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

Shen Ci looked at Lin Zhao, who was preoccupied with the issue of washing the apron, and helplessly typed a line on his phone.

【Then take your time organizing. If you need any help, remember to contact me.】

Lin Zhao smiled and nodded, watching Shen Ci leave.

Then she turned and pounced on the pile of pretty aprons, her mind preoccupied with how to make the most of her daily attire.

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Meanwhile, Shang Yu returned to his study on the second floor, but he couldn't concentrate on his work at all.

Lin Zhao's troubled expression kept replaying in his mind. His brows furrowed, and his fingertips tapped the table unconsciously, lost in thought.

After a long while, he took out his phone, opened the chat window with his assistant, hesitated for a long time, and then typed a line of text.

You don't need to bring an apron next time.

After sending the message, he put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window at the flowers and plants in the yard.

But involuntarily, the image of Lin Zhao wearing different aprons and busy in the kitchen came to mind.

That person had curved eyebrows and eyes, and a down-to-earth air about him, which could easily disturb the peace in his heart.

Something's not right, something's really not right.

She's just a nanny; perhaps he's making a mountain out of a molehill...

Downstairs in the kitchen, Lin Zhao had already arranged all the aprons. She happily tied on a clean floral apron and began preparing the afternoon snacks.

He thought that his husband's appetite had improved a lot recently, so he planned to make some soft and sticky osmanthus cakes and brew a pot of sweet fruit tea.

Uncle Li walked in carrying fruit, and seeing his busy figure, he smiled and joked.

"Xiao Zhao's apron today looks beautiful too; I'm sure the master will like it."

Lin Zhao continued working, a bright smile on her face.

"Everything your husband gave me is beautiful, I love them all!"

He didn't understand the deeper meaning in Uncle Li's words at all; he was only thinking about making delicious snacks so that his husband could eat more.

But these words reached Shang Yu's ears as he came downstairs, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Lin Zhao happened to see it and stepped forward with the snacks.

"Sir, I just made some osmanthus cake, would you like to try some?"

He laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling as he looked at himself.

It seems like I haven't seen him cry much lately.

She definitely looks better when she smiles.

After realizing what he was thinking, Shang Yu suddenly felt a little lost; this was the first time he had ever felt this way.

I glanced down at the exquisitely presented osmanthus cake.

"I invited you here to cook, not to do anything unimportant."

After saying that, he turned around and left, almost stepping up the stairs, leaving Lin Zhao standing there dumbfounded.

What did he do wrong?

Uncle Li, who was standing behind, was also surprised by Shang Yu's sudden attack. He quickly stepped forward, took the osmanthus cake from Lin Zhao's hand, and tried to smooth things over.

"Xiao Zhao, don't take it to heart. The master is probably just stressed about work and doesn't think things through. This osmanthus cake smells so good, let me try it for him. I guarantee it'll be delicious."

Lin Zhao's hands hung down, the smile on her lips gradually faded, her eyes reddened slightly, and she murmured softly.

"Am I really being nosy? They just asked me to cook, but I insisted on making desserts."

He walked toward the kitchen with his head down, his small shoulders slumped. He had been so happy just moments before, but now all his joy had turned into grievance.

He's meddling in other people's business. I only asked him to cook, but now he's taken it upon himself to make desserts, and now he's making people dislike him for no reason.

We need to be more careful in the future and avoid doing useless things.

But even though I think that way, I always feel a tightness in my chest, and it's incredibly uncomfortable.

I couldn't quite describe what emotion it was, but tears kept falling uncontrollably.

Uncle Li watched his lonely figure, shook his head helplessly, glanced upstairs, and sighed inwardly.

Just now, when we were around the corner, his eyes were so soft they were practically melting, but when he turned around, they changed. Did he see things wrong too?

Does the gentleman not have those feelings for Lin Zhao?

Upstairs, Shang Yu returned to his study and leaned against the door, his heart still slightly uneasy.

The way Lin Zhao smiled and approached him just now was so clean and bright, it struck him straight into his heart, making him panic for a moment. He could only use a harsh tone to cover up his loss of composure.

But the thought of that person's frozen expression made him inexplicably irritable. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, full of annoyance.

What exactly is he doing?

"Bang bang bang"

There was a knock on the door.

Shang Yu composed himself, returned to his desk, and sat down, speaking calmly.

"Enter."

Uncle Li carried a piece of osmanthus cake upstairs and knocked on the study door.

"Sir, this is osmanthus cake that Xiao Zhao just made. It's soft and chewy, and not too sweet. Would you like to try some?"

Uncle Li placed the plate on the table, speaking casually.

"This child is kind-hearted. Knowing that you haven't had much of an appetite lately, he spent a lot of time making this, just so you could have a change of pace."

Shang Yu paused slightly, his gaze falling on the exquisitely crafted pastry, and remained silent.

Seeing this, Uncle Li whispered a word of advice.

"Xiao Zhao is young, soft-hearted, and easily embarrassed. After what you just said, she's probably still crying in the kitchen right now."

After saying that, he tactfully withdrew.

The study was so quiet that only the ticking of the clock could be heard. Shang Yu sat there for a long time before finally picking up his fork and gently scooping out a small piece and putting it in his mouth.

The delicate fragrance of osmanthus blossoms melts on the tongue, the sweetness is just right, and the texture is soft, smooth, and creamy – it's a flavor made with care.

The slight unease in his heart gradually dissipated.

Well, putting everything else aside, Lin Zhao's cooking skills are indeed quite good. That guy's eyes are damaged again, and after what I just said, he might cry for a long time.

Downstairs, Lin Zhao still forced herself to start preparing dinner, but her movements were much slower, and the joy on her little face was gone. She was quiet and her eyes were red from crying.

When Shen Ci came over, she could tell at a glance that he was in a bad mood. She took out her phone, tapped his arm gently, and typed a message.

What's wrong? Are you unhappy?

Lin Zhao looked up at him, her eyes slightly red, and said softly.

"I just brought my husband some osmanthus cake, and he said I was meddling. Did I really do something wrong?"

Seeing his aggrieved look, Shen Ci tenderly ruffled his hair and typed words of comfort.

It's not your fault; your husband might just be in a bad mood.

Lin Zhao lowered her head, seemingly understanding but not quite, and continued chopping vegetables, though she felt sullen inside.

When Uncle Li came down, he ran into Shen Ci. Shen Ci pointed upstairs and then pointed to Lin Zhao.

The latter shook his head, meaning he didn't know either.

When dinner was ready, Lin Zhao didn't look at Shang Yu expectantly as usual. Instead, she reverted to her state from the past few days, where she didn't dare to look at him. She simply stood quietly to the side, waiting for him to start eating.

Shang Yu sat at the dining table, looking at the table full of delicious-looking dishes.

Looking at the person beside her, head bowed and silent, she felt even more uneasy.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and ate slowly. After a long silence, he suddenly spoke softly, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"The evening snacks were alright."

Lin Zhao suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with surprise, staring blankly at Shang Yu.

Shang Yu didn't look at him again, but continued eating, though the tips of his ears were quietly tinged with a light red.