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

Shang Yu lay painfully on the sofa, his right fist clenched tightly against his abdomen, his face pale.

Lin Zhao strode forward, crouched down, and called out softly.

"Sir, what's wrong? Sir, sir, can you hear me?"

Shang Yu had his eyes tightly closed, and he looked somewhat delirious, vaguely hearing familiar sounds in his ears.

He struggled to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Lin Zhao's worried face.

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"

Seeing that he seemed to be in great pain and didn't reply, Lin Zhao quickly stood up and wanted to go find someone.

"Uncle Li! Li..."

He had barely taken a step when someone grabbed his wrist, and Shang Yu's hoarse, pained voice rang out.

"Don't go."

Lin Zhao quickly squatted back down and held Shang Yu's hand tightly.

"I won't go, I won't go, sir, where do you feel unwell?"

His anxious tears fell straight down, the scalding tears landing on Shang Yu's cheeks, burning his heart and lessening the sharp pain he had felt.

Shang Yu loosened his grip on his wrist, but still refused to let go.

He was breathing rapidly, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

Lin Zhao cried even harder upon hearing this.

"Sir, please don't say such things. Tell me where it hurts, okay? I'll go find a doctor for you."

Shang Yu let out a long sigh, his gaze fixed on the man's reddened eyes. Such beautiful eyes. He had thought so from the first time he saw them. They were truly beautiful.

He released Lin Zhao's hand and pointed his finger at the cabinet in the distance.

"There's a first-aid kit inside, and a small bottle of stomach medicine. Give it to me."

Lin Zhao hastily wiped her face, quickly got up, and followed Shang Yu's finger to find the first-aid kit.

His fingertips were trembling so badly he was shaking uncontrollably.

I simply poured out all the medicine at once, and finally saw the small white bottle.

She squatted down in front of Shang Yu again, took out a small white pill, and was about to feed it to Shang Yu.

Shang Yu scoffed.

"Do you want me to chew it dry?"

Lin Zhao was so anxious that he forgot to pour water. He quickly got up and ran to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water.

Help me up.

When Shang Yu spoke, Lin Zhao carefully helped him sit up and handed him warm water and pills.

He looked really weak, and without even lifting his hand, he put the pill in his mouth using Lin Zhao's fingertips.

The cool lips brushed against Lin Zhao's fingertips, causing him to instinctively flinch.

Shang Yu sensed it, a smile played on his lips, and he raised his hand again. Lin Zhao assumed he was going to get a water glass.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her wrist again, then took a sip from her hand.

Throughout the entire process, Shang Yu kept his eyes fixed on Lin Zhao, observing all his reactions.

Lin Zhao's ears turned bright red. She dared not meet his gaze, her eyes darting around, and her heart was pounding.

He never expected that the sick Shang Yu would be so...so domineering?

He couldn't describe it; it felt strange.

After Shang Yu finished drinking the water, he let go of her hand, but Lin Zhao was still squatting in front of him, motionless.

"What's wrong? Are you stunned?"

Shang Yu spoke, his tone full of teasing, and he seemed much better than before.

Lin Zhao didn't care whether it was strange or not, put down her water glass, and quickly asked him.

"Sir, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?"

He stared straight at him with his big, watery eyes, his gaze devoid of any flattery, only genuine concern.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose in Shang Yu's heart. He pulled Lin Zhao up and made him sit next to him.

She lay directly on his lap.

Lin Zhao was startled and didn't know where to put her hands.

"Sir, you..."

"Shhh."

Shang Yu shifted his body to find a more comfortable position and spoke softly.

"It won't be that fast. Let's wait for the medicine to take effect. Lin Zhao, don't move. Let me lie down for a while. I've been so tired these past few days."

Lin Zhao must have taken a shower; he carried the faint scent of shower gel and a youthful, refreshing aroma that was very reassuring.

Lin Zhao watched as he slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming steady.

The gentleman has probably been busy with the orphanage these past few days, but he can't help with anything.

In fact, when Lin Zhao came to clean up the dishes every morning, she could tell that her husband ate very little, and sometimes he didn't eat a single bite.

But he didn't care about the man at all; he even wondered if the man was deliberately avoiding him.

He is absolutely despicable.

Thinking this, Lin Zhao stopped moving and carefully pulled the man's coat from the sofa to cover his stomach.

My stomach already hurts, I hope I don't catch a cold on top of that.

Lin Zhao couldn't move, and he couldn't sleep either. Not knowing what to look at, he could only secretly look at Shang Yu.

The gentleman is so handsome. He has long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and red lips.

He has a great figure, lying on the sofa, he's so long, and his head is big too. No wonder he can be a boss, he must be very smart.

Lin Zhao's mind was wandering, and she stared blankly at him. Even though he was asleep, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he didn't seem to be sleeping soundly.

He quietly reached out, wanting to smooth his furrowed brow.

Just as he reached out, his wrist was grabbed, and Shang Yu, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them.

Lin Zhao immediately panicked, like a child caught doing something wrong, not knowing what to do, her eyes darting around.

"Sir, sir, I...I..."

Shang Yu found his flustered appearance extremely cute. The medicine had taken effect, and the pain had lessened.

He decided to tease Lin Zhao, and with a sudden burst of strength, he pulled the man right in front of him.

Lin Zhao was forced to open her eyes wide and face him, their noses almost touching.

Shang Yu spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

"You, you, you,"

He is learning from Lin Zhao.

"Is it pretty?"

Lin Zhao stared at him blankly, almost blurting it out.

"Okay, it looks good."

Shang Yu hadn't expected him to answer like that, and now he felt quite ashamed.

He quickly released Lin Zhao's hand, turned his face away, and was about to get up when an unexpected incident occurred.

Because he released his grip so suddenly, Lin Zhao didn't react in time. When Shang Yu was about to get up, he was still bent over.

Soft lips landed unexpectedly on Shang Yu's cheek, and they quickly separated after a light touch.

The air froze instantly.

Lin Zhao's cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly straightened up, forgetting to breathe, her mind completely blank.

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Did he just kiss the gentleman?