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

Shang Yu paused in his motion to get up, the gentle touch on his cheek was crystal clear.

So soft, almost exactly like in his dream.

His ears turned uncontrollably red, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and even his simple act of wanting to rest on his lap became incredibly ambiguous.

The soft flesh of his thighs beneath his cheeks was so comfortable, so much more so than a pillow, that Shang Yu was reluctant to get up.

But if we don't get up soon, something bad will happen...

He pretended nothing had happened, sat up, pulled his coat down a bit, and adjusted his posture.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Zhao sitting to the side, sitting there blankly and motionless, a blush running down her face to her neck.

Shang Yu coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.

"Um, I'm a little hungry."

These words were like a switch being flipped; Lin Zhao got up and went to the kitchen almost without thinking.

Watching his departing figure, Shang Yu silently pulled his coat over his head, collapsed onto the sofa, his heart still racing.

Lin Zhao, oh Lin Zhao, that's too unfair.

Lin Zhao performed the muscle movements with a completely expressionless face throughout.

I only came to my senses when I arrived in the kitchen and stood in front of the dining table.

He suddenly clutched his face.

(ノдヽ)

Oh no, how embarrassing! How could someone make such a huge mess!

Was what he just did considered workplace sexual harassment?

Although the person in question is the boss, but...

However, they are both men, so there shouldn't be anything wrong with them kissing on the cheek, right?

The gentleman didn't react much just now, so he should be alright, right?

He glanced back at Shang Yu, who was already sitting quietly on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Lin Zhao quietly patted her chest, "It's alright, it's alright. The master said he doesn't like men, so this is just an accident."

Yes, it was an accident!

Lin Zhao silently comforted herself and began to heat up the dishes for Shang Yu.

But he had a stomachache and couldn't eat anything too spicy, so Lin Zhao decided to make him some soup and rice.

It's quick and warms the stomach.

He moved swiftly and soon placed a steaming bowl of soup on the table.

Hesitantly, he walked toward the living room, and just as he reached the door, he saw Shang Yu already there.

"Is it done?"

Lin Zhao nodded.

"Alright, sir."

The two talked naturally, as if nothing had just happened.

Shang Yu sat down at the dining table. There was only one bowl. He then looked at Lin Zhao.

Aren't you going to eat?

Lin Zhao shook her head.

"I...I ate dinner last night, I'm not hungry, sir."

Shang Yu nodded and took a bite of the soup. It contained chopped green vegetables and perhaps some chicken broth. The taste was fresh and refreshing.

Lin Zhao stood to the side, unsure whether she should leave.

"Sit down and have some food with me."

When Shang Yu spoke, Lin Zhao couldn't say anything and obediently sat down.

She just kept her eyes down, picking at her fingers, and didn't dare to look at him.

Shang Yu hadn't eaten properly lately. He came home too late at night and sat alone at the dining table. It was too quiet, and he couldn't eat more than a few bites.

So he kept Lin Zhao with him; having someone to keep him company made even the food taste better.

Shang Yu finished a bowl of food but still felt unsatisfied. However, he had just had a stomachache, and it was too late to eat too much.

He slowly wiped the corner of his lips, and Lin Zhao didn't say a word the whole time.

"Lin Zhao, don't you have anything you want to ask?"

Shang Yu broke the silence first. Lin Zhao paused in his fingertips. He already knew that his master had been very tired these past few days, so he decided not to ask any more questions.

To save my husband from getting annoyed.

So he shook his head.

"No, sir. Have you finished eating? I'll go clean up."

As he was speaking, he stood up, but Shang Yu pulled him back, this time Shang Yu directly grabbed his hand.

Lin Zhao was forced to sit back down.

Shang Yu originally intended to have him sit down, but he grabbed his hand, and well, his hand was soft.

Let's just keep going, let's keep going a little longer.

Lin Zhao's ear tips were getting redder and redder.

Shang Yu reluctantly released his hand and spoke naturally.

"Sit down and chat with me for a while."

"Stay with me," my husband said three times today. I don't know why, but every time he says this, Lin Zhao feels that she can't refuse.

He placed his hands on his knees, sat obediently, looked at Shang Yu earnestly, and spoke in a soft voice.

"Sir, what would you like to talk about?"

Shang Yu rubbed his fingertips together a few times, the warm touch still lingering there, but Lin Zhao's gaze was so serious that he couldn't help but become serious as well.

He knew what Lin Zhao wanted to say and ask, but she wasn't asking now, perhaps because she was afraid of bothering him.

But he felt that Lin Zhao had the right to know, and his tone became serious.

"I've been following up on the orphanage situation these past few days."

The moment the words left her lips, Lin Zhao's hands, which had been resting on her knees, clenched tightly around her clothes, and a look of tension flashed in her eyes.

He timidly looked up at Shang Yu, his voice trembling slightly.

"Sir, regarding the demolition, has it been finalized? Is there no chance left? Is it absolutely necessary to demolish it?"

Lin Zhao's eyes were already glistening with tears. Shang Yu quickly grabbed a tissue box from the side and handed it to him.

Seeing him like this, that familiar feeling of heartache returned.

But he still can't guarantee him anything; he can only tell him the current situation.

"I've been following this matter closely from the beginning, and I've been putting pressure on the construction team's schedule. There won't be any demolition in the near future, but I can't guarantee that later. The design institute is working overtime to revise the drawings, but..."

Shang Yu's tone was calm, but it concealed a hint of helplessness that was hard to hide, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"But there has been no substantial progress so far. This piece of land was already won by a large real estate company through a bidding process. The commercial interests involved are complex and intertwined, and it cannot be resolved in a day or two."

"Moreover, even if the blueprints are approved, the resistance to resubmitting the review materials is unimaginable. Therefore, Lin Zhao."

He paused, and after a long pause, he finally spoke.

"I can't guarantee right now that it won't be demolished, but I will do everything I can to protect your home."

After he finished speaking, the air was silent for a moment.

After hearing those words, Lin Zhao felt a mix of emotions. He originally thought that this matter could be decided with just one word from his master, but he did not expect that his master would have to go through so much trouble.

He looked at Shang Yu's obvious dark circles under his eyes and his tired expression, and then he remembered the pain he had just experienced when his stomach ailment flared up.

She didn't say anything more, but looked into his eyes and spoke softly.

"Sir, I believe you."

He looked up at Shang Yu, his eyes filled with undisguised sincerity, as if telling him that he truly believed in him.

Shang Yu subconsciously raised his hand and touched his head.

"Yes, trust me."

Shang Yu was still working in his study at three in the morning, looking at the densely packed proposals submitted by his subordinates, none of which were of any use.

He desperately wanted to rush back an hour and slap that Lin Zhao, the man who believed in him, to death.

People can't even empathize with their past selves. They were all prepared not to say anything definitive, but now look what's happened. If things go wrong, not only will they not receive the candy, but they'll also lose Lin Zhao's trust...

He took a deep breath and resignedly continued looking at the documents in his hand.

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The next morning, Shang Yu got up early and saw Lin Zhao standing at the door as soon as he opened it.

The boy was wearing a large shirt, the hem of which almost covered his thighs, and he was completely naked below.

Shang Yu was stunned.

"Lin Zhao, what are you doing?"