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

Shang Yu slapped his hand away and paused in his steps toward the bathroom.

His slightly irritated face was reflected in the mirror. Shang Yu lowered his head and spoke in a flat tone.

"I don't have any particular thoughts."

Turning on the tap, the sound mixed with the rushing water, gave the impression of trying to cover up the problem.

"Just an employee."

"staff?"

Shen Youqing leaned against the door frame, deliberately drawing out his tone.

"Wow, whose employees call each other so affectionately?"

He took another step forward.

"Hey, Lao Shang, why don't you call me Youyou? Let me experience the treatment your employees get."

Shang Yu splashed cold water on his face, trying to extinguish the burning heat that was rising from the bottom of his heart and the embarrassment of being poked by Shen Youqing.

He slowly turned around.

"Shen Youqing,"

Shang Yu turned off the water, grabbed a towel to wipe his face, and his tone became somewhat unfriendly.

"Are you very free?"

"Can't I even show some concern for my brother?"

Shen Youqing had a playful smile on his face, but he stopped joking when he saw Shang Yu's increasingly unpleasant expression.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Remember to approve the leave slip, today is a big day, I have to pick up my Cibao."

Shang Yu didn't respond, but simply draped the towel heavily over the rack.

Shen Youqing turned and walked out, but stopped at the door and turned back to speak seriously.

"But Lao Shang, to be honest, Lin Zhao is a really nice kid. If you don't really have feelings for him, don't keep forcing him to go out and meet people. Lin Yu is quite..."

Before he could finish speaking, a towel was suddenly thrown at him.

"roll!"

Shen Youqing laughed and nimbly slipped away, his voice echoing down the corridor.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Mr. Shang, you can savor your sweet dream."

The door was closed, and the room returned to silence.

Shang Yu braced himself against the sink, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Shen Youqing's words were still echoing in his mind.

How could he not have feelings for Lin Zhao?

It's not just that there's something there, it's getting deeper and deeper. Even though I've decided to stay away and to restrain myself, the word "brother" completely breaks me down.

He recalled Lin Zhao's appearance in the study last night, with her head down, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, and her eyes slightly red.

And in my dream this morning, he was wearing my oversized pajamas, his collarbone slightly exposed, his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling as he waited for a kiss, looking so adorable.

Shang Yu grabbed a handful of hair in frustration.

The phrase "Brother Ayu" seemed to possess a magical power, constantly piercing through his psychological defenses.

He enjoyed the thrill of that voice, the nervousness and shyness the boy felt because of him, and even more so, the almost possessive satisfaction brought by that intimate, secret address.

He wanted more...

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Shen Youqing's voice came from the courtyard. Shang Yu walked to the window and looked down.

That idiot somehow got hold of several huge bouquets of roses, practically filling the entire yard.

There was also a cheesy banner hanging above it.

What:

Happy Cibao Holiday!

"Ci Bao, I love you!"

"Baby, every day with you by my side is sweet."

Similar cheesy pickup lines that are so disgusting they make you want to vomit.

Shang Yu frowned, not understanding why flowers had to be sent on every holiday. They were neither practical nor valuable. He also didn't understand what was so special about Qixi Festival, with the streets packed with people, making it a pointless ordeal to go out.

He glanced at it briefly, intending to turn and leave.

But then they saw Lin Zhao and Shen Ci walking out of the small house together.

Shen Ci was clearly used to it. He only glanced at it, and even stepped forward with a bit of anger, gesturing something towards Shen Youqing.

But Lin Zhao seemed to be absorbed in the sights. She jogged over, squatted down, and looked at this bouquet of flowers and that bouquet of flowers.

He even invited Shen Ci to go see it together.

"Xiao Ci, these flowers are so beautiful! Are they all for you?"

Shen Ci's cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head, her eyes darting around.

Shen Youqing, looking smug, bent down and presented a bouquet of roses to Shen Ci.

"Ci Bao, Happy Qixi Festival! Please love me a little more this year, okay?"

Shen Ci's face turned bright red with embarrassment; Shen Youqing was always good at creating these unexpected surprises.

There was nothing here when he checked this morning, and last night he apologized for not spending the holiday with him.

They came back again right away.

Seeing that Shen Ci did not respond, Shen Youqing spoke again.

"Ci Bao, these flowers are so heavy, take them."

Seeing that Shen Youqing was about to act coquettishly again, Shen Ci glanced at Lin Zhao, quickly took the flowers, and pulled Shen Youqing outside.

Lin Zhao was completely dumbfounded.

Why are President Shen and Shen Ci celebrating Qixi Festival?

Aren't they friends?

Previously, Shen Ci had forbidden him from having much contact with Shen Youqing, but he had seen Shen Youqing come out of his room several times, and he thought that Shen Youqing had bullied him.

Later, after Shen Ci explained, it became clear that Shen Ci and Shen Youqing were friends, and that what she said before was just because they had a fight.

But do good friends celebrate Qixi Festival? He thought only boyfriends and girlfriends celebrate it.

Lin Zhao was squatting in front of the roses scattered on the ground, thinking to herself, "These flowers are beautiful, but they'll probably wither in a few days."

He wondered if he could use them to make rose petal jam. He reached out and touched the petals; they looked quite fresh, and he thought they would taste good.

It's a pity it wasn't his, otherwise he could have done it.

As Lin Zhao was pondering, she suddenly felt a fervent gaze directed at her, and when she looked up, she met Shang Yu's gaze.

The moment their eyes met, Lin Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to habitually say, "Hello, sir."

But then she remembered the new name she had just been given, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Before he could even utter a sound, his phone vibrated for a moment; it was a message from Shang Yu.

Sir: Pack your things, I'm taking you out to run some errands.

Lin Zhao looked up and saw that there was no one at the window. He didn't dare to delay and quickly went back into the house to change into clean clothes.

When they arrived at the lobby, Shang Yu had not yet come down.

Lin Zhao stood there waiting for a while, wondering if she should make breakfast first.

But fearing it would waste time, he didn't move any further.

After waiting for about half an hour, I heard the sound of people slowly coming downstairs from upstairs.

On a midsummer morning, the morning light streamed into the villa's lobby.

Shang Yu slowly walked down the steps from the second floor, wearing a neatly tailored white thin short-sleeved shirt, with two buttons casually undone at the collar.

The sleeves were casually rolled up to the upper arms, revealing smooth muscle lines, pale skin, and an air of noble and imposing elegance.

She paired it with linen casual trousers, which made her figure appear even taller and more slender.

Her hair looked meticulously styled, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which softened her usual cold and aloof demeanor in a suit and tie.

Lin Zhao froze on the spot. Today, the gentleman seemed unusually different, appearing much more approachable.

Shang Yu kept his gaze fixed on Lin Zhao, and seeing that Lin Zhao was staring at him without blinking, he coughed lightly.

"Is it pretty?"

Lin Zhao snapped back to her senses instantly, but subconsciously replied as well.

"Yes, it looks good."

As she spoke, Lin Zhao blushed unconsciously, and when she looked at Shang Yu again, she didn't know where to look.

As Shang Yu watched his ear tips gradually turn red, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"Let's go."