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

Lin Zhao was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open, his face full of astonishment. He had not expected him to ask this question so suddenly. He hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Hmm, I used to really like him, but we haven't seen each other for a long time, so I'm okay now."

After saying that, he recalled it with a serious expression.

Lin Yu used to treat him very well, and Lin Zhao always regarded him as a very, very good older brother.

The director once asked him who he liked the most in the hospital, and his answer was Lin Yu.

That was the purest and most dependent kind of affection from childhood, clean and simple, entirely for the affection of an older brother.

But later, after Lin Yu avoided him and the two lost contact, the person Lin Zhao liked the most gradually became the headmistress who had always taken care of everyone.

I was actually quite happy to see him, after all, it had been so many years since we last met, so it wouldn't be wrong to say that things were alright.

But when Shang Yu heard these words, they took on a completely different meaning.

He was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

I used to like it a lot, and now it's okay, so I still like it a little bit.

If I'm not there, will the two of them go on a date?

Watch a movie, have a meal, and then go to the orphanage together to catch up. Will he still remember what he said yesterday about going early and coming back early?

I'm afraid they might not come back at all!

"Really? That was my fault. I shouldn't have pulled you away. It would have been so much better if you had gone with him. He looks so respectable; he could probably have bought more things to send to the orphanage. Why are you still working here? You could have just gone to his house."

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became, and the less Lin Zhao understood. What was all this about?

Shang Yu's tone grew colder and colder before he even finished listening.

"They call him 'Brother Yu' so affectionately, their eyes are so soft when they look at you, they don't want to leave, they even turn back to wave goodbye. I don't think it's just that they like him so much, they wish the person sitting here right now was their Brother Yu, right?"

He felt a tightness in his chest and blurted out a lot of things that even he himself thought were unreasonable.

Lin Zhao was at a loss for words, her nose tingled, her eyes reddened with grievance, and she hurriedly explained in a low voice.

"It's just that I haven't seen people from my old neighborhood in a long time, and I feel a bit close to them. I really don't have any other thoughts. Please believe me, sir..."

He had just received his salary, and now he was going to be fired? That would be too unfair, and besides, he really had no feelings for Lin Yu.

How could he possibly switch jobs?

Seeing that he was about to cry, Shang Yu felt even more irritated, feeling both bitter and stifled. However, he couldn't bear to make things difficult for him any longer, so he simply looked away with a cold face and stopped asking questions.

He took out his phone, quickly tapped the chat box, and sent a message directly to Shen Youqing.

[Find information about a person named Lin Yu. Detailed information is needed, the sooner the better.]

Shen Youqing's message popped up immediately, carrying a hint of teasing, as if he was enjoying the drama.

[Good heavens, Mr. Shang, what's going on? Are they investigating someone again?]

Who's this guy? Oh, his surname is Lin, the same as your nanny's. Is he an old acquaintance?

[Tsk tsk, why are you suddenly so interested in checking up on other people's friends? Seriously, didn't we agree to treat our employees normally?]

Each sarcastic remark struck a nerve with Shang Yu, hitting the spot where he felt most aggrieved.

Yeah, Lin Zhao is just his employee. What right does he have to investigate someone else's lover? Whether he likes them or not is none of his business.

He's just his boss, his employer. When did he start having a say in his employees' private lives?

What right does he have to interfere?

What identity is used to manage this?

Even if we find out the truth, what then?

Can you really stop him from associating with people in private?

The tightness in his chest was getting worse; he couldn't breathe, and he felt like he was about to lose control.

He gripped his phone tightly, took a deep breath, and didn't know what to reply.

Just as he was in a daze, two slightly cool little hands grabbed his forearms.

Shang Yu looked up and met Lin Zhao's eyes. He had been so engrossed in his own world that he hadn't noticed that Lin Zhao was crying again.

Lin Zhao's fingertips were trembling, her eyes were red from crying, and she was sniffling. She looked so pitiful.

Shang Yu felt as if something had struck him. He looked at him for a long time before finally sighing and softening his tone unconsciously.

"Why are you crying?"

Lin Zhao didn't know why he was crying. He was anxious and aggrieved. He really didn't want to change jobs, and he really didn't want to have any relationship with Lin Yu.

He wanted to speak, but tears kept falling, and he couldn't utter a word; it was stuck in his throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Shang Yu remained silent and did not look at him. He could only muster his courage and grab his hand. When Shang Yu finally looked over, his nose felt even more sore.

Especially his question, "Why are you crying?", made him unable to hold back his grievances any longer, and he burst into quiet sobs.

He was crying so hard his whole body was trembling, and his fingertips unconsciously gripped Shang Yu tightly, causing him pain, but he didn't say anything.

She simply reached out and patted his back, her movements clumsy, as if afraid he might actually cry and cause something bad to happen.

He, too, knowing full well that Lin Zhao was sick, still forced her to answer, putting her in such a difficult position.

"Stop crying, I won't say anything more, or the car will be flooded."

Hearing this last sentence made Lin Zhao feel even more aggrieved. He looked up at Shang Yu in disbelief, tears streaming down his face.

It's as if they're saying, "Why are you criticizing me?"

Shang Yu pursed his lips and decisively shut his mouth.

He gently patted Lin Zhao's back until he caught his breath.

Lin Zhao cried for a long time before finally speaking.

"Sir, I wasn't lying to you just now. I really, really love Yu..."

He had just blurted out that he wanted to call him Brother Yu, but then he remembered that Shang Yu seemed to have a big problem with him calling him Brother, so he changed his mind.

"I really have no other feelings for Lin Yu. We...we don't even have each other's contact information...how could I possibly switch jobs? I'm sure...I'm definitely going to work hard for you here, sir."

She spoke haltingly, and as she continued, she became increasingly aggrieved, her lips trembling as if she were about to cry again.

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"Sir, please don't be angry, please don't send me away..."

The sobs were soft and hoarse, filled with deep grievance, and were particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

Shang Yu couldn't stand him like this. The awkwardness and irritation in his heart instantly crumbled, leaving only helplessness.

His originally cold and hard shoulders slowly relaxed, and his tone unconsciously softened, carrying a hint of indulgence that he himself was unaware of.

"Don't cry, I didn't say I was going to kick you out."

Lin Zhao raised her head through teary eyes, her eyelashes wet and clinging to her eyes, her voice choked and broken.

"Really, you're not going to kick me out? I don't want to go with anyone else... I just want to work here and do my job well..."

Seeing him sobbing uncontrollably, Shang Yu couldn't blame him at all. In the end, it was all the fault of that Lin Yu, who didn't seem like a good person.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing away the tears at the corners of his eyes, carefully wiping away the fallen golden beads, his tone gentler than ever before.

"No rush."

Then, as if remembering something, he added in a low voice.

"Even if you want to go with someone else, you have to ask me for my permission."

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, tears still on her face, and stared blankly at him, forgetting to cry for a moment.

Shang Yu avoided his wet gaze, her ears burning slightly. She turned her face away, pretended to straighten her cuffs, and then pulled out a few more sheets of paper and handed them to him.

"Alright, wipe away your tears. Someone's coming to deliver something soon. If you cry again, your eyes will get swollen, and people will think I'm bullying you."

Lin Zhao nodded quickly, took the tissue, wiped away her tears haphazardly, and sat obediently to the side, secretly relieved.

Thankfully, the man wasn't angry anymore and didn't kick him out.