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

Lin Zhao took a step forward and spoke softly.

"Sir, I just made some candied tomatoes. Please try them; they're delicious."

But he was clearly not holding anything in his hands, which puzzled Shang Yu.

"Where?"

Lin Zhao took another step forward, getting closer to him, tilting her head back, and staring straight at him with her big eyes.

Then he tilted his head back, placed his soft, boneless hand on his shoulder, and spoke with a hint of coaxing.

"Sir, here you are."

After saying that, he suddenly pushed Shang Yu backward.

The two landed straight on the bed.

The bedding was fluffy and had a clean, faint fragrance, instantly enveloping the two of them.

They were ridiculously close, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

Lin Zhao's soft, sweet voice rang out.

"Sir, don't you want to eat me?"

After speaking, Lin Zhao leaned down slightly and gently brushed her lips against his.

The moment their lips touched, Shang Yu immediately took the initiative, firmly holding the back of the boy's head and kissing the soft spot he had longed for fiercely.

It was as sweet and soft as I had imagined.

Lin Zhao quickly succumbed to the pressure, and tears welled up in her eyes as she sobbed softly, looking utterly pitiful.

Her little hands obediently gripped his collar, forced to endure everything.

Shang Yu let go, seeing his red, swollen eyes, and his pale pink lips, now ripe from her kisses, glowing with a delicate, alluring crimson, just like candied cherries.

An unprecedented desire emanated from within.

It was a desire to ruthlessly destroy, to brutally abuse, to make him cry, to make him beg for mercy, to make him tremble and call out "my husband" repeatedly.

That desire was like a fire, burning out from the inside out.

Unable to bear it any longer, Shang Yu flipped over and pinned the man beneath him, his fingertips slipping under the hem of his clothes.

The man suddenly sat up in bed.

Was he having a wet dream? Was it about someone...?

Shang Yu recalled that dream, and those soft, fragrant lips, and felt a pang of regret. Why did he have to wake up at such a crucial moment?

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Is it because he doesn't know the rest?

Shang Yu got out of bed and took a shower. He couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he changed his clothes and prepared to go to the company.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a faint aroma of chicken congee.

He went downstairs and saw Lin Zhao busy in the kitchen.

He wore an adorable bunny apron, and the wisps of hair around his ears were gently blown by the morning breeze, making his profile clean and soft.

Wearing thin, heat-resistant gloves, she carefully held a long-handled spoon and gently stirred the thick chicken porridge in the clay pot.

The small steamer next to it was still emitting a little steam, probably from steaming soft and sticky snacks, which would be perfect with the porridge.

The morning light fell on his shoulders, the hem of his fluffy bunny apron swayed gently, and he looked docile and obedient. The warmth of the house filled the empty room.

I felt this scene was familiar, somewhat like the time when my mother would occasionally get up early to make breakfast for my father.

Shang Yu stood at the top of the stairs, staring at him, momentarily stunned, but at the same time, he remembered that chaotic dream.

My gaze involuntarily fell on the boy's straight legs. Lin Zhao was wearing denim shorts that reached just to his knees.

His calves were straight and fair, without an ounce of excess fat. His gaze was upward, and he unconsciously noticed the boy's round buttocks, small but very... perky.

I wonder if it will feel as soft as it did in my dream. No, in my dream, he woke up before he could even touch it.

Realizing what he was thinking, Shang Yu's ears turned bright red. He closed his eyes, trying to shake off all the chaotic thoughts.

But it accidentally made a sound.

Lin Zhao noticed it immediately; he turned around and saw Shang Yu standing at the top of the stairs.

He paused for a moment, then quickly put down the spoon in his hand, hurriedly took off his gloves, and jogged over.

There's a rule at the villa: you can't enter the main hall before 8 a.m. Usually, Shang Yu gets up at 8 a.m. and leaves at 9 a.m.

Lin Zhao didn't have time to make breakfast either.

These past few days, Shang Yu has been leaving early, and Lin Zhao hasn't even seen him, let alone had breakfast.

But after yesterday, Lin Zhao decided that she would still cook for her husband every meal and could not let him go without food any longer.

It's really too harmful to the body.

So he set his alarm early in the morning, tiptoed to the villa, and started making breakfast.

Lin Zhao glanced at the clock subconsciously. It was only six o'clock. The master had already gotten up. No wonder he looked so tired yesterday.

But it's only six o'clock now, and he did break the rules. He originally planned to sneak away after he finished. Could it be that he woke up the husband?

Lin Zhao nervously gripped the hem of her apron, lowered her head, and decided to apologize first.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have broken the rules and come in early, but I saw you had a stomachache yesterday, and then..."

They were babbling incoherently, and I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Shang Yu's gaze fell on his constantly moving lips, but because he was looking down, he couldn't see them clearly.

As if possessed, Shang Yu went downstairs, walked up to Lin Zhao, and lifted the boy's chin with his fingertips.

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at him.

Shang Yu didn't immediately loosen his grip; he gently rubbed it, his gaze sweeping over the man's flushed earlobes and his slightly pursed lips.

Why are you so dazed? It's kind of cute, though.

She's out radiating charm so early in the morning, really.

Lin Zhao was stunned and spoke blankly.

"Sir?"

Her lips moved again, and they really were like candied tomatoes, so red! I wonder if they're sweet.

Shang Yu stared intently at Lin Zhao's lips as if bewitched, making Lin Zhao feel uneasy.

Lin Zhao mustered her courage and shouted.

"teacher!"

Shang Yu snapped back to his senses, somewhat at a loss, and released his grip, his gaze clearing.

He saw Lin Zhao looking at him with a terrified expression, so he immediately cleared his throat and resumed his usual calm demeanor.

He reached out and tapped Lin Zhao's head.

"Lin Zhao, stop looking down all the time. You're already short."

Lin Zhao stood there, stunned, her mind blank: (๑•̌.•̑๑)ˀ̣ˀ̣

So you lifted his chin just now to remind him that he's short?

"And what did you just say? Why are you apologizing so formally?"

Shang Yu spoke again, steer the conversation back to Lin Zhao's apology earlier, and sure enough, the young man quickly forgot the unusual atmosphere from before.

He lowered his head somewhat timidly.

"Sir, according to the rules, we can't be in the main hall before eight o'clock, and it's only six o'clock now..."

When Shang Yu heard that this was the rule, he didn't think much of it.

He spoke softly.

"It's okay. Rules are meant to be broken. As the first person to break the rules, you're amazing."

After saying that, he walked straight to the dining table.

Lin Zhao stood there, hardly believing her ears. What had the master just said?

Uncle Li said that the gentleman values ​​rules the most, didn't he?

I've reminded myself of this several times before.

How could it be broken?

And you even praised him for being amazing?

Was sir not fully awake this morning?

Before he could figure it out, Shang Yu's voice came from behind him.

"Chef Lin, your porridge seems a bit stale."

Lin Zhao's nose twitched as she smelled a faint burnt smell. She quickly turned around, jogged over, and lifted the pot lid.

Thankfully, it was only slightly burnt, but does the gentleman not eat burnt food?

"Bring it up; even in death, there's a unique flavor to it."

Lin Zhao: (ㅍ_ㅍ)

Lin Zhao deftly ladled out a bowl of chicken porridge, sat down at the table, and set out a few side dishes with the porridge.

"I cooked this porridge for a long time, and it's just the right consistency. It's good for your stomach, sir, you can have some more."

After saying that, Lin Zhao stood quietly to the side.

Shang Yu sighed. It's been so long, why is he still so reserved? He tapped the table.

"Why are you standing so far away? I'm not going to eat you. I've told you so many times, when it's just the two of us, you sit down and eat with me."

Fearing that Lin Zhao might say something to decline, Shang Yu added.

"It's no fun for me to eat alone. If you're not going to sit down, then don't bother cooking anymore."

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, Lin Zhao quickly sat down.

I served myself a bowl.

The two sat quietly together eating breakfast, and the scene looked exceptionally harmonious.

After breakfast, Shang Yu changed into formal attire and prepared to leave for the company.

As soon as I stepped into the entryway, I heard soft footsteps behind me.

"Sir, please wait a moment."