My Yandere Robot Wife

The taxi drove out of the city.

Fang Qi leaned against the back seat, watching the buildings outside gradually grow sparser.

…Now, he was on his way to “Morningstar.”

When he had gotten into the cab, he’d given the driver the address and casually asked whether it was far away.

The driver, a man in his fifties, glanced at the navigation and said, “Not exactly close. Nearly thirty kilometers, out in the suburbs.”

Fang Qi felt slightly relieved.

That made sense.

In this world line, “Morningstar” was just a small workshop.

It didn’t even have an official website. The number of employees was unknown, and the only contact information was a company email address.