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

Lin Zhao jogged up to catch up, holding a thermal lunchbox in her hands. Her eyes were serious but a little nervous as she spoke in a low voice.

He gently handed the lunchbox to Shang Yu, his eyes lowered, his tone cautious.

"This is a lunch I specially prepared for you. It's a balanced meal with both meat and vegetables, and it's warm so it lasts longer. You had a stomachache yesterday, and if you don't eat lunch, it's easy for it to flare up again."

Lin Zhao pursed her lips slightly, afraid that he would refuse, and added another sentence.

"Could you bring it with you today? And please remember to grab a bite at lunchtime, okay?"

Shang Yu wasn't used to eating out, nor did he like using these insulated lunchboxes. He always felt that they had a faint, indelible rusty smell that mixed with the taste of the food, making him feel very uncomfortable.

No matter how good or expensive the lunchbox is, he doesn't like it, so he'd rather not eat at the company at noon than have someone bring him food.

Not to mention bringing your own.

He looked down at the clean lunchbox, then looked up at Lin Zhao, whose eyes were full of expectation, as if she was afraid of being rejected.

Shang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

Forget it, I'll just not eat it then. There's no need to upset him; he'll probably cry again soon.

Shang Yu reached out and took the lunchbox, giving a reply.

"understood."

Lin Zhao's eyes lit up instantly, and a faint smile appeared on her face, her dimples appearing and disappearing.

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"Sir, please be careful on your journey, and remember to eat lunch."

Shang Yu hummed in agreement, grabbed the lunchbox, turned, and left.

With a faint smile on his lips and brows, Assistant Li saw this scene from inside the car and was utterly astonished.

Holy crap, this iceberg of ten thousand years can still laugh so heartily?

Even after he had worked overtime for so many consecutive days.

Assistant Li almost thought their boss had been possessed.

Otherwise, why would someone who started work on time from day one and left as early as possible be working overtime like crazy these past few days?

And he can still laugh?

That's unscientific, unscientific, utterly unscientific.

Also, what's that in the boss's hand?

Is it a lunchbox?

I rely on! ! !

The boss can actually eat?

It's no wonder he was so surprised. He'd been with Shang Yu for three years and had never seen him eat a single meal; he only drank coffee at the company during lunchtime.

When I go out for social events, all I do is drink. When asked, I always say I don't want to eat because I think it tastes bad.

He once thought Shang Yu was a cultivator of immortality...

It wasn't until I chatted with Uncle Li later that I learned he didn't not eat; he just wouldn't eat anything except the food his wife cooked.

But as far as he knew, hadn't the lady gone on a trip with the chairman?

Has he returned?

No way, I haven't heard of that. If the chairman comes back, how could the boss possibly come to work?

His keen intuition told him that this was no ordinary matter.

Who can melt an iceberg? Who can make a troublemaker obediently eat? Surely not!

Is the boss in a relationship?

A domineering CEO gets subdued by his sweet young wife?

The more he imagined it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but secretly smile, his heart filled with the joy of having stumbled upon a perfect match.

Just then, a chilling, cold sound came from the back seat.

"Have you seen enough?"

Shang Yu's tone was frighteningly cold. He looked up and met Li Texun's wandering gaze through the rearview mirror. There was no smile in his eyes, only a sense of oppression.

Assistant Li's heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. The perpetually icy man had returned, and all his chaotic wild imaginings vanished in an instant.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, I quickly straightened my posture, gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and shook my head vigorously, my survival instinct kicking in.

"No, boss, I didn't see it. I'm driving carefully and attentively, and I won't get distracted."

Sigh, life is really tough for laborers.

I hope the boss can actually fall in love, it'll calm him down, he's too intimidating.

Shang Yu didn't speak again, but gently rubbed the lunchbox in his hand with his fingertips.

When he arrived at the company, many people saw the lunchbox in Shang Yu's hand.

Assistant Li didn't dare to look around too much on the way back. He was so frustrated that he felt like he was about to burst. As soon as he got back to his workstation, his fingers couldn't help but itch, so he secretly opened the company's private group chat.

The group members are all anonymous, speak without restraint, and love to secretly gossip about various events.

As the president's special assistant, this is the only group where he can chat freely. He has to keep a proper distance all the time, which is exhausting.

Workers (Assistant Li): Family, family, urgent scoop! Cold Noodles King of Hell actually brought his own lunch today! Do you want to know who cooked it?!

Fugitive mental patient: What? Bring your own lunch? Cold noodles, the King of Hell?

Fugitive mental patient: Am I still dreaming? It's been three years! I've never seen the CEO eat a proper meal at noon!

The escaped mental patient: Didn't he just rely on coffee and air conditioning to survive?

Rat Man: Really? I don't believe it unless there's a picture.

Ox-horse laborers: Images

A working-class person: I secretly took this picture, and I saw the boss personally carry it off the car, and he protected it quite closely the whole way!

Workers: And you know what I mean, our boss has never brought his own lunch to the company before, so today is unusually abnormal!

The group chat exploded instantly, with messages popping up one after another. In just a few dozen seconds, the screen was filled with onlookers.

Netizens: I get it! It can make an iceberg break his rule and even make the King of Hell eat obediently. Is there any need to guess? It must be a lovingly prepared lunch by your sweetheart.

Intern Little Milk Tea: Ahhh, CEO romance novels have become reality? So the boss is dating? Someone secretly snagged a top tycoon?

The more the group guessed, the more outrageous their theories became; the more they talked, the more excited they got, and their imaginations ran wilder than ever.

Some guessed it was a wealthy heiress secretly showing affection, others guessed it was the boss having a low-key relationship and keeping it well hidden, and still others started shipping the gentle, domestic young couple, imagining a ten-thousand-word sweet romance novel about a domineering CEO's secret crush.

Meanwhile, Shang Yu, who had just arrived at the office, casually put his lunchbox aside.

Looking at the densely packed documents, he secretly rubbed his temples. These were all documents that had been accumulated recently, and on the other side was the latest modification plan for the suburban project.

He took a sip of the coffee his assistant had prepared and began working.

It wasn't until almost noon that Shang Yu rubbed his aching temples and looked at the lunchbox.

He hadn't originally planned to prepare any food, but then he thought of Lin Zhao's gaze that morning.

"Maybe I should just take a small bite," he thought. Just as he opened the lunchbox, someone suddenly burst in from outside.

Shen Youqing rushed in excitedly, carrying a stack of documents.

"Old Shang, Old Shang, look at this! Good news!"

He rushed to his desk, slammed the documents down, and pointed to the most crucial lines of regulations, his voice filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

"I worked through the night to get in touch with the planning bureau's internal channels and contacted the local cultural and tourism department. I submitted all the information about the old orphanage's dilapidated public welfare site, and they gave me a preliminary approval! As long as we can submit our alternative plan this month, the orphanage won't have to be demolished."

Upon hearing this, the heavy weight that had been pressing on Shang Yu's heart for days instantly eased considerably.

At least we've seen a glimmer of hope; now all we need to do is modify the blueprints.

Shang Yu's fingers relaxed slightly, and he was about to ask more questions when he saw Shen Youqing looking at his lunchbox with a strange expression.

Shen Youqing looked at the lunchbox with astonishment, as if he had seen some kind of monster.

"Oh my god, let me see, the sun hasn't risen in the west yet, when did you start bringing your own lunch?"

He kept circling around Shang Yu as he spoke.

"Something's not right, something's not right, Lao Shang, something's really off about you."

Shang Yu spoke calmly.

"He insisted that I bring it, so I had no choice."

Shen Youqing raised an eyebrow; why did he detect a hint of doting in those words?

They insisted I bring it, so I had no choice.

Pretending to be dead.

Shang Yu must be ecstatic. Wow, these two are going to make amazing progress at the orphanage!

Shen Youqing felt a bit like being a jerk, so he reached for the lunchbox and casually chuckled.

"Well, I know you don't like the food in these takeout containers, but since you're making this difficult, I guess I'll just have to accept it."

My fingers were just about to touch the edge of the lunchbox.

"Don't move."

Shang Yu's face instantly darkened. He raised his hand to block the other's hand, and his arm was firmly placed in front of the lunchbox to protect it.

The action was almost subconscious, without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Youqing almost burst out laughing, but still spoke without changing his expression.

"What are you doing? It's just a boxed lunch. Why are you being so protective?"

Shang Yu calmly closed the lunchbox again.

"I don't like other people touching my things."

"Okay, okay, I won't touch it."

I don't know if it's because he dislikes other people's things or people. Besides, I don't know if Shang Yu has finally figured it out yet.

Shen Youqing tentatively spoke.

"Old Shang, have you still felt that kind of desire for that nanny lately?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu immediately recalled that enchanting dream and turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.

"no."

That's what they say, but their eyes don't lie. Shen Youqing chuckled lightly.

"Heh, alright, alright, if there's no such thing, then there's no such thing. I suddenly remembered something. That Lin Yu you asked me to investigate a few days ago, that person is quite unusual."