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

The elevator slowly ascended, and the enclosed space was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard.

Lin Zhao stood in the corner of the elevator, holding a lunchbox, her head bowed, looking like she had done something wrong and was waiting for judgment.

Shang Yu leaned against the elevator wall, turned his head to look at him, his eyes still filled with the lingering anger from before.

"Were you thinking of saying yes just now?"

Lin Zhao felt flustered under the teacher's gaze, not understanding how the teacher could tell. He subconsciously shrank back and hurriedly shook his head.

"No... I didn't intend to agree to his request."

Shang Yu scoffed coldly, his tone full of disbelief.

"Didn't you think about it? Then why were you looking up at him just now? Were you thinking about that bowl of wontons again?"

He suddenly took a step forward, blocking the person in the corner of the elevator. His tall figure loomed over them, and a sense of oppression washed over them.

His fingertips brushed against Lin Zhao's chin with a light touch, clearly restraining his anger.

"Zhaozhao, when did you learn to lie?"

He called out that name again, but it made Lin Zhao feel inexplicably uneasy, and she quickly shook her head.

"No, sir, I'm not lying. I really didn't mean to agree. I just... I just..."

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, even though it wasn't good that Lin Yu was holding him back today, but ultimately it wasn't anything too serious.

He wanted to nod at the time to say that he could forgive him, but he didn't say that he wanted to eat wontons with him, and that the stall had been closed for a long time.

Seeing his stammering, Shang Yu was furious. He grabbed his chin and made him look at him.

"What? He brought up the past, so you softened?"

A deep, unyielding possessiveness surged in the man's eyes, as if he could devour Lin Zhao alive if she dared to utter a single word.

His next words were also out of control, almost shouted.

"You only see the good things about him in the past, and you can't see how good I am to you now, is that it?"

Lin Zhao was speechless at his question, her nose started to sting, and her eyes gradually welled up with tears.

He gently bit his lower lip, clearly wanting to explain himself, but he was so anxious that he couldn't utter a single word.

He cautiously stepped forward, grabbed the man's shirt, and looked up at him.

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Shang Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the hand that was holding him. There was a red mark on his wrist, which looked quite frightening.

She looked up and met his wet gaze. After a long while, he sighed, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fierceness in his eyes had vanished.

He leaned down, close to Lin Zhao, and moved his fingertips from her chin to the corner of her eye, wiping away the tears that were about to fall, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I haven't even said anything yet, and I'm about to cry again."

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment. The warm fingertips brushed against the skin under his eyes, making him feel a tingling, numb sensation that tickled to the bone.

His ear tips turned red instantly, and he subconsciously shrank back.

Just then, with a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and a junior assistant holding documents and preparing to go downstairs stood at the door.

Shang Yu took a step back without making a sound, and Lin Zhao quickly wiped away her tears when she saw someone.

"General Manager Shang."

The assistant greeted him.

Shang Yu nodded slightly, then took Lin Zhao's hand and led her directly to the office.

As soon as the office door closed, the assistant who was supposed to go downstairs backed out and ran towards the president's office.

"Ahhh, breaking news! I just saw the big boss bullying a little boy in the elevator!"

"What? Bullying a boy?"

"Yeah, yeah! That little boy is so handsome, so fair and delicate. He looks like he's been crying. Family, guess what they were doing?"

"Of course! They definitely kissed!"

"Ahhh, everyone was guessing which young lady the boss was dating, but it turns out it's a guy! I'm so excited, I can't take it anymore!"

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A lively discussion broke out in the CEO's office, but the rest of the office remained quiet.

Lin Zhao had been ordered to put down the lunchbox in her arms and sat obediently on the sand table, her wrist held in someone's hand.

He looked down at the person applying the medicine to him; their eyes were gentle and their movements were delicate. His heart trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Sir..."

Shang Yu didn't look up, his fingertips carefully applying the ointment inch by inch to his wrist. The skin felt smooth and delicate to the touch. He had actually finished applying it a long time ago, but he was reluctant to let go.

Lin Yu just had diarrhea for so long, what's wrong with him touching him a little longer?

After waiting for a long time without hearing Lin Zhao's next sentence, Shang Yu finally looked up at him.

"Have you gone mute again?"

Lin Zhao choked, swallowing back the explanation she had just prepared.

He felt a slight itch on his wrist and looked down to find that Shang Yu was holding his wrist and rubbing it. Seeing that he had rubbed it almost clean, he wanted to pull his hand away.

"Sir, is the application complete?"

Shang Yu paused in his fingertips and said in a serious tone.

"No, it needs to be massaged in for absorption. Wait a little longer."

Lin Zhao felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't pull her hand away again.

After a long while, he finally managed to reorganize his thoughts and begin to speak.

"Sir, just now downstairs he was the one who kept pulling me and wouldn't let go, I didn't approach him first."

"Um."

Shang Yu spoke indifferently, only replying with an "Mm," wanting to see if he could say anything else.

Lin Zhao mustered her courage and continued to explain.

"I don't always think about how good he was. I know that was a long time ago. It's just that he was really good to me back then. I treated him like an older brother, so I was a little soft-hearted."

"He didn't do anything too serious just now. I think he just wanted to say it's okay and he didn't want to eat wontons."

Shang Yu's face darkened again upon hearing this. So, he still thinks that he doesn't want him to eat that bowl of wontons?

"So what? Do you still consider him your brother? You haven't seen each other for so many years, and he suddenly comes up to you wanting to talk. Haven't you thought about why?"

Lin Zhao thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Because he wanted to catch up with old friends?"

Shang Yu looked at him with obvious disappointment and frustration.

"Catch up? Is he dead, or has he gone abroad? He's been in Beijing all these years. If he wanted to catch up, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until today? Can't you use your brain?"

Lin Zhao was so speechless that she couldn't utter a single word.

"You're too soft-hearted; you give in to just a few words from someone. He's the kind of person who forgets his roots once he's achieved success. You still want to forgive him?"

"I, I'm not..."

"Not what?"

Shang Yu interrupted him, his voice turning cold.

"Look up at me."

Lin Zhao was forced to meet his oppressive gaze and hear him speak, word by word.

"Now answer me: do you still plan to see him?"

The air fell silent instantly.