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"Yes, Mr. Shang, I did grow up there when I was young, so I naturally have feelings for it."

"But business is business, and I will not bring personal feelings into my work."

"I have been pushing forward the demolition plan in accordance with the group's standards throughout the entire process, without any personal bias. You can check it at any time."

Shang Yu snorted coldly.

"Really? I heard that Director Lin hasn't gone back to visit even once. Dean Chen misses you very much."

Hearing Dean Chen's name again, Lin Yu felt a little dazed. If it weren't for that pedantic woman, he could have had a better opportunity to study.

They turned down aid from so many large corporations, yet they stayed at that dilapidated orphanage, letting him suffer so much for nothing.

He understood perfectly well that Shang Yu was saying all this to remind him that his relationship with Lin Zhao was not simple. He was the boss, an upper-class person. If he couldn't afford to offend him, couldn't he at least avoid him?

Lin Yu gritted his teeth secretly, but spoke with a faint smile.

"The day I left, Dean Chen taught me that people should look forward and not always look back. That's why I haven't gone back all these years. But I did donate some money to the orphanage in secret. It wasn't much, but I did my best."

His words were so airtight that if Shang Yu hadn't checked the orphanage's recent funding records, he would have really thought he had donated money.

Shang Yu, however, felt it was meaningless. This Lin Yu seemed warm and respectable, but in reality, he was a cold and indifferent person at heart.

He's gone mad. He was provoked by Shen Youqing's few words and came down to make things difficult for a mid-level department director.

He's still such a heartless bastard. Forget about being an opponent, he doesn't even deserve to be taken seriously or feared anymore.

It's a pity Lin Zhao isn't here. If he knew that someone who calls Yu-ge so affectionately shows no reaction whatsoever to the demolition of his childhood home, what would he think?

Shang Yu casually flipped through a few more reports, inquired about the progress of some projects, and then returned to his office.

Looking at the lunchbox placed to the side on the table, Shang Yu suddenly felt a little hungry.

When he opened the container, the food was already a little cold, but he didn't ask anyone to take it away and reheat it. He ate it all up, bite by bite, while it was still slightly cool.

All the frustration and bitterness from before vanished with the carefully prepared meal.

Just as Lin Zhao said she believed him, he also believed that Lin Zhao could not be easily fooled by such a person.

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It was still very late when I got back that night, but I didn't expect the main hall to be brightly lit.

As he walked into the lobby, the restaurant emitted a faint aroma of food, and Shang Yu turned and headed towards the restaurant.

Lin Zhao was seen resting her chin on her hand, her little head nodding as she dozed off.

He approached slowly, his footsteps very light, as if afraid of disturbing him.

Just then, Lin Zhao's head tilted to the side, he lost his balance, and almost fell forward.

With quick reflexes, Shang Yu immediately raised his hand, his palm firmly supporting the man's slightly cool forehead, gently lifting him up.

Warm palms pressed against a soft forehead, the touch delicate and so soft it sent shivers down one's spine.

Lin Zhao was awakened by the slight noise. She groggily lifted her eyelids, her eyes still covered with a thin layer of mist. Her voice was soft and hoarse, carrying the dazed feeling of just waking up.

"Sir...you're back?"

Shang Yu withdrew his hand without making a sound, his tone carrying a doting affection that he himself didn't realize.

"Why don't you go back to sleep?"

Lin Zhao shook his head, trying to clear his head, and blurted out.

"Wait for you."

Shang Yu felt a tightness in his chest. He sat down and stared at Lin Zhao for a long time before finally speaking.

"Lin Zhao, why are you so good to me?"

Lin Zhao got up early in the morning and couldn't sleep during the day. She had been waiting for Shang Yu to come back and had fallen asleep in a daze. She was still very sleepy and not fully awake.

Hearing this, he didn't think much of it and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Because my husband is good to me."

He looked at Shang Yu and found that he was staring at him, seemingly expecting his answer, so he...

He added this carefully and earnestly.

"Sir, you give me a place to live, pay me such a high salary, and are even willing to take care of the orphanage. It's only right that I serve you, wait for you, and treat you well."

These words were perfectly fine, and they were similar to what he had said to Uncle Li before; they were all expressions of gratitude from employees to their boss.

Last time he just found it annoying to hear those words, but this time he clearly realized that this was not what he wanted to hear at all.

Shang Yu's fingertips curled up slightly.

What does he want to hear?

He wanted to hear a private thought, a hint of favoritism, and to hear that Lin Zhao felt he was more than just an employer and benefactor to him.

The night was quiet, the restaurant was warmly lit, and the food was still warm, but the warmth in Shang Yu's heart sank little by little.

He suppressed the fleeting disappointment in his eyes, his face remaining impassive, only his voice deepening as he spoke softly.

"Is this just what should be done?"

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, then fully woke up and looked up at him blankly.

"What else is there?"

Shang Yu looked at the bewildered Lin Zhao in front of him, his throat tightened slightly, and he didn't know what to say.

He himself didn't really understand his feelings for Lin Zhao.

The two had known each other for a very short time, no more than a month in total.

When they first met, he even looked down on him a little.

I always feel that a man who is so clean-cut and handsome, with overly soft features, is easy to attract attention and might be dishonest.

Yet this very person, despite being so timid and terrified, still mustered the courage to look up and ask him for a chance to stay.

At that time, Shang Yu thought this person was quite interesting, so he gave him this opportunity.

Later, because his cooking suited their tastes, they decided to keep him there.

As they spent more time together, he saw many more vivid aspects of Lin Zhao.

When she cries, her eyes are red and it breaks your heart.

She has a small dimple when she smiles, and her gentle smile can melt away all the hostility in people's hearts.

However, you can tell all your preferences just by looking at how many meals you eat. You may seem silly, but you always do a very good job in your own area.

Careful, sensible, and considerate, she grew up in an orphanage but had no wicked thoughts, as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

I don’t know when it started, but every move this person makes can easily stir up the most straightforward desires in my heart.

Shen Youqing said this was normal; he could feel desire while watching porn, which was human nature, and he had thought so before.

But he knew that people wouldn't develop a possessive desire for the main characters in a film.

Lin Yu's appearance caused a sudden, irrepressible surge of possessiveness to well up within him.

He didn't understand why this was happening.

He had never been in a relationship or liked anyone before. In his limited understanding, he didn't know whether this counted as liking someone.

Lin Zhao became anxious when she saw that Shang Yu hadn't spoken.

"Sir, did I say something wrong?"

Shang Yu snapped out of his thoughts and saw his anxious expression, his throat bobbing.