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

"Sir, just a moment, there are only a few more pieces left to finish. Can I finish these first and then apply the medicine?"

Lin Zhao looked at the remaining few wooden stakes. If she didn't work on them soon, she would have to make breakfast. By the time her teacher finished eating and left, the sun would be rising.

Shang Yu glanced at the fence, released his hand, and just as Lin Zhao was about to reach for the wooden stake, a pair of large hands grabbed it faster than he could.

Lin Zhao quickly stopped him.

"Sir, I can handle this!"

Shang Yu blocked him with one hand.

"Don't move, just tell me what to do. Your hands are all swollen. If they're ruined, you'll blame me for abusing you."

Lin Zhao was stunned by his words. When did he ever say that the master had abused him?

Talking nonsense again!

Before he could finish his explanation, Shang Yu had already squatted down and awkwardly planted the wooden stake in the ground.

"Is this okay?"

Lin Zhao didn't dare say anything more and nodded in reply.

"Yes, that's fine."

Lin Zhao watched as Shang Yu carefully arranged the remaining wooden stakes one by one, proving he was indeed a man with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The wooden stakes that Shang Yu placed were all spaced almost exactly the same. Some of the ones that were too far off, he even pulled out and replaced them.

After finishing, Shang Yu stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and prepared to leave. Lin Zhao then walked a few more steps toward the vegetable garden.

Just as Shang Yu was about to ask if there was anything else that wasn't working, Lin Zhao took a piece of wood from the side and stuck it into the ground himself.

Then, looking contentedly at her little vegetable garden, she turned to Shang Yu.

"Sir, look at the wooden sign I made myself..."

The words were left unsaid, but the intention to praise was all too obvious.

Shang Yu looked at the wooden sign.

"Zhaozhao Vegetable Garden..."

He murmured something.

"The handwriting is good, but something is missing."

"what?"

Lin Zhao blinked in confusion, and then saw Shang Yu take down the wooden sign and pull him toward the main hall.

This time, Lin Zhao didn't say anything more and followed Shang Yu to the main hall.

Even after they reached the living room, Shang Yu didn't stop, pulling the person directly into the study.

"Please sit here for now."

Lin Zhao nodded obediently and watched Shang Yu leave.

He was left alone in the study. Looking at his swollen fingertip, he still felt that his teacher was making a mountain out of a molehill. This little injury was really nothing.

But the gentleman seems quite angry, so it's best not to disobey him.

Not long after, Shang Yu came up with a clean wooden sign and a first-aid kit.

"Apply some medicine first."

After speaking, Shang Yu sat down next to Lin Zhao, took the first-aid kit, and skillfully took out disinfectant, iodine, and gauze.

"The disinfectant will sting a little, please bear with it."

Lin Zhao nodded, her tone certain.

"It's okay, I can bear this little bit of pain!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than disinfectant was poured over her. Lin Zhao instinctively pulled her hand back, wincing in pain, but Shang Yu held her wrist firmly.

"Hiss~"

"You just said you could endure it, but now you're hiding. Are you going to cry later?"

Despite saying that, Shang Yu's actions became much gentler.

It didn't actually hurt that much, it's just that Lin Zhao's tear ducts were extremely sensitive.

Even with just this little bit of pain, his eyes were already brimming with tears.

The hairs, hanging precariously on her eyelashes, looked terribly pitiful.

But after hearing Shang Yu's words, he was afraid that Shang Yu would look down on him, so he forced himself to hold back his tears.

With her eyes closed, she bit her lower lip so hard that it turned white.

Tears still streamed down his face uncontrollably, landing precisely on the back of Shang Yu's hand.

He was applying iodine to Lin Zhao's fingertips. The warm touch made him subconsciously look up, and he immediately saw Lin Zhao's face.

Her lower lip trembled slightly, the corners of her eyes reddened, and tears involuntarily slid down her cheeks. So beautiful…

His breathing deepened unconsciously, he licked his dry lips, and as if possessed, he reached out and pressed his fingertip against his lower lip.

"Don't bite."

His voice had a slight, barely perceptible hoarseness.

Lin Zhao opened her eyes as her cool fingertips touched her lips, and her husband's magnified handsome face instantly appeared before her.

Lin Zhao felt as if her mind had exploded, her eyes widened, and she took a half step back in terror.

"Sir..."

He could barely speak properly, so why did the gentleman suddenly get so close and even touch his lips?

The headmistress said that one's mouth and the clothes worn over one's pants are not to be touched by just anyone.

Even if he's the boss, it won't work!

Looking at his frightened rabbit-like appearance, Shang Yu had a smile that he himself didn't even notice in his eyes. Then he lowered his head, took his hand, and continued bandaging.

Lin Zhao felt a little awkward and spoke up.

"Sir, how about I do it myself?"

Shang Yu didn't let go, continuing to bandage himself until he finished, then casually wiped the remaining iodine off his hands.

His tone remained calm and indifferent, showing no sign of anything amiss.

"What's the panic? I just saw you almost bit your lip until it bled, and then you'd cry again."

Lin Zhao's cheeks instantly burned, her heart pounded wildly, and she hurriedly looked away, not daring to look into Shang Yu's eyes again, her fingertips nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.

"I...I didn't!"

He hurriedly retorted, his eyes still red and wet with tears, looking both obedient and aggrieved, which made Shang Yu feel very happy.

She stopped teasing him and instead got up, picked up the brand-new blank wooden plaque, and took a marker from the table to write something on it.

Lin Zhao looked over curiously, but she was too far away to see clearly.

Shang Yu noticed that he had been craning his neck and waited until he finished writing before speaking.

"Come and see if you want to."

Lin Zhao lowered her head in shame when she realized she had been caught, but her curiosity quickly prevailed; after all, it was her teacher who had told her to go see it.

As he walked over, he saw that two small but neat characters had been added next to the original four characters "Zhao Zhao Vegetable Garden"—Shang Yu.

The handwriting is neat and clear, much better than Lin Zhao's.

But the name Shang Yu sounds so familiar. He thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Isn't that Mr. Shang's name?"

As Uncle Li mentioned before, why did you write your name on the wooden sign in the vegetable garden?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Shang Yu put down his pen and picked up the wooden plaque.

"What's wrong? The garden is all mine, can't I get a share of the vegetable garden?"

Lin Zhao dared not say no!

He could just write his name, but he didn't expect the gentleman to care about that, so he quickly tried to make amends.

"Sure, of course."

Shang Yu handed the wooden plaque to Lin Zhao and looked at his fingertips.

"Don't go back to work until your hand is fully healed. You're so clumsy, you might hurt yourself again and end up crying. You won't need to cook for the next few days."

"what?"

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Shang Yu. Did he not need to cook?

His job here is to cook, and if he doesn't cook, what will the gentleman eat? He already eats very little, and he definitely won't like takeout.

"Sir, no, if I don't do it, no one will. My hand doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

As he spoke, Lin Zhao raised his hand, which had just been bandaged, and shook it gently, trying to appear strong, as if afraid that Shang Yu would really stop him from cooking.

Shang Yu glanced at him, her heart melting completely, but she didn't show it out loud.

"I'll have the nanny come and do it, you just rest quietly."

"No!"

Lin Zhao immediately retorted.

"Doesn't your husband not like the food your aunt cooks? He won't be able to eat much of it anyway."