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

He remained expressionless, nodding slightly in a polite and courteous manner.

"Hello, Dean."

He softened his tone, becoming unusually gentle.

"Xiao Zhao is very well-behaved at my place. I just stopped by to visit. Those things were bought by Xiao Zhao; I was just bringing them over for her."

Lin Zhao was surprised by his words and her face flushed slightly.

Dean Chen didn't think about anything else; he was just very comforted to see that Lin Zhao had found such a good employer.

The children in this courtyard come and go, but Lin Zhao is the only one I've maintained contact with.

He would also bring things back from time to time. Dean Chen had told him more than once to save his money, as the hospital was not wealthy, but he had enough to eat and drink.

But this kid is so stubborn; no matter what you say, he'll still bring a ton of stuff next time.

Lin Zhao was soft-hearted and too kind-hearted. She always yielded when things happened and would suffer in silence without saying a word.

When he was a child, he was often bullied by other children in the neighborhood. Later, when he went to school and lived in the dormitory, he was isolated by his classmates. But he never said a word about those grievances and carried them all on his own.

Now that he works alone away from home, Dean Chen often can't sleep at night, always worrying that he is being mistreated, harassed, and having an unhappy life.

But this child has always been sensible and considerate, only reporting good news and never bad. Even after working as an intern for so long, every time she replies, she smiles and says that everything is fine and her work is going smoothly.

But he hadn't come back, and Dean Chen had been worried. But seeing that he was doing well today, and that Mr. Shang seemed to be a steady and reliable employer, he felt relieved.

"Xiao Zhao has been a well-behaved child since he was little, and he is also honest in his work. It is his good fortune to have an employer like you."

Lin Zhao nodded in agreement. He also felt that it was indeed a blessing for him to find such a good job.

But I never expected to hear Shang Yu say that.

"Yes, it's my good fortune to have met him."

The man's face showed no emotion as he spoke, but his voice was firm, causing Lin Zhao's heart to tremble involuntarily.

Dean Chen found this statement somewhat strange, but since Shang Yu spoke so normally, he didn't think much of it.

Lin Zhao had previously mentioned that he was currently cooking for a wealthy family, and that his employer really enjoyed his cooking.

He probably felt that Lin Zhao's cooking suited his taste.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries. Shang Yu didn't really like these kinds of occasions, and Dean Chen noticed his discomfort, so he pulled Lin Zhao aside to change the subject.

"Xiao Zhao, dinner will be served soon. Why don't you take Mr. Shang for a walk around? We'll call you in a bit."

Lin Zhao smiled and looked at Shang Yu, who did not refuse and nodded slightly, then walked side by side with Lin Zhao into the depths of the courtyard.

The two walked down the old corridor one after the other. Along the way, Lin Zhao enthusiastically introduced Shang Yu to the places where she used to live, where she used to take classes, and where she used to play.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, but Shang Yu's heart sank more and more as he looked at him.

The so-called dormitory was not even as big as his room, but he had just seen that there were about twenty children. There was no air conditioning. He couldn't imagine how they survived in such a hot summer.

The classroom desks and chairs were peeling and the paint was chipped. The playground for children to play on still had the most primitive wooden slide. Even the small kitchen was terribly rudimentary.

When they reached the secluded backyard and found no one else around, he stopped, turned to look at Lin Zhao beside him, and spoke after a long pause.

"You had a tough time here before, didn't you?"

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then gently shook her head, seemingly thinking of her past life. There was no trace of grievance on her face, only a faint smile.

"It's not hard work. The hospital is great. The director and everyone takes good care of me. I'm doing very well."

His tone was sincere, and his eyes crinkled with a smile. If Shang Yu hadn't seen the conditions here with his own eyes, he might have really thought that he was doing very well.

In the corner, a few children, out of curiosity, were secretly peeking out to watch them.

Lin Zhao subconsciously walked over, smiled gently at the children, and said something that made them laugh heartily.

Shang Yu took in the whole scene without making a sound, and his heart softened completely.

He had seen many poor people, but they all showed some degree of resentment towards the injustices of life.

But this was the first time I had ever met someone who had suffered hardship since childhood, who had been worn down by life, yet remained gentle, clean, without resentment or hatred, and treated everyone around them with warmth and kindness.

He remembered the information that Shen Youqing had found.

Lin Zhao herself was short of money and lived frugally, unwilling to spend a penny more than necessary, yet she still sent money anonymously to the orphanage every month without fail.

Every time he comes back, he buys a lot of things, but he never asks for anything in return.

Even now, when recalling her past life, Lin Zhao is filled with gratitude.

The children glanced at Shang Yu again, then covered their mouths and ran away. Lin Zhao walked back to Shang Yu's side and spoke with a smile.

"Sir, the children like you very much."

Shang Yu didn't notice, but these children were indeed very cute and well-behaved, though they were all timid, which was somewhat similar to Lin Zhao.

He looked around at the dilapidated courtyard again, his tone filled with doubt and confusion.

"Has the institute received no financial assistance from large corporations or kind individuals over the years?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao's previously cheerful expression faded, and she sighed softly.

"It's not that there aren't any, it's just that the director doesn't agree. In fact, several groups of caring enterprises and public welfare teams have come before, saying they want to provide long-term support."

"But they all demanded that the children be publicized, that reporters be hired to take photos and videos of them, and that the children be forced to play the victim and gain sympathy in front of the camera."

He looked up at Shang Yu, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and his voice softened.

"The director didn't want the children to be embarrassed in public or be laughed at by others. So no matter how many people came, the director refused them all. She would rather the orphanage live a harder life and have fewer supplies than let the children suffer. Over time, outside donations stopped coming."

Shang Yu frowned and didn't say anything more. He had seen how people in the business world would use charity to whitewash their reputation in order to seek profit and avoid harm.

Unexpectedly, some people even exploit innocent children in orphanages, trading children's dignity for traffic and reputation, which is selfish and callous.

It turns out that it's not that no one has a kind heart, but that most people in the world are only concerned with their own interests.

He looked down at Lin Zhao beside him. The young man had clean features and spoke of the courtyard and the children with tenderness in his heart. He was kind and pure at heart.

Seeing that Shang Yu's expression was not good, Lin Zhao assumed that he did not want to shop anymore. Just then, the children asked him to cook a few dishes, so she tentatively asked him to.

"Sir, the children want to eat my cooking. Why don't you go and rest for a bit? I'll just stir-fry two dishes and it'll be quick."

He spoke cautiously, but Shang Yu knew him right here, and it was really inappropriate for him to leave others to cook.

But the children loved the food he cooked, and he couldn't cook dinner. Since he had finally come back, he really couldn't bear to refuse their request.

In case the gentleman didn't want to wait, he was even considering whether to persuade him to go back first.

But the next moment, someone said...

"Let's go, together."