Chapter 4: The Silver-Haired Beauty

After eating his fill, his little belly slightly protruding, it was already eight-thirty in the evening.

Zhuang Yayun wore a black silk satin slip dress that was smooth and draped beautifully, as light as gauze.
As she walked, it flowed like rippling water, setting off her seductive collarbones, the mounds that seemed ready to burst forth, her long, firm thighs, and the perfect curve of her waist and hips.

In just two or three steps, Zhuang Yayun was in front of Lin Yi.
She sat directly on his lap, one arm draped around his neck, the other hand gently swirling a glass of red wine, exuding an enchanting charm, swaying like a flower.

Her white rabbits brushed against Lin Yi’s cheek.
His nose was filled with the alluring scent of camellias, and he could feel the soft warmth of her thighs beneath the slip dress.

“Yiyi, what do you think?”

Yiyi was Zhuang Yayun’s nickname for Lin Yi, evolving from Yiyi to Yiyi .

“Beautiful, you look so beautiful.”

Lin Yi held his wife, his heart filled with happiness.
Such wonderful days were a true rarity in this godforsaken world.

Women were men, and men were treated like livestock.

To have met a wife as gentle, lovely, and slightly seductive as Zhuang Yayun was simply a dream come true.

If he had to put a time limit on this dream, he would hope for ten thousand…

“In an instant! The laws are overturned…”

His phone rang.

It was “Into Madness,” the signature song of this world’s Zhang Sufen.

Lin Yi answered the call, and a familiar voice came from the other end, “Teacher Lin Yi, are you free on Friday?”

“Yes, I am. Miss Yun Ling, is there something I can help you with?”

“It’s like this, I’d like to host a dinner for you and Teacher Shen Xixi. I also hope it’ll give you two teachers a chance to get to know each other better to facilitate your work. I was wondering if Teacher Lin Yi…”

Lin Yi hesitated for a few seconds before finally replying:

“I can. Miss Yun Ling, please send the address and time to my phone.”

“Thank you, Teacher Lin Yi. That’s all for now, bye-bye.”

“Bye-bye.”

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

Lin Yi answered with a serious expression, “It was my female editor, asking me to dinner this Friday.”

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

Lin Yi smiled wryly.
“Perhaps!”

However, as he looked at the dark screen of his phone, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

He was just a light novel author who had only recently gained a bit of fame.
He couldn’t refuse a request from the editorial department.

Not to mention, his collaborator was Shen Xixi, who was already famous in the world of illustrators.

Yun Ling had probably begged many people to get him this opportunity.
He couldn’t let down Editor Yun Ling’s good intentions, no matter what.

But Lin Yi’s mind flashed with an image of Shen Xixi’s smug and delighted expression, her red lips slightly upturned as if to say:

‘Lin Yi, you can’t escape.’

Zhuang Yayun held Lin Yi’s head, ruffling his hair.
She naturally couldn’t see the change in Lin Yi’s expression, but she was genuinely happy that her husband could write a famous light novel.

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

“Huh?”

Lin Yi looked at Zhuang Yayun in confusion.

“Didn’t we just…”

“Just now was just now. A cow is destined only to plow the fields; it has no right to argue with its master.”

Zhuang Yayun licked her lips, her fingers pressing against Lin Yi’s mouth.

Gradually moving downward…

The next day.

Gold permeated the air as the morning glow melted into the light.

The sun gradually climbed higher.

The weather was excellent.

“Yiyi, I remember you have to go to the editorial department today, right? I bought some breakfast from downstairs. Come eat with me, so you don’t have to eat on the way.”

Lin Yi got out of bed, stretching lazily as his wife’s voice reached his ears.

Zhuang Yayun was a proper white-collar worker at a certain corporation, with a monthly salary of twenty-four thousand.
She was on vacation for the past two days.

It was said that the company was preparing for layoffs, and Zhuang Yayun was apparently on the list of candidates being considered.

Today was the company’s public meeting where the second batch of layoffs would be announced, and she had to attend.

“Okay, thank you.”

Lin Yi quickly washed up and came to the dining table.

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

Zhuang Yayun quickly swallowed a mouthful of soy milk, a drop of the white, milky liquid falling onto her chest, which she wiped away with a few simple strokes.
“Yiyi, I’m leaving first. It seems the meeting at the company has already started early.”

“Alright, you go on ahead. Be careful on the road.”

“Mhm.”

Zhuang Yayun hurriedly grabbed her handbag, put on her high heels, and rushed out the door with a clatter.

A few minutes later, after Lin Yi finished his breakfast, cleared the table, and took the garbage bag, he also left the house.

After throwing the garbage into the bin, he prepared to walk to the editorial department building.

Although he was a full-time author and usually only needed to write at home, submitting his manuscript to the editor before the deadline or sending it via email, the company had a rule to encourage authors’ proactiveness.
Once a week, authors were required to come to the editorial department to write.

And today was Friday, the designated day for mandatory offline writing.

Nine thirty-five.

Lin Yi arrived at the editorial department and found his own workstation among all the authors who had come to rush their manuscripts.

It was in a corner by the window, a position from which he could see the scenery outside quite well.

Yun Ling had arranged it for him.

Today, he not only had to write the manuscript for his currently serialized work but also the manuscript for his new book.

He had to submit the manuscript to Yun Ling next Monday.

Lin Yi sat down in his spot, turned on his computer, put on his headphones, and played some soothing music, starting his immersive writing session.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when,

“Teacher Lin Yi, Teacher Lin Yi! Let’s go get lunch together!”

A clear voice came from behind him.

Lin Yi turned to look.

A silver-haired girl stood behind him, her purple eyes sparkling like stars.
Her delicate, pert nose and lips like cherry petals were flawless; she was a stunning beauty with a snow-white face even without a touch of makeup.

Her thin white blouse was stretched into two round arcs by her chest.
Below Her thin white blouse was stretched into two round arcs by her chest.
Below her delicate, narrow waist, a gray pleated skirt concealed the girlish charms of her lower body.
Her slender, beautiful legs, wrapped in black pantyhose, were quite alluring.

“Teacher Lin Yi! Why are you just staring blankly and not saying anything?”

The girl smiled sweetly, reached out and gently patted Lin Yi’s head, and moved her pretty face close to Lin Yi’s face, bringing a hint of fragrance, almost touching Lin Yi’s lips.