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

Lin Zhao regretted saying those three words on the Ferris wheel.

They were supposed to stay at the store for the remaining days of the National Day holiday, but what happened?

Just like the previous few days, they didn't even leave their house.

The only difference is that the location changed from a rented small house to the villa where they used to live.

That gives them even more room to maneuver...

"Brother Ayu, it's okay, it's okay... it's really okay..."

The boy's nasal sobs echoed in the bedroom, along with the ring that had been on his hand.

Because he would often stroke it, daydream, or stare blankly at it, Shang Yu confiscated it and put it on his own hand.

The man was wearing two rings, one on his ring finger and one on his middle finger.

However, its function had already changed a quarter of an hour ago.

Shang Yu leaned close to Lin Zhao's flushed earlobe, his hoarse, deep voice sending a shiver down the boy's spine.

Lin Zhao clung tightly to Shang Yu's arm. The ring's reflection shone brightly in the darkness. The thought of that ring, so pure just moments before, now...

A wave of shame washed over him, but he couldn't stop himself from getting even more excited; if this continued, he would die.

He looked up at the man, his eyes glistening with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

"Brother Ayu, please, please..."

Shang Yu glanced at him, shook his head, and spoke in a coaxing tone.

"Wrong, baby, it's not those three words."

Lin Zhao immediately thought of three other words: "while in the car".

Shang Yu kept pestering him to say it again, but he was too shy and just didn't want to.

In the end, the man didn't press him to speak anymore. He just stared at him with extremely deep eyes and said one sentence.

"The baby will start talking sooner or later, and he won't stop."

At the time, he thought Shang Yu was joking, but now he understands that it was no joke at all!

The boy's fair neck suddenly arched upwards, and he loosened his grip on Shang Yu's arm.

Her lips were tightly clenched, and the words she was too ashamed to utter were forced out under the repeated, even more shameful, actions.

"I love you, I love you, stop...stop..."

The sound of crying mixed with those three words made Shang Yu's breath catch in his throat, and an unprecedented sense of excitement rushed straight to his brain.

Just like when he heard Lin Zhao say it for the first time on the Ferris wheel, if they hadn't been outside, Shang Yu would have already pounced on Lin Zhao.

That feeling of completely gaining the boy's trust and admiration was simply too intoxicating.

His Zhao Zhao has finally decided to "love" herself.

The ring was taken off, but Lin Zhao kept saying "I love you" all night long.

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Three days of chaos were broken by an urgent phone call.

Lin Zhao answered the phone in a daze.

"Xiao Zhao,"

Qin Cheng'an's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Your grandfather... wants to see you."

Lin Zhao's heart jumped.

Qin Zhengde, the patriarch of the Qin family in the port city, is the pillar of the Qin family. He is over eighty years old and has students all over the world. His students are spread all over the world.

Lin Zhao had never met this grandfather.

But from Qin Nianzhao's description, one can already sketch out an image of someone who is stern and extremely dignified.

Moreover, after chatting with Qin Nianzhao these past few days, he realized that the real troublemaker in the Qin family was not Qin Cheng'an, but Qin Zhengde.

Those are the true rulers who have been thoroughly steeped in rules and regulations.

"Does he...do he know about Brother Ayu?"

Lin Zhao asked cautiously.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I don't know yet, but if you all come together, he'll definitely know."

Lin Zhao understood; Qin Cheng'an meant that he didn't want Shang Yu to come along.

Is it possible to hide for a while, or even forever?

What's more, he just accepted Shang Yu's marriage proposal last night.

Lin Zhao closed her eyes.

"dad……"

He spoke, his fingertips nervously gripping the blanket, deciding to be honest with him.

"I accepted Brother Ayu's marriage proposal."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Lin Zhao became increasingly nervous.

Just as he was about to discuss with Qin Cheng'an whether he could go back later, the other side finally spoke.

"Okay, Dad got it. Mom, Nianzhao, and I will come to pick you up together."

These words meant that she agreed to let them come together, and Lin Zhao's eyes reddened slightly.

"Thank you, Dad."

Qin Cheng'an recognized Lin Zhao's sobbing voice and softened his tone.

"Silly child, don't be afraid, Daddy's here. Do whatever you want."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhao sat on the bed for a long, long time, lost in thought.

When Shang Yu came in, this was the scene he saw, and he noticed that the person on the bed seemed a bit off.

He placed the tray aside, walked over immediately, sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled the person into his arms.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Zhao buried her face in Shang Yu's shoulder, her voice muffled.

"Dad said Grandpa wants to see me."

Shang Yu gently stroked his back, then paused upon hearing this.

"Isn't that a good thing? Why does Zhao Zhao seem unhappy?"

"What good news!"

Lin Zhao raised her head, her eyes still red.

"Nian Zhao said that her grandfather was particularly fierce, and when her father made a mistake when he was a child, he had to kneel in the ancestral hall."

"Besides, he's an old-fashioned scholar, very particular about rules and regulations. If he knew you... knew about us..."

"What do you know about us?"

Shang Yu interrupted his train of thought, deliberately changing the subject.

"Did he know I was going to marry his grandson?"

Lin Zhao's face flushed, and she reached out and patted his chest.

"What time is it?! Are you kidding me?!"

Shang Yu took his hand and placed it on his chest. The ring was back in its place. He leaned down and kissed Lin Zhao on the top of his head.

"After everything we've been through, Zhao Zhao, do you think anyone can separate us?"

Lin Zhao looked at him, said nothing, but still firmly shook her head.

"So what's there to be afraid of? At worst..."

He paused, then pretended to touch his knee.

"I'll kneel in the ancestral hall for you. My knees should be fine for three days."

This made Lin Zhao laugh.

"What if it's more than three days?"

Shang Yu grunted in response.

"At most a week, otherwise he really won't be able to stand up. The baby's happiness for the rest of his life will have to be built by himself, it's too hard."

Lin Zhao didn't quite understand until he saw Shang Yu's barely suppressed laughter, at which point his eyes widened.

A counterattack pinned him firmly to the bed.

"Shang Yu!"

Shang Yu raised an eyebrow, a distasteful smile still lingering on his lips.

"Huh? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? What if I can't stand up..."

He glanced at Lin Zhao's current posture and then affectionately stroked his waist with his fingertips.

"Is this all the baby can do?"

Lin Zhao blushed with embarrassment at these words, her face puffed up with anger, and she swung her fist at them.

After playing around for a while, Shang Yu had laughed enough and then reached out to hug the person.

"Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you. Feeling better now?"

The person who got beaten up was perfectly fine, while the person who did the beating was exhausted.

Lin Zhao was panting heavily, but he was indeed less upset after all the commotion, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Shang Yu reached out and tidied the stray hairs beside his cheek, then cupped his face in her hands.

"Then don't think about it anymore. Everything will be clear once we get to the port city."