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Zhou Wanrou smiled and explained to Yu Shuwei beside her in a very soft voice, but everyone present heard it.

"We signed this kind of agreement when we got married. This was a template that Xiaoyu asked Lin Hai for."

When Yu Shuwei learned that Shang Linhai had forced Lin Zhao to leave, she was actually very angry, and even now, she is still somewhat unhappy.

But since Shang Yu had already said so much, Shang Linhai didn't say anything, but instead agreed wholeheartedly.

She calmed herself down a little.

Qin Cheng'an closed the document, raised his wine glass, and looked at Shang Linhai.

"I hope the Shang family won't change their surname."

Shang Linhai also raised his glass.

"Then it depends on the two of them."

The two fathers clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

The meaning behind those words is quite clear: they agree to them being together.

Qin Nianzhao, who had never been in a relationship, didn't notice anything wrong with Lin Zhao at all.

She even tugged at his sleeve and whispered her congratulations to him.

"Brother, I told you, you're going to become a millionaire! And Daddy, Mommy, Uncle, and Auntie all agree. We'll be able to drink your wedding wine soon!"

Lin Zhao showed absolutely no joy.

He was still in shock, sitting there blankly, seemingly lost in thought.

Shang Yu raised his wine glass and toasted Qin Cheng'an and Yu Shuwei.

"Thank you, Uncle and Aunt, for your kindness."

Qin Cheng'an waved his hand.

"Sit down. We parents don't want anything else, we just want you to be happy. Xiao Yu, treat Xiao Zhao well."

Shang Yu smiled and nodded, sat down, reached out and took Lin Zhao's hand, making a solemn promise.

"I will, Uncle."

He had just finished saying that when Lin Zhao suddenly pulled him up.

Fearing that his struggle might hurt Lin Zhao, Shang Yu nodded apologetically to everyone and ran out with him.

"Brother! Where are you going?"

Qin Nianzhao also stood up, but was pulled down by Yu Shuwei.

"Ignore them, just eat your food."

Zhou Wanrou smiled and put a piece of food on his plate.

"Nian Zhao, try this. Let them handle their own affairs."

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Lin Zhao led the man all the way to the pavilion before stopping. His eyes were red and teary as he looked at him.

It took a long time before he finally asked the question.

"So, this is what you've been busy with the past few days? When I asked you, you said it was a surprise for me..."

Shang Yu felt a pang of guilt when he saw him crying.

He took his hand and didn't deny it.

"Yes, I lied to you a few days ago and said I had something to do at the company. I was working on this document. I didn't mean to hide it from you, but if I told you, Zhaozhao definitely wouldn't agree."

"You knew I disagreed, but you still went ahead with it!"

Lin Zhao was so angry that she tried to pull her hand away, but Shang Yu held it firmly.

Shang Yu sighed, reached out and picked the person up, sitting them down in a chair.

He raised his hand and gently touched the corner of the boy's eye, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm sorry. I didn't dare to hide it from you and make you angry. You can hit me or scold me, but this is something I have to do."

"Your uncle and aunt entrusted you to me, and I need to let them see that I'm not just saying it, nor am I just playing around with you."

"you……"

Lin Zhao's voice was trembling, but she still stared at him without blinking.

"You're using your entire fortune to fool people?"

"I'm not trying to comfort you."

Shang Yu grasped his hand and pressed it against his heart.

"It's like putting shackles on myself."

Lin Zhao seemed not to quite understand the meaning behind his words, and her expression became even more puzzled.

Shang Yu slowed down his speech considerably, but he pronounced each word very clearly.

"Zhaozhao, I've seen too many people who say they love you today, and change their minds tomorrow."

"Human nature is too complicated. I'm afraid that one day when the passion fades and life becomes mundane, I will forget how much I love you now."

"A lifetime is too long, ten, twenty, or even thirty years. I dare not gamble on it."

"So I'm betting everything I have on you, not to coax you, nor to give you a way out."

"I do this to constantly remind myself that I don't even have the right to turn back."

Lin Zhao was stunned. Seeing that he had finally stopped crying, Shang Yu continued to add to the story.

"In that case..."

He lowered his head, his forehead touching Lin Zhao's, his voice hoarse.

"Even if I become a bastard in the future, I will never dare to hurt you or let you suffer any injustice."

Lin Zhao stared blankly at him, tears silently streaming down her face.

Does this man even know what he's saying?

He doesn't believe in human nature, and he doesn't even trust his future self.

So he pushed himself to the brink of despair in advance, just so that he would never suffer any injustice?

No wonder Lin Zhao was watching short videos a few days ago.

The story is roughly about how, when the novel comes to an end, the male protagonist abandons the female protagonist because he meets someone better.

Fortunately, the female protagonist has the support of a system that allows her to take revenge on the scumbag.

That day, Shang Yu held him and watched it together; that was the only time he watched it more attentively than he had on his own.

At the end, they even remarked that it was already over.

"But Zhao Zhao doesn't have a system, what should we do...?"

At that time, Lin Zhao only thought he was reminiscing about the plot.

But what I didn't expect was that he was actually putting himself in the shoes of the woman who was hurt, imagining what he would do if he were her.

So... so he created a system for himself, betting his own future on it.

How could there be such a foolish person?

How could you be so foolish?

Lin Zhao cried and pounded his chest, her voice trembling violently.

"How can you even guard against yourself?"

"Because I said I would never let you suffer any more injustice in this lifetime."

Shang Yu grasped his trembling fist and kissed it.

"Zhaozhao, if one day I really forget, you must not forgive me. You must not let yourself suffer any injustice and just take those things and leave."

Lin Zhao took a deep breath, then suddenly threw herself into his arms, shaking her head repeatedly.

"No, no, you'll never change."

"I hope not."

Shang Yu hugged him tightly, resting his chin against the top of his head and gently nuzzling him.

"Not just hope,"

Lin Zhao looked up, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but her tone was unusually firm.

"Absolutely."

"Brother Ayu, I want to put shackles on myself too."

"If one day I stop loving you, lock me up and keep me locked up forever."

Shang Yu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, his eyes reddening.

"Fool, there's no such thing as a shackle."

"Yes, I'll write you a guarantee when we get back, and we'll have it notarized by a lawyer!"

Lin Zhao buried her face in his chest again, her voice muffled and nasal.

"Anyway...anyway, we've locked it down, nobody's getting away."

The boy's words were actually quite naive; he didn't even know that such a guarantee couldn't be notarized.

But Shang Yu's eyes reddened, he tightened his arms, and his voice became hoarse.

"Okay, locked."

A night breeze blew through the pavilion, carrying with it the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.

That weighty agreement became the most sincere vow of the two "madmen".

Their love will continue forever, until the very end, until the novel is finished.