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

Ultimately, they had only known each other for a little over a month.

Who in the world can fall in love with someone in just a few dozen days?

Shang Yu shook his head inwardly, calmly suppressing his chaotic emotions.

Perhaps he was just an ordinary man, attracted by Lin Zhao's good looks, her gentle and obedient nature, and the uncontrollable desires that surged within him every time he got close to her.

Furthermore, Lin Yu's appearance stimulated his possessiveness, which is why he cares so much.

That's all; it doesn't really count as liking.

So there's no need to force Lin Zhao to give a reason; things are fine as they are now.

Thinking this, Shang Yu suppressed all the emotions in his eyes, calmed his tone, and spoke softly.

"It's okay, I'm hungry, let's eat."

After dinner, Lin Zhao returned to the small house, but Shang Yu sat alone in the study for a very long time.

When Lin Zhao came to pack her things early the next morning, she discovered that Shang Yu had eaten all the food she had brought for him.

Lin Zhao was overjoyed; after all, she still needed to eat three meals a day on time!

Last night, Shang Yu actually told him not to get up so early to make breakfast and not to wait for him, but he refused.

The gentleman was so busy with the orphanage's affairs, and since he couldn't do much to help, he could only focus on cooking.

Fortunately, after he repeatedly assured his wife that he would catch up on sleep during the day, his husband finally agreed.

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From that day on, Lin Zhao would get up before dawn every day, prepare a variety of meat and vegetable dishes, carefully pack them into insulated lunch boxes, and then see Shang Yu off.

Shang Yu would always eat his lunch completely before bringing the lunchbox back.

He still disliked the faint rusty smell in the insulated food box, but when he opened the box and smelled the familiar aroma of the food inside, that discomfort vanished completely.

Even Assistant Li updates gossip in the small group every day, saying that Cold Noodles King Yama has returned to a normal life and started eating human food again.

She would wait for Shang Yu to come back for dinner in the evening. Every time Shang Yu opened the door and saw the light waiting for him in the main hall, his heart would inexplicably soften.

The fatigue from working overtime for days would vanish the moment he saw Lin Zhao.

I feel that no matter how tired I am, it's all worth it.

Uncle Li and Shen Ci saw everything, but neither of them said anything.

That morning, just as dawn was breaking, Shang Yu's phone started vibrating incessantly.

It was Shen Youqing calling, his voice full of excitement.

"Old Shang, I've finished the final revised blueprints for the orphanage overnight. All the details have been checked. Come to the company right away, and we'll finalize it on the spot and submit it for approval!"

The orphanage matter had been weighing on their minds for too long. Shang Yu instantly snapped out of it, got up, quickly washed up, grabbed his coat and briefcase, and hurriedly headed out.

In his haste, he completely forgot about the insulated lunchbox that Lin Zhao had prepared in the entryway.

By the time Lin Zhao chased after the car with the lunchbox, it had already sped out of the neighborhood and disappeared from sight.

Lin Zhao stood at the door, holding the still-warm lunchbox, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

My husband forgot his lunchbox today, his stomach is going to hurt again tonight...

Lin Zhao was somewhat sullen all morning, wondering if she should send a message to her husband to remind him that he hadn't brought his lunchbox and have someone send it over.

Fearing that she might disturb her husband's work, she thought it over and decided to ask Uncle Li first.

I happened to run into Uncle Li at the entrance of the lobby.

"Uncle Li, the gentleman forgot his lunchbox. May I have someone deliver it to him?"

Uncle Li glanced at the lunchbox in Lin Zhao's hand, his eyes darting around.

"Of course, Xiao Zhao. You don't have much to do during the day, so you can just deliver it directly."

"Huh? I'm going?"

Lin Zhao was somewhat surprised, as he didn't even know where the company was located.

"Yes, go ahead. The gentleman will be happy to see you. When you get to the front desk, just look for Assistant Li and tell him you're bringing him food."

Uncle Li acted swiftly, giving Lin Zhao no chance to back out, and immediately made a phone call to order a car.

He gave her instructions while putting Lin Zhao into the car.

"Xiao Zhao, send me a message when you arrive. Have a safe journey."

After saying that, he patted the car body and the taxi drove away.

Lin Zhao was still a little confused, holding the lunchbox.

This was his first time visiting his husband's company, and he was incredibly nervous.

Moreover, he didn't even change his clothes; he was just wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts. People in big companies usually wear suits!

Isn't he being too embarrassing?

Meanwhile, Uncle Li watched the car drive away, letting out a cacophony of laughter.

If the gentleman knew that it was he who helped with the attack, he would be very happy.

Sigh, what will this family do without him?

Uncle Li raised an eyebrow, humming a little tune as he returned to the villa.

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The car arrived at the company building without incident. Lin Zhao looked at the magnificent building in front of him, his palms slightly sweaty.

At the top of the building, the four gilded characters of Shang Group gleamed brightly, exuding a cold and imposing aura that made strangers want to stay away.

The people coming and going were all well-dressed business elites, each with an imposing presence, which made Lin Zhao, who was standing alone at the door, feel even more awkward.

Holding his lunchbox, he took a deep breath and walked into the building with trepidation, soon seeing the reception desk.

Just as I was about to walk over and ask, a familiar and gentle voice came from behind me.

"Xiao Zhao?"

Lin Zhao turned around instinctively.

Not far away, Lin Yu, dressed in a black suit with a neatly tied tie, was smiling as he walked towards him, holding a document in his hand. His gaze fell on the lunchbox in his arms, and he paused slightly.

"What are you doing here? And you're carrying a lunchbox, is it for...?"

Lin Yu carefully considered his words, which also had a probing meaning.

"Is it for your boyfriend?"

"Boy friend?"

Lin Zhao was taken aback, then quickly shook his head.

"No, no, I'm here to bring you lunch, sir."

Sir, last time at the supermarket, Shang Yu also referred to Lin Zhao as her husband. Seeing their intimate behavior, coupled with Shang Yu's eyes and actions, Lin Yu naturally assumed that the two were in a romantic relationship.

Now it seems like he misunderstood?

Or perhaps someone is deliberately trying to make him misunderstand...

"The gentleman you're referring to, is it General Manager Shang?"

Lin Zhao took a moment to react and then nodded.

"Yes, first..."

Lin Zhao got used to the title; now, at the company, he should indeed be called General Manager Shang.

"Mr. Shang forgot his lunchbox when he left this morning, so the housekeeper asked me to bring it over."

He then remembered what Shang Yu had said before, that he shouldn't have too much contact with Lin Yu.

Lin Zhao was afraid that Shang Yu would get angry if he saw it.

The man's anger was truly terrifying; his face was frighteningly dark. He subconsciously took a step back to distance himself from Lin Yu.

"Um, Brother Yu, I'm going to deliver food to Shang Yu now. We'll talk again next time."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but Lin Yu stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"Xiao Zhao, shall we chat for a while?"