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As soon as I reached the door of the small house, I heard laughter and chatter coming from inside. It was Uncle Li and Lin Zhao's voices.

Lin Zhao sounded quite happy. Shang Yu stood there for a while, not thinking of going in, but he didn't know what he was doing standing there. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Uncle Li's voice coming from inside.

"Xiao Zhao, what do you think of the gentleman?"

Shang Yu paused in his footsteps and subconsciously moved closer.

Lin Zhao answered almost without hesitation.

"That's wonderful. There's no one better than him."

Shang Yu's lips unconsciously curled up, and the summer evening breeze blew in, dispelling all his restlessness.

But the next moment, I heard someone say...

"This boss is the best I've ever had. He provides room and board, pays a high salary, and offers so many benefits. I'd be willing to work for him for the rest of my life!"

There's nothing wrong with what he said. If Uncle Li or Shen Ci had said it, Shang Yu wouldn't have felt anything.

But for some reason, he felt uncomfortable when Lin Zhao said those words.

Shang Yu strode back to the main house, his face gloomy and his aura frighteningly low.

The living room door was slammed shut, cutting off all the faint laughter from the small house, and the huge house fell back into deathly silence.

He rubbed his hair in frustration, slumped heavily into the sofa, his knuckles pressed against his brow, his heart filled with indescribable annoyance.

Annoying, so annoying, incredibly annoying.

He has always hated these uncontrollable emotions, but lately he has been losing control frequently, and the source of it all is that one person.

He wasn't just saying he wanted to fire Lin Zhao; he genuinely meant it.

That person's presence always stirs his emotions, for better or for worse.

He even had the absurd thought that he might have fallen in love with him, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

What is there about Lin Zhao that makes him like her, besides being good-looking, having a nice voice, being kind, cute, thoughtful, and a good cook?

Nothing special.

It's not worth him being so anxious.

Shang Yu felt increasingly depressed as he thought about it. He leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Lin Zhao's words kept replaying in his mind.

He suddenly sat up. He realized he had been too nice to him. Since the other man only treated him as a boss, he would just treat him as an ordinary employee. There was nothing more to think about.

With that thought in mind, Shang Yu stood up again, walked to his study on the second floor, and began to work.

Lin Zhao was completely unaware of all of this.

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The next morning, Lin Zhao got up early. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and he couldn't stand being in the sun in the vegetable garden for too long during the day.

Yesterday, Uncle Li bought a fence, and Lin Zhao wanted to get it ready for his little vegetable garden this morning.

As dawn broke, before Uncle Li and the others had even gotten up, Lin Zhao had already arrived at the small vegetable garden.

He carefully moved out the fence and a small wooden sign with writing on it, and squatted down by the vegetable garden to arrange them little by little.

The small wooden sign was a gift from the shop owner when Uncle Li bought the fence; Lin Zhao wrote words on it with a marker last night.

He even gave the little vegetable garden a name, "Zhaozhao Vegetable Garden," and decorated it with lots of little flowers and grasses. He was very satisfied with it.

Although the weather wasn't hot, it still took some effort to firmly plant and bury the fence posts. Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

He didn't bother wiping it off, just occasionally raising his hand to wipe it haphazardly with his sleeve before continuing to work.

As dawn broke, Lin Zhao bent down and pressed a section of fence post into the ground.

He didn't know if the soil hadn't been loosened properly, as the ground was a bit unstable, so he picked up a stone and tamped it down.

Unexpectedly, his hand slipped, and the stone missed the wooden stake, instead hitting his fingertip hard.

"Hiss~"

He jerked his hand back in pain, his eyes instantly reddening.

My fingertips were burning and swollen, and upon closer inspection, they were already bright red and slightly swollen.

Lin Zhao pursed her lips in grievance, gently blew on her injured finger, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back and only took a soft breath.

Just as he was about to endure the pain and continue working, a steady, somewhat cold set of footsteps came from behind him.

Lin Zhao paused for a moment, then turned around to look.

Shang Yu had walked over at some point, dressed in simple home clothes, his face still expressionless, revealing little emotion, but his eyes were fixed on his hand.

Shang Yu woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep, so he went to his study to work. After a while, he heard rustling sounds outside the window.

As I walked to the bedside, I immediately saw that busy figure in the vegetable garden.

The soft morning light fell on the person's soft hair, making even the beads of sweat on their forehead clearly visible.

They were doing something insignificant, yet they were incredibly serious about it, appearing silly but also remarkably eye-catching.

Shang Yu stood there unconsciously for a long time until he saw the man pick up a stone and stand up. He was still thinking that this fool might smash his own hand, when he saw the man suddenly throw the stone away.

Without a second thought, he immediately turned and went downstairs, running towards the garden. He only slowed down and walked over slowly when he saw the person's back.

Lin Zhao subconsciously turned her hands behind her back, quickly wiped away her tears with her arm, and then spoke.

Good morning, sir.

He tried to appear calm, but the redness at the corners of his eyes betrayed the fact that he had just been crying.

Shang Yu's gaze fell on his hands, which he had deliberately hidden behind his back, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He didn't answer, but took a few steps forward and spoke in a slightly cold tone.

"Take your hand out."

Lin Zhao's body stiffened slightly, her fingertips still throbbing faintly. Being stared at like that made her even more flustered, and she whispered.

"No, it's alright, sir. I just accidentally brushed against it, it's nothing..."

The more he tried to hide it, the more impatient Shang Yu became.

The man stepped forward, leaned down slightly, and without saying a word, gently grabbed his wrist, pulling his injured hand out from behind him.

His fingertip was swollen and red, a stark contrast to his fair skin.

Shang Yu gently cupped the red and swollen spot with his fingertips. Lin Zhao instinctively flinched in pain, her eyes welling up with tears again.

"So stupid."

He rebuked in a low voice, his tone unusually cold and hard, but the strength in his grip on the other person's wrist unconsciously loosened considerably, and even his brows furrowed more tightly.

He didn't say anything more, and pulled Lin Zhao's hand to walk out.

Lin Zhao didn't react immediately and quickly asked.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Apply the medicine."

Lin Zhao was stunned by just two simple words.

"Sir, there's no need to apply medicine, it's nothing serious."

It's just a little red and swollen, there's really no need to apply any medicine.

Shang Yu remained silent and pulled him forward, but Lin Zhao quickly stopped him.