The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

Lin Zhao froze, her fingertips frantically turning off the screen. She secretly looked up and saw that Shang Yu's face had darkened.

The person holding the phone was trembling slightly, extremely nervous, and his voice was shaking.

"Ah, Brother Yu, you saw it all?"

"Um."

Shang Yu responded, but his voice was frighteningly cold.

Lin Zhao hurriedly offered an explanation.

"It's not what you think, I just..."

"He calls you Bao?"

"what?"

Lin Zhao blinked and looked at Shang Yu, who repeated it again.

"I saw it all, he called you Bao."

Lin Zhao glanced at her phone, then at him, and realized that her brother, Ayu, hadn't seen the videos that Isha had posted. She breathed a sigh of relief.

But his mood instantly lifted again, because he keenly sensed that his brother, Ah Yu, seemed angry, as his complexion was rather unpleasant.

He quickly put the phone back and reached out to hug his neck.

"Brother Ayu, he just called me that randomly, it's not true, please don't be angry, okay?"

Shang Yu remained silent.

Lin Zhao continued to coax him.

"Then I'll tell him to stop calling me that from now on, okay?"

Shang Yu remained silent, so Lin Zhao took out her phone. She was still cautious and glanced at the video he had posted. Fortunately, it was a compressed file with the tag "Styling Guide".

He was secretly pleased, thankful that Isha hadn't sent it directly. Then, in front of Shang Yu, he typed a line of text.

Lin Zhao: I'm with Brother Ayu right now, I'll watch it when I get back.

Lin Zhao: Isha, you can just call me Xiao Zhao from now on, don't call me Bao anymore.

Isabella: ?

Isa: I understand.

Looking at Isa's reply, Lin Zhao wondered if his tone of voice was wrong, which made Isa angry. Otherwise, why would she be so cold?

Just as I was about to continue, my phone was taken away.

Lin Zhao looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Shang Yu turned off his phone.

"No need to send it, it's not him on the other end."

"what?"

But he didn't think too much about it. It was more important to appease Brother Ayu right now. He climbed back onto the man's shoulder, his voice soft.

Are you still angry now?

Shang Yu looked down at him.

What do you think?

He reached out and pulled his hand to his chest.

"It's very sour, very astringent, and very unpleasant here."

Beneath Lin Zhao's palm was Shang Yu's hot, powerful heartbeat, each beat striking her palm.

He had experienced jealousy before, so he knew how unpleasant it was. He panicked instantly, and even the tip of his nose felt a little sore.

"sorry……"

Lin Zhao's voice trembled softly, her wet eyes were slightly red, and her small hands unconsciously tightened.

"I... I promise I won't let anyone call me that anymore, it will never happen again, please don't be sad, okay?"

Shang Yu lowered her eyes, looking at his eyes that had instantly reddened, and at his careful attempts to please her. The bitterness in her heart was overwhelmed by heartache.

He sighed. He had always known about his problem: he had an incredibly strong possessiveness towards the things he valued, just like that brooch.

He didn't feel anything was wrong when he didn't have anyone he liked before, but now that he has Lin Zhao, he finds it increasingly difficult to bear.

His possessiveness sometimes made him really want to hide Lin Zhao away, but reason told him that Lin Zhao was a person, a living person, not an object, and he couldn't do whatever he wanted with her.

These conflicting emotions constantly pulled him along, and he never knew when they would erupt.

Fortunately, Lin Zhao is always so obedient. She doesn't get angry at her own unreasonable behavior, but instead comforts herself.

How could he bear to be angry with Zhao Zhao like this?

He tightened his grip on Lin Zhao's waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

"Zhaozhao".

Shang Yu's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of restrained obsession.

"I'm not being unreasonable, I just can't stand it."

He buried his face in Lin Zhao's neck, his tone tinged with grievance.

"I can tolerate people calling you by your full name, or calling you Xiao Zhao, but this one word is unacceptable."

Lin Zhao was held tightly in his arms, her whole body pressed against his chest. She felt the man's muffled emotions and aggrieved voice, and she felt very bad too. Her eyes turned completely red.

"I know, from now on I'll only let Brother Ayu call me that."

The boy was incredibly well-behaved. He tilted his head back, nuzzled his chin with the tip of his nose, and spoke in a soft, tearful voice.

"Brother Ayu, don't be sad. I promise I will never make this mistake again."

Shang Yu looked up, his fingertips brushing against the reddened corners of his eyes, his fingertips gently caressing the warm skin. The anger in his heart had long since dissipated, but he still did not relent.

Instead, he leaned slightly forward, his thin lips slightly reddened, and his tone carried a hint of deliberate sarcasm.

"Knowing you're wrong isn't enough."

Lin Zhao was stunned, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Then, what should we do?"

Shang Yu stared into his clear yet flustered eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"I want Zhaozhao to tell me herself, whose treasure are you?"

Lin Zhao's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even her ears felt burning hot.

It was too shameful to say such things. He pursed his lips, the words stuck in his throat, unable to come out for a long time.

The car lurched forward slightly and then stopped; we had arrived at the villa.

But the man still held onto his waist, refusing to let go, his gaze fixed on him, as if they would remain frozen in place forever if he didn't speak.

In the end, Lin Zhao gave in, closed her eyes, and spoke softly.

"I...I am Brother Ayu's precious treasure..."

Shang Yu's heart melted instantly.

He lowered his head and kissed those soft lips fiercely, tenderly yet with an intense possessiveness, swallowing up all the boy's subtle panic and shyness.

When the kiss ended, Lin Zhao's breathing quickened slightly, her face flushed, and she leaned softly against his chest.

Shang Yu pressed his forehead against his, both of them panting, and the man's deep voice came from above.

"Remember, you can only ever be mine."

He then opened the car door and hurriedly carried Lin Zhao out of the car.

Lin Zhao buried herself completely in the hole, her mind a jumbled mess, her breathing still a little unsteady.

He noticed that his brother, Ah Yu, seemed to always emphasize this matter of "a lifetime." He had said it many times, and he had promised many times, but his brother still kept emphasizing it.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his not-so-bright little brain: Could it be that even someone as seemingly amazing as Brother Yu might be afraid of losing him?

Just as he didn't want Miss Lin to take him away, he didn't want anyone else to take him away either, right?

Lin Zhao couldn't help but look up to see Shang Yu's expression, but she was caught red-handed as soon as she raised her head.

"What are you looking at?"

Lin Zhao lowered her head in a panic.

"No, it's nothing..."

Shang Yu chuckled softly, quickly walked into the bedroom, and gently placed him on the bed.

His tall frame loomed down, and the man began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand…