, balancing on one foot while the other—plush and alluring—curved up, her toes hooking the door and slamming it shut behind them.

“Yayun, are you drunk?”

“I’m not!”

Her eyes were hazy with intoxication, her breaths warm and uneven.

Lin Yi frowned slightly.

Yayun drank?

He distinctly remembered she never touched alcohol before.

Even when they dined at upscale restaurants together and he ordered wine, she would only take a small sip—never indulging, let alone reaching this level of obvious drunkenness.

“Yi Yi, it’s been so long since we last went to a hotel… I still remember our first time… You’d saved up so much… Who knew you’d saved up…”

Lin Yi held her slender waist, guiding her unsteady steps to the living room.

That had been half a year ago.

Their relationship had reached its natural peak, and they had gone to a hotel together—where the sounds they made could only be compared to buttered cheese sliding off toast.

But why bring this up now?

“Yi Yi…”

Zhuang Yayun murmured, her head throbbing faintly, her heart itching with restless desire.

Gazing at Lin Yi’s elegant, composed profile—cool yet faintly alluring—his calm eyes fixed on her, the intensity of her longing burned like strong liquor, intoxicating and irresistible.

That elusive, forbidden aura clawed at her insides like a persistent itch—the more she scratched, the more it consumed her.

Her body grew weak, nearly melting entirely into his arms.

Lin Yi steadied his wife, heading to the kitchen to pour her a glass of warm water.

He’d heard milk could help sober someone up, but there was none at home.

For now, warm water would have to do—he could go out later to buy milk.

Returning to the living room with the glass, he found his wife sprawled inelegantly across the sofa, her face flushed with intoxication.

Lin Yi didn’t mind. He adjusted her position,

making sure the water was at a drinkable warmth.

“Yayun, drink this…”

Zhuang Yayun suddenly lifted her head, clinging to Lin Yi’s body, her fingers fumbling with his clothes as if possessed, urgently gasping:

“Yi Yi, Yi Yi, Yi Yi…”

Lin Yi was at a loss.

Zhuang Yayun kissed him hungrily, tugging at his white shirt, her desperation spiraling out of control…

What’s gotten into Yayun today?

This fervor…

Completely bewildered, Lin Yi found himself pushed down onto the sofa.