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

"snort."

Qin Zhengde snorted and looked at Lin Zhao. Seeing his grandson still standing there dumbfounded, he waved to him.

"What are you standing there for? Do you think Grandpa's going to eat you?"

Lin Zhao finally came to his senses, and tears streamed down his face, but he smiled as he strode forward and took Qin Zhengde's hand.

"Grandpa, you...you don't object?"

"Against what?"

Qin Zhengde awkwardly wiped his tears with his sleeve.

"Your father almost turned Hong Kong upside down looking for you, and you're even willing to give up the Qin family for this kid. If I, this old man, object, are you two going to elope?"

Qin Nianzhao narrowed her eyes.

I knew there was a traitor in the team!

Without waiting for Lin Zhao's reply, Qin Zhengde clicked his tongue inwardly and looked at Shang Yu with a hint of regret.

"A pageboy is so nice; he can keep you company, serve you, and you don't even have to prepare a banquet..."

"Father."

Qin Cheng'an finally broke down, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Please stop talking..."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Qin Zhengde stared wide-eyed.

"You all really don't understand manners at all. In the old society, in wealthy families, even pageboys were..."

"grandfather!"

Lin Zhao threw herself into his arms, laughing so hard she trembled, her tears soaking the front of the old man's Tang suit.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Qin Zhengde was startled by his hug, then coughed awkwardly and patted his back with a stern face.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Kid, come here."

Shang Yu was still in shock from the "book boy" when he heard this and took a step forward.

"Mr. Qin."

"What do you mean, 'old man'?"

Qin Zhengde frowned.

"Now that Zhaozhao has acknowledged you, you should call him Grandpa."

"But let me make this clear: if you dare to bully Zhaozhao, the Qin family is not to be trifled with."

Shang Yu lowered his eyes; he really hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

He bowed respectfully in the same manner.

"Yes, Grandpa."

Qin Nianzhao, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but laugh so hard that she slid off her chair and was hurriedly helped up by the butler.

Qin Zhengde saw this and, who was just worried about not having anyone to set rules, immediately scolded him.

"Nian Zhao! How can you be so ill-mannered? Go back and copy the family rules three times and hand them in."

Qin Nianzhao was dumbfounded.

Why am I the only one who got hurt?

Qin Zhengde then looked at Lin Zhao, took out a warm and smooth mutton-fat jade pendant from his bosom, and tied it around Lin Zhao's waist.

"Take this token from the eldest grandson of the Qin family. As for you..."

He glanced at Shang Yu and waved his hand dismissively.

"I can't be a pageboy anymore, so what... what was it again?"

"Grandson-in-law."

Qin Cheng'an whispered a reminder.

"Yes, son-in-law."

Qin Zhengde stroked his beard and nodded reluctantly.

"It'll do."

Lin Zhao looked down at the jade pendant at his waist, which had a large Qin character on it and looked quite old.

Perhaps this is what people often call fate?

He looked up at the old man, whose face was stern but whose eyes held a smile.

Looking at Shang Yu, who rarely showed such a blank expression, she finally broke into a smile through her tears.

He released the old man's hand and walked confidently to Shang Yu.

This time, at least it wasn't done secretly; she openly held his hand and didn't forget to reiterate it.

"grandfather,"

Lin Zhao said with a smile.

"He is my lover, not my page."

Qin Zhengde gave him a disapproving look, his tone tinged with a helpless indulgence.

"Okay, okay."

After saying that, he slowly stood up, picked up the cane next to him, and stretched out his hand. The butler next to him understood and stepped forward to support him.

"Stay for dinner tonight. I've had the kitchen make some soup. Page... oh no, you there, have some too, it'll help your brain. You don't look very bright."

Shang Yu: ...

After Qin Zhengde, Qin Chengan, Yu Shuwei, and the others went to the backyard restaurant, Qin Nianzhao dared to laugh out loud.

"Brother Shang! Grandpa wants you to get some brain-boosting nutrition!"

Shang Yu glanced at him expressionlessly, then reached out and pulled Lin Zhao into his arms, whispering through gritted teeth in his ear.

"Baby, I'd even be willing to be your page."

Lin Zhao laughed out loud, reached out and hugged his waist, teasing him.

"Then...then you'll be my page during the day, and I'll grind ink for you at night?"

"Need not."

Shang Yu bit his ear, his voice low and hoarse.

"You just need to serve me tonight."

"rogue!"

Qin Nianzhao's smiling face froze as she watched the two interact so casually.

"Hey! Are you kidding me? If you're going to show off your relationship, at least consider my feelings, okay?"

Shang Yu glanced at him indifferently.

"If you don't copy the clan rules now, after three repetitions, are you planning to stay up all night studying them?"

Qin Nianzhao was speechless with anger, stomped her foot, and decided to go find her parents.

Lin Zhao gripped Shang Yu's hand tightly and looked up at him.

"Grandson-in-law?"

Shang Yu nodded.

"No, it's a pageboy."

Lin Zhao was amused and didn't object. The two of them held hands and went to the backyard together.

Actually, if it were Lin Zhao, being a pageboy wouldn't be so bad; it would be even better if she could do it for a lifetime.

Shang Yuxiang...

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At the dinner table, the family was all smiles and shared many amusing stories about Lin Zhao's early life.

It is said that Qin Cheng'an is a first-time father, and the postpartum nanny prepared a maternity bag.

After checking everything, he asked the nanny in a serious tone why she wasn't wearing shoes.

Yu Shu smiled and looked at Lin Zhao.

"You have no idea how funny your dad was back then. He was completely stumped by the nanny's questions."

"You can't laugh even if you want to, so you can only explain to your father that babies don't walk right after they're born."

The whole audience was amused. Qin Zhengde, who had been keeping a straight face at first, suddenly joined in, but then, for some reason, he also started laughing.

"This kid has been unreliable since he was little. When you first brought him out, I was waiting with him at the door. The nurse put the baby in his arms and asked what his name was."

"He said his name was Qin Cheng'an. I thought to myself, the Qin family has never had a fool in all their generations, but now that Shuwei has a child, he's made him a fool."

Qin Nianzhao couldn't hold back her laughter and burst into laughter while clutching her stomach.

"Daddy, I never knew you'd made so many fools of yourself, haha."

Qin Cheng'an was also a little embarrassed, so he secretly nudged Qin Nianzhao and put a piece of food on Lin Zhao's plate.

"That's all in the past. I won't make such a silly mistake now."

These words were spoken to Lin Zhao, and Yu Shuwei's smile faded.

It might have been just a thoughtless remark, but once it was said, it took on a different meaning, and the laughter gradually stopped.

Lin Zhao picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, then smiled and looked up at Qin Cheng'an.

"It's delicious, thank you Dad. And let bygones be bygones."

Yu Shuwei turned her head away and wiped away her tears.

Qin Zhengde coughed and changed the subject.

"Alright, alright, since we've mentioned names, let's get down to business. Xiao Zhao is back too, let's get this family tree registered sometime."

Being included in the family genealogy is indeed a very important matter. Since the old man has spoken, Lin Zhao has no choice but to comply.