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

The car had been waiting outside for a long time. Lin Zhao and Shang Yu sat in the back seat as the car drove towards the city, passing by the company in a flash.

Lin Zhao had some questions in his mind, but he didn't say anything, assuming that his teacher was going to take him to another place to work.

But the car ended up stopping inside a high-end shopping mall.

Shang Yu opened the car door and got out first, looking at Lin Zhao who was still sitting there in a daze.

"What are you standing there for? Get off the bus!"

Lin Zhao snapped out of her daze and quickly got out of the car.

I carefully followed Shang Yu the whole way. Because of the festival, there were many people around, and everywhere was decorated with balloons, flower petals, and banners celebrating Qixi Festival.

Lin Zhao has never celebrated Qixi Festival because he doesn't have a girlfriend and doesn't have the time. He usually works part-time on such holidays.

Everything seemed new and exciting to me; I looked here and there.

Many girls had flowers and gifts in their hands, and their faces were filled with happy smiles. The boys would hold the girls' hands or half-hug them.

Some of the bolder ones even share intimate kisses.

Lin Zhao accidentally caught a glimpse of it, and immediately covered her face, closed her eyes, and dared not look. But she still wanted to look, so she quietly spread her fingers, wanting to sneak another look.

As soon as she opened her eyes, a magnified version of a handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her. Lin Zhao was startled and instinctively took a step back.

"careful."

Shang Yu reached out and pulled Lin Zhao into his arms, his brows furrowing slightly, his tone somewhat disdainful.

"Why are you so clumsy? You almost bumped into someone."

Lin Zhao patted her chest with lingering fear, looked up at Shang Yu, and blurted out.

"Thank you, sir."

After saying that, she tried to take a step back and stand properly, but Shang Yu held her waist tightly.

He panicked slightly and raised his hands to push Shang Yu.

"Sir, please let me go..."

Shang Yu lowered his eyes and looked at his nervous and embarrassed appearance. Instead of relaxing, he moved even closer, bent down, and spoke almost into his ear.

"What did you just call me?"

Warm breath brushed against his earlobe, and Lin Zhao even vaguely felt his master's lips brush against his ear cartilage. The unprecedented sensation made his heart tremble involuntarily.

He bit his lower lip tightly, his cheeks flushed crimson, and his earlobes, so close, seemed to bleed with shame.

I feel so uncomfortable, I can't quite put my finger on it, it just feels so strange.

He reached out and tugged at Shang Yu's sleeve, his voice barely audible, calling out to him helplessly, hoping he would let him go.

"Sir..."

"Um?"

"Ah, Brother Yu..."

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Lin Zhao kept his head down the whole way, looking at the two holding hands. He had just finished calling out the correct address when the man let go of him.

But before he could even catch his breath, the man grabbed his hand again, saying he was too clumsy and would get separated from the crowd in a moment.

There are indeed a lot of people here, but not to this extent...

I don't know where the gentleman got the idea that he was stupid. He's clearly very smart!

(•̀へ•́╮)

Lin Zhao followed carefully behind, secretly glancing at the person in front of her. She noticed that the man's ears seemed to be a little red. She narrowed her eyes and wondered if the gentleman had been shy just now.

Before he could think it through, Shang Yu had already led Lin Zhao to a high-end clothing store.

As soon as the two entered, a receptionist came forward to greet them and led them to the VIP private room.

Lin Zhao was still a little confused. He had never been here before and didn't want to expose his ignorance, for fear of embarrassing his teacher.

Lin Zhao obediently let the man pull him along until they sat down in the private room, at which point he thought he could finally relax.

Unexpectedly, after the gentleman sat down, he simply instructed to call two models over and continued to hold his hand.

They placed his hands on their knees, like toys, sometimes picking at his nails, sometimes pressing the calluses on his fingertips from tossing the pot.

Lin Zhao felt a little uncomfortable and tried to pull her hand away, but after meeting the man's gaze, she remained motionless and listless.

Shang Yu joined on a whim. Seeing people holding hands on the street, he felt a bit out of place with the two of them following behind. He didn't have any other thoughts.

However, Lin Zhao's hands were small and soft, not the kind that were raised with a lot of love and pampering, but rather hands that had experienced some hardships and carried the marks of everyday life.

Her fingertips were delicate, her nails were rounded, and even the calluses on her palms were perfectly formed.

It's just too small. Compared to mine, it looks like it's missing a section. It's so small, how can I even hold it...?

"Mr. Shang, everything is ready."

The receptionist whispered a reminder, but Shang Yu seemed not to hear. Lin Zhao didn't dare to speak either, and carefully tapped his palm with her fingertips, trying to remind him.

Shang Yu paused, looked up at the group of people in front of him, somewhat awkwardly released Lin Zhao's hand, and adjusted his posture.

"Okay, let's begin."

Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, took her hand back, and obediently placed it on her knee.

The receptionist waved, and a white light shone in the center of the room. Lin Zhao then realized that there was a catwalk in the room, just like on TV.

He was dumbfounded. Two models, one tall and one short, wearing the same clothes, walked up to the catwalk and struck a few poses.

The receptionist began her introduction.

"Mr. Shang, this outfit is our main casual suit for couples this season."

Shang Yu looked him up and down, then glanced at the person beside him.

"How do you feel?"

"what?"

Lin Zhao had been focused on the models and the novel scene the whole time and hadn't listened to any of the introductions. Caught off guard by the question, she quickly looked up at the stage.

It's a casual suit, burgundy on top and black on the bottom. It looks to be of good quality and should suit my husband very well.

She had come to help her husband choose clothes, and he nodded.

"It looks good, it suits me perfectly..."

He swallowed the word "sir" back, afraid of making a mistake again, and quickly spoke up.

"It suits Brother Ayu perfectly..."

Upon hearing the soft "Brother Ayu," Shang Yu remained expressionless, picked up the water glass in front of him, took a sip, and unconsciously curled his lips into a smile.

He couldn't help but think to himself: Not bad, I didn't call it wrong this time. I really need to practice more.

He looked at the model on the stage. This outfit was indeed nice, but the neckline was too low. He waved to signal for the next outfit.

She probably didn't notice that her neckline was even lower than this.

Then, several sets were presented one after another by the receptionists, who took turns having people come up on stage to demonstrate them.

Shang Yu would turn to Lin Zhao for her opinion on every set of clothes, showing great patience.

Lin Zhao sat obediently to the side, carefully helping Shang Yu choose clothes.

He couldn't actually tell the subtle differences in the fabric and style of these clothes; he just felt that each set was exquisite and elegant, and that it would look great on his husband.

So no matter what approach he took, he always praised her.

"It's very beautiful."

"The cut is excellent, it suits Brother Ayu perfectly."

"This one looks good too."

He was carefully helping Shang Yu choose clothes, unaware that Shang Yu's gaze was actually mostly fixed on him.