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Shang Yu looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao's fingertips curled slightly as she nervously gripped the hem of her clothes and spoke softly.

"Sir, I... I would like to ask you for a day off tomorrow."

Shang Yu's gaze fell on his slightly awkward face.

"Are you taking leave? For what reason?"

"I want to go back to the orphanage."

Lin Zhao looked up, her eyes filled with genuine anticipation.

"I grew up in an orphanage, and the director took good care of me. Now that I've received my salary, I want to go back to see her and buy some food and stationery for the children in the orphanage. It'll only be for one day, it won't take too long."

When the orphanage was mentioned, his eyes softened unconsciously, and even his tone of voice became lighter. Fearing that Shang Yu would disagree, he quickly added.

"I'll leave early in the morning and make sure I'm back by evening, so I won't be late for dinner, sir. If you're worried, I... I can prepare tomorrow's meals in advance..."

Shang Yu looked at him quietly.

The person in front of me is struggling financially, yet the first thing he thinks about when he gets his salary isn't buying things for himself, but rather thinking about the people at the orphanage.

That soft spot in my heart was touched again.

He remained silent for a moment, then gave a faint reply.

"understood."

Lin Zhao's eyes lit up.

"Does the gentleman agree?"

"Um."

Shang Yu looked away, but the tips of his ears were burning almost imperceptibly. He added indifferently.

"Go early and come back early, and be careful on the road."

He paused, then seemed to mention it casually.

"Are you short of money to buy things? If not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhao interrupted him, his eyes crinkling with joy.

"No, no, I've received plenty of salary, it's enough! Thank you, sir!"

"Okay, go early and come back early."

He repeated it again, then left the table and went upstairs.

Lin Zhao obediently agreed and quickly cleared away the dishes.

I've already started planning in my mind to buy some supplements for the headmistress, and some sweet snacks and brand-new notebooks and drawing pens for the children.

Thinking of everyone at the orphanage, he even walked with a light smile.

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The next morning, after getting ready and saying goodbye to Uncle Li and the others, Lin Zhao went out.

He planned to go to the supermarket first to do some shopping. He definitely couldn't go to the supermarkets near the villa; they were too expensive, and his money wouldn't even be enough to cover the expenses.

As soon as I pushed open the villa gate, I saw a completely black car parked in front of the door. The car body gleamed coldly in the morning light, and it looked very expensive.

Just as he was wondering who had come, the car window slowly rolled down.

Shang Yu sat in the driver's seat, wearing a well-tailored dark casual suit without a tie, and the top two buttons of his collar were loosely undone.

He turned his head to face Lin Zhao, the dappled light falling precisely on his eyebrows and eyes, highlighting his long, thick eyelashes, his firm and smooth jawline, and his high, straight nose.

She still maintained that aloof and distant demeanor, yet her noble air was undeniable.

It was the first time Lin Zhao had seen Shang Yu from this angle, and she realized just how handsome he was.

Originally, his charisma was so compelling that people automatically overlooked his appearance.

But now, perhaps because they've spent so much time together, Lin Zhao isn't so afraid of him anymore, so he only realized how handsome he is today.

Lin Zhao gripped the shoulder strap of her backpack and stared in disbelief, unable to recover for a long time.

Why can some people be tall, handsome, and rich?

Hmph ៸៸◺◿៸៸

I must be reborn like this in my next life!

Shang Yu glanced at Lin Zhao's reaction with satisfaction, and after a moment turned to look at him.

"What are you standing there for? Get in the car."

Lin Zhao snapped out of her reverie, blinked, and looked at Shang Yu with a puzzled expression.

"Are you going too, sir?"

Shang Yu tapped the steering wheel a few times.

"It's on my way, can I give you a ride?"

Lin Zhao nodded and obediently opened the back door to get into the car. Shang Yu glanced at him.

"You really think of me as your driver?"

"what?"

"Sit in the front."

Lin Zhao didn't quite understand these etiquette rules, but he was obedient. He closed the back door and jogged over to sit in the front.

He held his backpack to his chest and began to speak.

"Alright, sir."

Shang Yu tapped the steering wheel a few more times with his fingertips. Seeing that he didn't move, he sighed and suddenly lurched towards Lin Zhao.

The tall figure loomed over him instantly, and Lin Zhao instinctively stepped back, but his back was pressed against the back of the chair, so he couldn't retreat much further.

His heart was pounding so hard, the two of them were so close.

The cool, woody scent emanating from Shang Yu enveloped him, and his warm breath gently brushed against his cheek.

If he tilts his head even slightly, the tips of their noses will touch.

Lin Zhao felt like she could hardly breathe. Her eyelashes trembled frantically, her hands gripped her backpack tightly, and she curled up into a small ball.

Lin Zhao's voice trembled with nervousness, her eyes reddened slightly, and she shrank back timidly.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

He even started to stutter when he spoke, and his cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

Even though the person in front of him hadn't done anything, that powerful aura had already made him weak in the knees.

Shang Yu looked down at him, who was so nervous that he was about to cry and had nowhere to hide. A smile flashed in his eyes. He deliberately lowered his voice and breathed warmly on his ear.

"Lin Zhao, why are you shaking?"

Lin Zhao's ears were extremely sensitive, and this made him feel uncomfortable all over. He suddenly reached out to push the person away.

The moment the hand was extended, the person had already sat back down.

His body, which had just tried to push the person up, was suddenly bounced back.

Lin Zhao looked down and realized that he was restrained by the seat belt.

He suddenly realized that the man had just been helping him fasten his seatbelt.

His face flushed bright red, and he shrank even smaller, almost burying his head in his neck.

Shang Yu scoffed at him, then started the car without saying a word.

Lin Zhao remained silent the entire way, staring out the window in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

But the faint scent of sandalwood emanating from Shang Yu lingered around his nose, refusing to dissipate, just like his heartbeat, which he couldn't calm down.

The car drove out of the residential area and headed to the right. Lin Zhao noticed that the direction was wrong and quickly spoke up.

"Sir, you're mistaken, it's not this way."